Freedom. A poem.
Freedom Is a state of mind Not unlike a canary In a coal mine Continue reading Freedom. A poem.
Tag: Depression
Twenty Four Hours. A poem.
So many choices: Angst, depression, Regret, trepidation, Bitterness, anxiety They say time flies But twenty four hours Is all my mind needs To bring me to my knees Continue reading Twenty Four Hours. A poem.
Sands. A poem.
I rise before the first blush of dawn Dappled sunlight like reedy fingers Touching the grey surrounds Blooming refulgent petals Apprehension in alpha and omega What fearsome beasts should rise On wings of measured determination Cunningly disguised and lividly forthright Trapped in sundered cogitation An hourglass of intimation curtailed Until sands cease to flow And all begins anew Continue reading Sands. A poem.
Justice. A poem.
Justice in your palm How I bowed to thee You grabbed my life, threw it away Washed your hands of me Today I’m serving time Day and night in misery Until the shining light of truth Will one day set me free Continue reading Justice. A poem.
Ruins. A poem.
Man is the god of ruins And every day He builds them Lives in them Becomes them Ruins Continue reading Ruins. A poem.
Oil and Quicksand. A poem.
My dreams are oil and quicksand Darkest thoughts, you understand A heady brew, an unlikely mix Brought to life, a concrete fix Dragging me down where dead men float Tarred and feathered in the undertow Set me alight in fire and flame All the better consumed by pain Oil and quicksand in my head Hope sunk deep, my feet in lead Throw me a rope that I’ll ignore Through neglect, self-pity, forevermore Let me be forsaken and forgot Let my head go under, into the bog Disappear in peat without a trace Oil and quicksand, my resting place Continue reading Oil and Quicksand. A poem.
Plundered. A poem.
Plundered heart Pillaged and torn Barbarous thoughts Have had their way Their longships Have left my shores And I am left Humiliated Ashamed Awaiting their return Continue reading Plundered. A poem.
Ignorance Is This. A poem.
I ignore her when she’s near Easier to build walls of insecurity Defences built on shyness and rejection fears So I talk to other women Because I do not care for them I pretend she isn’t there Why am I so unfair (to myself, to her) I wonder if she ever wonders why? Guess not, I’m just some other guy Who she connected with briefly Forgotten in the landscape of friends, work, uni Here I am: isolated, cold, stalled Wondering why I can’t talk to her at all Yet I hope and pray That she might love me one day Why do I … Continue reading Ignorance Is This. A poem.
Three Years Later…
So, here I am, three years after the most harrowing time of my life and everything is pretty much still the same. I’m not any closer to finding a real purpose. I still have no love in my life. I’m still socially isolated. I still have no idea what I’m doing (my prayers sound like they’re on constant replay). I still have nothing to look forward to. I still suffer from anxiety and depression (although I can walk around now without fear of the walls closing in, so that’s something), I still have no work opportunities, I’m still pretending to … Continue reading Three Years Later…
Starving Man. A poem.
I am a starving manHungry for love and lifeIntentionally bulimicMy stomach groansReminder of my hunger strikeSurrounded by the feastConfounded by the choiceArms too weak to takeEyes too dim to seeLips parched and belly swollenThe starving man stumbles onHungry for love Continue reading Starving Man. A poem.
Underground. A poem.
Bury my heartDeep undergroundBury my soulWhere it can't be foundBury my headFull of anxietyBury me wholeSo absolutelyAnd here in the dirtI will resideHere in the dirtWith worms at my sideTo eat up my heartAnd to eat up my soulTo consume me aliveAnd so achieve your goal Continue reading Underground. A poem.
Amongst the Ashes. A poem.
Some daysI want to open my wristsAnd let them breath in reverseTake the irony of my existencePaint it in the colourOf lonelinessEmptinessHopelessnessAnd watch it flowSlowlySurelySluggishlyDown the porcelain sinkThat holds all my pointless dreamsAnd wash them awayMaybe thenI'll find sweet reliefAmongst the ashes Choose life. Every time. Don't give in to suicide. Life is too precious to waste. Steve Continue reading Amongst the Ashes. A poem.
Unrequited. A poem redux.
https://stevestillstanding.com/2017/02/19/unrequited-a-poem/ This is the second poem I ever posted. I’m feeling nostalgic! Steve 🙂 Continue reading Unrequited. A poem redux.
Bomb. A poem.
I sabotage myselfEvery time you're in the roomAn unexploded bombIn my mouthJust waitingTo detonateAnd kill any chanceOf being with you Continue reading Bomb. A poem.
Womb. A poem redux.
https://stevestillstanding.com/2017/02/22/womb-a-poem/ One of my earlier poems. Hope you like it. 🙂 Continue reading Womb. A poem redux.
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