Homosexuality's a DiseaseCan't come in today; still gay.Homosexuality's a Disease in Emotional More Like This
And Tonight My Prayer Was XIIIAnd tonight my prayer was:And Tonight My Prayer Was XIII in Philosophical More Like This
You once asked me: "Why do you look to the ground when you walk?"
"So I can see where I am treading." I said. "Why do you look to the sky?" I, equally bemused.
With a smile you reply "So I can see where I'm going."
The Way We Built Bridges"You waste too much time on your words." You once told me.The Way We Built Bridges in Philosophical More Like This
"No," I replied "you don't waste enough time on words. Words are a tool to you, not a treat. A pragmatic means of communicating, bargaining, exchanging vital snippets of information. Calm down. Stop speaking so fast. We're not fighting a war (not us, not here). You don't prune and select your language. You've forgotten how to roll it around on your tongue, or try it on for size. Revel in rolling Rs, or the sweetness of a string of vowels and consonants, arranged in such a way to create more beauty than you ever thought possible.
Language can be a delicacy to contrast your paltry recital of data. You should try it."
Statement of ReasonSanity is the equal battle between logic and feelings, at which none becomes the victor. Insanity is the point at which one of the parties in the battle is beyond reproach.Statement of Reason in Philosophical More Like This
Untitled 4I don't know enough to be any different,Untitled 4 in Free Verse More Like This
But that's why you chose me didn't you,
Because I could speak from the heart when nothing else mattered,
Your all too familiar with the story,
It ended with you telling me to stay.
Would it worry you if I chased your demons?
To take the arduous task of driving them from your dreams,
Time heals all wounds,
Everyone has a one scar or another hidden away,
And I am not afraid of yours.
Take my hand love,
Let the water pass between us,
For it carries away all the guilt and shame we once carried,
Look deep into my eyes as I hold you in my arms,
And believe me when I say that your beautiful.
Statement of FaultLife grants very few second chances, and even less opportunities to make a mends.Statement of Fault in Philosophical More Like This
Religious EssayEssay on the Universal Truth of ReligionReligious Essay in Academic Essays More Like This
Throughout history people have been asking themselves "who is God?" One of the earliest believers in God were arguably the Egyptians who paid homage to the sun god Ré in about 2000 BC. A very close second may have been the Greeks and the Romans who alternatively both worshiped Zeus as the supreme being. Later religions that followed these earlier leaders are including but not limited to: Islam, Judaism, Buddhism, Mormonism, Shamanism, Hinduism, Christianity, and even Satanism (Yes I do know a Satanist, and it is a religion as such must not be excluded from the argument). Of coarse when one expresses such a human element as the way a one worships, inevitably one will see recorded through the sands of history the numerous religious wars. But are these war's necessary?
One modern example we have of a religious war took place September 11, 2001. On that day two symbols of American success were brought to their knees by the delusions of terroris
He Was There Both TimesI.He Was There Both Times in Free Verse More Like This
I'm just going to say it once,
Because once is enough.
One day is enough to raise an empire,
And to topple it.
You can destroy a government with one word.
You can destroy your life with one thought.
I'm only going to say it once,
Because it hurts too much to say it.
Whispers cover my ears,
Ashes blind my eyes.
Death follows in my wake,
Like a faithful soldier,
Like a procession of soulless men.
Lining up for the execution,
Lining up for the end.
It ain't long until you lose that sight.
Lost the fight.
Lost the light.
A star burns somewhere in the second to the right,
But now it's just a star.
A gas waiting to leave,
Waiting to burn,
So a million miles
Away, a planet dies and
I was there both times.
Love IsLove Is in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Love is not a string,
Nor is it a ring.
It is not a game,
Or some beast for you to tame.
Neither is it a wave,
Or in confessions of the brave.
Love does not stay in only two,
If what you feel is true.
It is in the smile of bliss,
And the feather light kiss.
Love is like a quiet breeze,
That touches all it sees.
It is in the smiles you bring,
That makes others wish to sing.
In it you will forgive,
The sins of those that live.
It can be seen with loving eyes,
And is the envy of the skies.
It is against the norm,
And helps you weather any storm.
Hear love's clarion call,
For every heart, both great and small.
Love is patient, love is kind,
Love is not for the haughty mind.
In all these things it be;
Love, which is eternity.
The Other Lovely CarriageThere is a carriage,The Other Lovely Carriage in Free Verse More Like This
Meant just for me.
In it is Death,
He waits for me,
If all goes well,
He'll wait a while.
But if it so happens,
Some sad accident occurs,
As they sometimes do,
It's just another trip
That I must take,
I will be alright.
To Dance With AngelsTo Dance With Angels in Free Verse More Like This
Above is heaven,
With silver waves
Of argent splendor.
Birds are keepers
To its expanse;
Albatross in flight,
As sailor's guide.
Doves in grace,
Spread yon peace.
Eagles soar higher,
To grasp eternity.
I desire accord
With these masters
Of sky's majesty;
God so good,
My greatest desire,
Is to dance
With the angels.
I want toI want to write beautiful, happy things. I want to show the world that despite the fact that I can imagine being ten times happier than I am now, it does not preclude me from being happy. I want to share the joy and laughter and sweetness of the world we live in.I want to in Short Stories More Like This
I want to demonstrate the power of the people. Each person has so much potential that does not get harnessed and, instead of complaining about it, I want to step up and create a change. I want to make a trend where people compliment each other instead of putting each other down, where the earth fills with 'yes'es and smiles instead of negativity. I want a world that is just, accepting, and even better- appreciative of itself and of each other.
Unfortunately, I've got a long way to go. However, as Epicurus said: "Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for."
So I will continue living, learning, hoping and dreaming, and perhaps together, s
Stories From the Psych Ward (2 of 3)I'm so cold I feel it down to the bones,Stories From the Psych Ward (2 of 3) in Free Verse More Like This
sitting in the dining hall trembling
over my cup of tea. A huge Christmas
tree twinkles merrily beside me in red, blue, silver, pink and gold.
Patients huddle together outside to talk,
but I'm forbidden to join them,
trapped inside the ward on a category four.
They're all strangers to me, I've spoken to no one.
Smoking their cigarettes in faded pajamas,
looking tired and worn down,
lips twisting into smiles as the smoke
curls down into their lungs.
Nurses find me hiding from evil spirits in the cupboard.
They let me stay inside, safe until the panic stops and
the shadows disappear, give me blankets
to stay warm, until they take me by the hand and lead me out.
Two psychiatrists come to speak with me
While insects pour from my lips
And satellites speak of the death of stars
The voices scream at me
But I talk.
They want me to trust them
They want me to stay alive.
A nurse takes six canisters of my blood,
a deep frothy red. It pours out of my
The Bus Stop DialoguesI.The Bus Stop Dialogues in Free Verse More Like This
A young man at the bus stop
turns to me and softly asks
"Why aren't you wearing shoes?"
He taps the faded leather
of his suedo-skin
and his eyes smile in a gentle lilt
before his mouth does.
I tell him that I like
to feel the earth breathe.
That textures keep my mind alive
and ticking like a clock.
I tell him that I'm trying to grow roots
so my pale limbs can twist into a tree
(the way L and I talked about it in therapy).
I tell him that my soul is lonely
and the ground is the only thing that's always there.
I tell him that bare skin is sensitive
and stroking it with every (twelfth) step
is a soothing form of self-care.
I tell him that I walk on water
and if I had shoes; I'd drown.
I tell him that my soles bruise
until they match my soul.
I tell him that my bones are soft
and the soil sews them back into reality
when I'm losing grip on sanity.
I tell him that I'm praying
one day I'll step on a syringe.
I shrug my shoulders,
open my mouth and say
"I just didn't feel like weari
RelapseShe breathes inRelapse in Free Verse More Like This
and the light refracts
like Heroin murder.
(Im tripping down
every blade of grass)
overdosing on oxygen
in the cool summer morning.
like hailstones falling
bruising her body
an assault in every drop.
(The vapour fills my lungs
with soft water
With every step
her bones break
like soft glass
(Im so afraid).
she bites her lip
(until it bleeds)
And goes into cardiac arrest.
DreamingI dream I'm walking through forestsDreaming in Free Verse More Like This
or at the university
with fish scales falling from my skin.
I wake in a mental health ward
gill-less, and suffocating.
Epinephrine WhisperI bleed fearEpinephrine Whisper in Free Verse More Like This
and breathe paralysis
drug myself into sanity
and drip with the rain
every drop a thought
falling out of my soul
and tripping out of my brain.
I crawl screaming and sobbing
to the phone
and listen for hours to
the white noise of
the static dial tone.
My fingers shake
as I call
the crisis hotline
child youth mental health team.
she doesn't know
she doesn't know
she doesn't know
I don't have a
I don't have a
My therapist isn't here today.
"Sorry. Would you like to leave a
I hang up
bite my hands
until they bleed
and bang my head against the floor
again and again
I dial the number
Ask for the psychiatrist
that saw me at the hospital.
He's on break.
He'll be coming back
in an hour.
there's no time.
I'll be dead by then.
I need to talk to someone.
She doesn't tell me
to hold on,
she doesn't keep
IanDrops of bloodIan in Free Verse More Like This
the soft fall
as they mark his skin
an inky black.
When he smiles,
the jagged lips
of his throat smile gospel secrets too
that only the half-living and the dead know.
MillionairesAaron walks past as they're taking myMillionaires in Free Verse More Like This
blood pressure and my pulse.
"If you go over 100 you win a prize"
and the nurse laughs too.
FearClay and Michael are given anaesthetic for their shock treatment.Fear in Free Verse More Like This
We sit together in the lounge, and Michael asks him why
he's not wearing the blue hospital robes.
"The shock shop won't let you in without them."
Clay points at him and screams so loudly we all shake.
"I need to lie down," he whispers,
and the nurses surround him
and gently lead him away.
He's so quiet and sweet on the ward,
but for a single moment, he's terrifying.
Michael is upset, and I try to tell him that Clay's unwell,
that we're all unwell.
He was hearing voices this morning,
and staring into nothing.
And I hope he's okay,
that he'll be okay.
OverflowingI swallowOverflowing in Biography & Memoir More Like This
600mg of sanity
in a cold clear glass
with liquid memory
and hydrogen voices
filling the space
between each breath.
As the medication
sinks into my soul
the delusions gently vanish
leaving only echoes
and the fingerprints
of madness on my skin.
The chemicals wash over me
in calming waves
until I see the world
in a softer light
under the same sky.
It's like breathing underwater;
everything is quiet
If My Life is BeautifulThey say suicide is evil, but I always thought it was selfless that I would make myself disappear so that others could live. Theyd find relief and be free, without the threat of me hanging over their heads. My existence was what was evil it was meaningless and selfish. I was sick, and had to be cared for every waking moment. My mother once said that she felt as though I was holding the family hostage falling deeper and deeper into illness, making everyone fear leaving me alone, and fear being near me. I never told her that I was been held hostage in my own skin, trapped somewhere in the endless void of my broken mind, while the disease took over my soul like a virus. Infection, infection.If My Life is Beautiful in Free Verse More Like This
It made me sad to realize that Ive spent most of my life in therapy, living between sessions. Holding onto empty pill bottles as though medication would be my salvation. Time doesnt exist in my head. I remember almost nothing of my days, just the endless fight to