The Celestial Stardust
I've got to get away you breathed
Oft' in silence with no reprieve
Surrounded here you are so alone
The rising tide a deafening tone
Tis not the life you wished to live
You seek th' resetting that death shall give
Silence this chatter, the thunderous wave
The crashing rocks in your mental cave
Visions of anger, hate and unrest
Inside the chest lives this dogged tempest
As the waves barrel hard onto earth
Two energies meet offering rebirth
If only I'd known in my young angst
there was a plan for me on earth and ocean banks
Too little we remember that we are stardust
Little tiny beings living on Earth's crust
I beg of you now, if not known how
Speak up, shout, howl and fight
Rage, rage against the dying of the light
We all live with thoughts of terrible fright
Take strength with you my Brother
Be fierce and steadfast my Sister
The storm will end
The light will come out
You will find the solace of shore
This journey through life will always be hard
You must find courage deeply sewn in your heart
You are not alone and never shall be
We are all shining stardust in this celestial galaxy
(Thomas Patrick Hywel Williams has been personally affected by mental health tragedy. He is dedicated to helping in any way to alleviate people from feeling alone and unhappy in life.)
My fight against darkness
My depression is-
a hide and seek champion-
I no longer search for.
But still it jumps out at me-
ready to play again when I least expect it.
I don’t want to be a flatline.
I want people to see me, know
I can survive.
I don’t want to be dead; I am happy.
I have reached my limit- I have had enough. You haunt my every move, make my life too tough.
4 years ago, you released your poison, you started to invade my life. You shocked the breath out of my body. Your pain as sharp as a knife.
The lies you whisper into my ear, send a chill down my spine. They make me feel like, my life is no longer mine.
You have torn all the happiness out of me, put a filter over my life so I can no longer see.
You took away my dad, you stole all my friends now you leave me not knowing who I can trust. Everything I used to enjoy is now covered in a layer of dust.
Today is not your day. I stand up to the demons that you sent to block the way.
My life is mine to take back. My happiness, my future. I have hope and that you cannot attack.
I know you won’t disappear straight away- that’s okay.
As long as you know that, I won’t let you take control of me today.
(Tom JF Wood is a nineteen-year-old performance and media student studying in Cardiff, UK. He is keen to create content which challenges issues within society. He focuses predominantly on his work to campaign for mental health after losing his father to suicide. Tom has chosen not to let this traumatic event burden him and instead uses his story to inspire others and to create a positive change in the world.)
God Only Gives Us What We Can Handle
Looking into my neighbor’s eyes,
The cigarettes burning behind their pupils
their woodend irides,
It’s evident those words
Are just Bee smoke bullshit
Are fentanyl soaked eyes
Just aqueous humor for you?
I don’t see the humor
[at least I can see]
How can my brother’s eyes
Relay anything besides
Tinctures of titrated smiles,
Writing by candlelight is my only connection to the past
I don’t know if I’m a tea merchant or stockbroker
My name might as well be a serial number
On a wood pallet
Or perhaps cornflakes
Detached from the past, how is there purpose?
No wonder the anxiety is floating
A dirigible mess
Waiting to catch ablaze
My notebook is too close to this candle
My heart is to close to my brain--
Maybe my writing is a half-cooked chicken
And I should push closer
Towards the flame
To burn down this dimly lit apartment complex.
I don’t know if this contains meaning anymore
Or just stylized ramblings
The Allostatic load of my hatred is too much.
I can’t bear this,
Yet I know how to slash tires
And hide my humanity--
Under my bed
Under the carpet
A few feet from hell.
Stoic pettiness and romantic fires
Are all I have left.
If only it was nothing
If only we never coexisted--
As magnetic foils
If only I was as discriminatory
If only I was ignorant of ignorance
(Austin Vertesch is a student at Indiana University. He writes unclandestine garbage)
Edge Of The Cliff
As they lower your lifeless body
into your last resting place
there ware so many questions
that are stuck in my head.
They will never be answered now.
Wish I knew when the thoughts
of ending your life entered you.
Not once did I see it coming.
Whatever demons you were fighting,
you hid them from us all.
More than anything I wsh
that I saw the signs
and tried to talk to you
or found the help for you.
Maybe we could have decided
on a completely different fate
and held your hand
back off that edge of the cliff.
Now we will never know.
September 12, 2017
© Andrew Scott - Just A Maritime Boy 2017
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