Mental Illness
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Whatever.
Whatever.
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Fractured Faces
Safe in our certain Somethingness…
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A Book of Endless Pages – SoCS
Every day is a new page in a book of endless pages.
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Obscured
I see you… Rising above the cloudswhich obscurewhere your building began. You continue to riseIn spite of the clouds, And clouds don’t last forever. One day… You will standstrongand proud, And I will see you fully,toptobottom, Illuminatedby a never-ending sun. The Pic and a Word Challenge is (usually) a weekly creativity prompt offered Mondays. Photo Credit:Patrick Jennings…
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I put my finger on the “thing”
I put my finger on the “thing” / But then “thing” moved – or was it me?
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and.
This is how it will always be.
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Punt.
More sleep means haiku
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Sonnet XL: Refocusing
The bad’s still there – I’ll let the best abound.
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awash in truer song – Sonnett XXXIX
My yonder wild still calls, don’t get me wrong; some days its Sirens all that fill my ears.
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Somehow Sustained
“Admitting weakness makes us strong” A paradox for certain How can a “right” seem oh so wrong Revealed by open curtain? They said that healing went like thisI dreamt myself… exception?No messy parts – the gore you’d missThen bandage off… perfection. The time to show – inopportuneI’ve other ventures waitingBut in this state – feel…
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Insides Out
I want to live with Insides Out / Is ever too much Out in doubt?
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I’ve fallen for myself
And in this place / of perfect / prostration, / I discover Love / in abundance / for all.
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A peaceful path perchance yet stranger
The road from here is rocky danger / And when we reach the end – who knows? / A peaceful path perchance yet stranger
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Ardently Reject the Counterfeit – Sonnet XXXVIII
Confounded why such phases bring sere blight; I ardently reject the counterfeit.
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The wheels came off
The wheels came off,And foolishly… I kept driving… When I had a mechanicIn the passenger seat TheWholeDamnTime Wanting So badly To smooth the ride.
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I once thought bliss a baseless myth.
I’d scoffed at hints of mirthful pith; I once thought bliss a baseless myth.
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beyond the churn
The chance to look backward is all bittersweet
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Why seek to steer what moves beyond control?
The merits of mere stasis we extol / As if the middle ground’s a magic tool / Why seek to steer what moves beyond control? / We try to hold it still, then watch it roll…
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A Diagnosis is Not a Label – #SoCS
…here is where I take issue with how she eventually got to her place of peace. She (mistakenly, in my opinion) allows a diagnosis to become a label. She becomes afraid of her diagnosis because others are afraid of her diagnosis.
