Deep. A poem.
Down, down, down, I go. I thought once you hit rock bottom the only way was up. Guess I was wrong.
Depression sucks. Continue reading Deep. A poem.
Category: Mental Health
The Wait. A poem.
Ever had to wait for an appointment, meeting, etc., where you’ve been unsure of what will happen? Your paranoid thoughts tend to get the better of you. Afterwards you realise they were all for naught, and that everything was always going to be okay.
Stop worrying so much. I should take my own advice, shouldn’t I? Continue reading The Wait. A poem.
Eyes. A Poem.
I’m not sure how some of my poems come to mind, or why they are all so dark.
Oh, yes, I do. It’s because I’m a depressed and anguished soul. Well, that was easy. Next question? Continue reading Eyes. A Poem.
Player. A poem.
I am a poor player With little left to show For the game of life I’ve played One arm behind my back, restrained Here’s a very short poem I wrote a few weeks ago. Not sure why I didn’t publish it then. Had other stuff on my mind, I guess. Continue reading Player. A poem.
‘The Curious Mind’ – a haiku trilogy
The 5/7/5 syllable structure of haiku allows for wonderful poetic experimentation.
My obsession with haiku in threes is almost like the compulsion I wrote about here. Continue reading ‘The Curious Mind’ – a haiku trilogy
Awake. A short tale.
I don’t normally write “flash fiction”, but I could get used to it. Continue reading Awake. A short tale.
Time’s Up. A poem.
Okay, this poem’s a bit dark. But then, I’m a pretty dark person. My poems reflect all aspects of me, not just the happy stuff. (‘Happy stuff?’ I hear you say. ‘When have you ever written happy poems?’ Good point. Scratch what I said earlier.) Continue reading Time’s Up. A poem.
Refill. A poem.
Another experiment, this time in structure. I’ve done these sorts of “visual” poems before, but I liked how this one turned out. Continue reading Refill. A poem.
Strike Three – I’m out!
I’m taking a break from online dating. It’s just too depressing. Awkward, tiring and depressing. Big sigh. Continue reading Strike Three – I’m out!
Mountains and Valleys. A poem.
I hate having depression. It’s not hard to guess what I wrote this poem about. Continue reading Mountains and Valleys. A poem.
Alone. A poem.
Another Friday night, finds me alone.
Another lonely Friday night, I compose another lonely poem. Continue reading Alone. A poem.
Chest Day!
Today was chest day in my 4-day body split workout (Back/Chest/Shoulders/Arms). My workout for each body part changes each time to dupe muscle memory (so the muscles don’t get used to the range of motion and stress), but here’s the routine I did for chest, today. Continue reading Chest Day!
Pedestrian. A poem.
Some of us run wildly through life, without care or concern for the consequences. Some of us tread cautiously, looking both ways, weighing the odds.
Some of us let our fears overcome us, and before we know it, we’re approaching middle age and still don’t know how to avoid life’s oncoming cars. Continue reading Pedestrian. A poem.
Broken Bottle. A Haiku Trilogy
Ah, haiku. My favourite 5/7/5 syllable verse form.
Back to writing in threes, which seems to flow naturally for me.
There was a time when I used to drink a lot. I don’t drink anymore. And I’m better for it. Continue reading Broken Bottle. A Haiku Trilogy
Armistice Day! Oops, I mean arms day.
I just finished an arms session and thought I’d talk about it.
My body part split workouts involve clustering exercises for Back/Chest/Shoulders/Arms, split over four days. The arms workout is split into triceps and biceps, and I change this every session, so the following information is only reflective of today’s session. Continue reading Armistice Day! Oops, I mean arms day.
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