Category: Mental Health

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Clockwork. A poem.

Laidback DM

Causal expectations and experience will say that I will just gain nothing from this long and tedious day. My movement winding down, corroded, insecure, scattered springs, nuts and bolts and thoughts abound, unsure. Who’s to say my automation is better than before? Let cogs and gears grind on and on as I cogitate some more. I was once wound so tightly that I thought I’d never slow, but now my springs are stretched and worn, so tired and overblown. Tick tock, cries the clock, round and round it goes, this clockwork man keeps winding down, all the way to zero. Continue reading Clockwork. A poem.

Mental Health, Poetry, Writing21 Comments

The Near-Empty Bottle. A poem.

Laidback DM

I glanced drunkenly into the near-empty bottle. In the viscous alcohol I saw  my face, rippled and twisted  like a garish Mr. Hyde. I laughed at the carnival mirror, so accurately reflecting  every facet of my, oh, so petulant features. Every flaw and misconception brought to life in  errant ripples at the bottom of a pit, too deep to reach. I cast the bottle aside and hailed for another, in the hopes that I (eventually) might see  something far, far better. My first book of poetry, The All or the Nothing, is available now as an e-book from most online … Continue reading The Near-Empty Bottle. A poem.

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Nights. A poem.

Laidback DM

Nights staring into gloom. A mirror to reason, reflecting all your fallibilities and failing sensibilities. All your new found confidence, blown away like mist, before winds of uncertainty. Your moon is waning tonight. You are a crescent shell, threatening to pitch headlong into the drifting, darkening tide. Best sleep, before you persuade yourself otherwise. As you slowly sink, the ever-present gloom drinks up your half empty cup, all your remaining light, and leaves you bathed in Nights. Continue reading Nights. A poem.

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The Flame. A poem.

Laidback DM

The flame burns like phosphor, ignited and soaring by degrees: The passion, the anger (and the shame). The flame, super luminal intensity, burns me up, turns me ashen. (For how long will I shine before the all too brief spark burns low and fades? How long before the darkness encroaches again?) The flame wakes me from listlessness, brings me to back to life, again and again. Light me up, turn me on, and never fade away. Continue reading The Flame. A poem.

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Acquiesce. A poem.

Laidback DM

Acquiesce to the night’s probing fingers, an invitation            given without                        betrayal. Shake and stutter in these jealous hills and vales. Writhe in a cave             of dream-inspired                        torment, until dawn awakes the feeble sleeper and time restarts;            a clock has no                       end. Continue reading Acquiesce. A poem.

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The Optimist’s Trial. A poem.

Laidback DM

There once was an optimist Who tripped, fell Lost his wife Respectability His whole life For some reason lost his optimism as well He picked himself up Dusted himself off Set about finding a new life But it wasn’t easy So much was tied up In his head and heart It wasn’t easy to forget the strife Three years later And the optimist returned In drabs and dribs A piece at a time A patchwork quilt Of emotion and anxiety There once was an optimist Who got up, looked around For a wife Respectability And a life Dim as a … Continue reading The Optimist’s Trial. A poem.

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(No) Compass. A poem.

Laidback DM

I thought I was                     free of anger But it rages there! inside! Everyday Over every             little                     betrayal Surrounded by tears That lurk just behind the veil Release me from hurt And leave me                      be For I have lost                      myself And have no                      compass  to find my … Continue reading (No) Compass. A poem.

Christianity, Mental Health, Writing17 Comments

A Question of Purpose

Laidback DM

Sometimes life kicks us hard. Then it kicks us even harder. While life is kicking us we have to learn to get up and either get out of the way or let that boot keep cracking our ribs.
That’s not actually what this post is about, but maybe it caught your attention. If so, please read my post about purpose and humility. And stupidity. You might even enjoy it 🙂 Continue reading A Question of Purpose

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Thoughts of Love. A poem.

Laidback DM

Bury those thoughts of love They are not for you She is blind to you Not even hallucination Or an oasis mirage You are the poltergeist Invisible in the room Ever-present and in pain Locked into an endless cycle Of feeble-mindedness And lonely, wanton disdain So stop your wishing Stop your dreaming Curl yourself up in a foetal ball And lose yourself in dank despair Let the black dog by your side Drag you down into the oily darkness Grinning as he does His teeth gripping tightly on your vacant heart Bury those thoughts of love Because she is not … Continue reading Thoughts of Love. A poem.