Where has my mind been these past months? I've been ho-humming from the pit of my mental abyss. Here's another original poem from the depths of my depravity. Hash and rehash to show that we care As we

Source The voice and thoughts of depression and anxiety spin my mind into a horse blinded view of the world where every unconscious fear projects onto those around me. The mental torment of the abyssal

Source Can't stand on my feet repeating my negative creed Rumerating, culminating, giving life to a beast Pushing onto others my monster of grief Asking for advice and sucking them dry Smiles scowl down

Fuck the voices of anxiety Tearing up my sanity Saying there's no love for me Sayin' friends just put up with me Isolation's negativity You make me sick with depravity Like nostalgia's evil twin Telling

Many moons ago I made the decision to end my relationship with a girl that had seen me through the roughest parts of my life. It was difficult for me, but I eventually saw it for the better. An ode to

Emotion is the fuel of my fire. To get it out of my system is the desire. To write is to express. My pen and paper relieve my distress To cope I like to joke even rhyme and sing. Make a poem and hope it

If we could all just take a moment out of our lives look up at the sky and see the beauty of it all. To ignore the things that get us down in life for just a minute and relax in the radiating warmth of

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I have serious trouble. My creativity has vanished and has not returned. What should I do? I was going to go for a walk. Maybe I don't have anything bugging me in life at the moment. I need some raw emotion

UMOS - The Unconcious Mind Operating System What is reality made of? There is more going on in the universe than humans are able to observe. Humans observe the universe with five senses: Vision, hearing,

The mind and the body have a much deeper connection than we understand. Although the mind and the body are different, whatever happens to one affects the other. The mind controls our moods and the things

Seems like this is something every "veteran" user of the site has to express every so often; I'm certainly no different as I'm sure I've written about 10 of these posts. Partly to avoid all the

You shared with me your knowledge and grace And recognized all my faults Through my dreams your voice reverberates When I wake It's your name I call Opening doors I always thought were closed Embracing

This will be the last poem ever written in the factory I work in, for I have quit the mind draining job. I have found a shop that wants to hire me on full time to fix the junk that rolls through their

Source "Misery loves company!" No! Misery doesn't love company. Misery wants to fuck company, without putting a label on the relationship because it's afraid of commitment and wants to see other

Driving Me Crazy Prologue Chapter 1 Part 1 I felt the sting of a slap burning an imprint on my cheek. "Wake up sunshine." "God dammit!" I rolled to the side of my bed and swung my feet

Source Let me tell you all about a great tragedy in my life. I lost the best job of my life so far back in October due to a failed drug test. I know what some may say, "But Ace you're a psychonaut,

I wrote this piece as I was creating this writing. Poems have a wonderful way of expressing my pent up feelings for things. I also want to thank all the great people over at The Writer's Block for their

There will be an increasing call for advertising revenue at Steemit, something I am dreading but it will most likely arrive. The reason it will arrive is because it will offer money, possibly, lots and

I had the chance to get to know one of my coworkers in the factory I work in. She also went to college and earned a bachelors degree. When we were young college was heavily pushed on us, we were told that