Ending the stigma through poetry
Is this what it takes to make art? To pull my beating heart out of my chest? As I write, the blood from my heart is used as ink These words I write are more than just thoughts They are derived from my very… Continue Reading “Blood On Paper”
Guilt creeps upon me like a long lost friend Promises I should have kept Words I should have not said In time I will forget Currently, it meets me And beats me dead
I am at constant war with my mind. At times I fear it will consume me and there will be nothing left of me but this darkness inside of me. I’m afraid I shall go the same way as Plath and Hemingway in the… Continue Reading “Prose: Sylvia Plath Effect”
If you can’t let go of someone no matter how hard you try, the universe is speaking to you. Shut up and listen.
I have seen too many people in my life who belong together but aren’t due to one universal emotion we humans call pride.
Perhaps if society made it acceptable to discuss suicide, we would have 800,000 more people on this planet called Earth.