Physically exhausted So why is my brain still running at high speed My old friend insomnia showed up once again But she barged her way in with such force There … Continue Reading My Old Friend Insomnia | A Poem
I am so excited to announce the release of my second book in the My Bipolar Mind series: My Bipolar Mind: Surviving the Chaos.
Expressive writing, poetry therapy, journaling, expressive journaling, rage writing; I’ve heard it called a lot of different things and used in many ways but it all comes down to using writing as a coping mechanism.
Days Like Yesterday By: Nicole Renae I wake up, not wanting to move. I get up, pushing through. One thing, and then another. Seems like I’m on a hill, everything … Continue Reading Days Like Yesterday by Nicole Renae
The Real Flavors of Life. A Poem by Kristine Colley. (Continue Reading)
I know that a few posts ago before the new year even hit, I had mentioned that I was not planning out any new year’s resolutions and that I was going to go into 2019 without any expectations. I had originally said that the only thing I wanted in 2019 was to be happy since 2018 really broke me down and drug me through the mud. (Continue Reading…)
Depression Unwinds A Poem | Samantha Steiner Trying to stay positive But at times it gets tough Life just keeps giving me One blow after another How much am I … Continue Reading A Poem | Depression Unwinds
*Trigger Warning* | These feelings bubble to the surface again | And I can’t help but to feel | Like my razor is my only friend…
I don’t feel like functioning today | So I’ll ignore all my calls | Until they fade away to my voicemail | Which I’ll never even bother to check anyway…
Her depression is swallowing her whole
But what if I give my life to go under the knife?
Photo by Kinga Cichewicz on Unsplash When Insomnia Says Hi A Poem | Samantha Steiner Insomnia tries to say hi As I am screaming goodbye But she keeps popping into my head Reminding … Continue Reading A Poem | When Insomnia Says Hi
But my blanket is too wrinkled
And something dark is beneath my bed,
I’m supposed to be getting dressed now
At least that’s what mommy said.
I never thought I could last this long
Without alcohol fueling me from inside
But today I am 11 months sober
And I’m feeling so much more alive
Photo by Nathaniel Flowers on Unsplash Forgetting The Present A Poem | Samantha Steiner Remembering the past But forgetting the present I would love to reflect and reminisce on today But today seems … Continue Reading A Poem | Forgetting The Present
I am stronger than this
Time can be kind and gentle
But it can also be cruel and deceiving
It’s National Poetry Day! One more poem before the day ends!
Today Is National Poetry Day!
Originally posted on Beneath the Surface:
The fictitious smile The cheerful laughter The pleasant greetings. Are all deceived you see. My calm quiteness, hides all that I compose from my…