My poetry inspired by Peter Steele π₯ππ
Tag: poetry
October Rust by Type O Negative π₯ππ
(I wrote this when I was only 21) Released on August 20th, 1996, through Roadrunner Records, the self-produced October Rust by Type O Negative is without a doubt my favorite album of all-time. Although it has been reviewed hundreds of times over the past thirteen years, I felt an overwhelming desire to compose the most … Continue reading October Rust by Type O Negative π₯ππ
Bookshelf of a bipolar
I am overwhelmed with books I'd like to get around to reading, but besides my music on Spotify, my sketchbook, and my acrylic paints, this is how I get by on limited social interaction. So, I felt like sharing my library with you to give you an idea of how and where my brain works. … Continue reading Bookshelf of a bipolar
“The Jewels” by Charles Baudelaire
My darling read my heart, for she left on Only her chains and bracelets and her beads, The powerful regalia of one Who knows the way a potentate is pleased. A glimpse of Paradise in beaten gold Whose tantalizing music leaves me stunned, For I am often easily beguiled When subtle lights and sounds are … Continue reading “The Jewels” by Charles Baudelaire
I write words to have a friend
Oh, illness you are crushing me Death's door begs to open for me Brain I cannot handle Strangles my brain, scrambled Hurts, the pain rambles Voices, not my friends Where are my friends? I cannot hear anyone Nothing in my peripheral lens Cats meow and rub on my leg Don't want to stink and Bloat … Continue reading I write words to have a friend
Bipolar is beautiful
I just wanted to take a moment to tell all of you that even if I haven't met you, I love you as my fellow bipolar bears that know deep down they would never cause harm to anyone yet continuously endure abuse and discrimination from those who will never know our gift. They bully us … Continue reading Bipolar is beautiful
My spoken word poetry debut
I went through with it, after all. This is my first time doing spoken word poetry. I can't believe how natural it ended up being for me despite my social anxiety. https://youtu.be/W5X0Ji3jHew
Purgatory, a poem about depression
Depression is not sadness; it is being buried in dreams of anxiety and pain It is staring at the same page of a book and not even hearing the rain Depression is not sadness; it is wanting someone there but having nothing to say It is not feeling the wind on a cool breezy day … Continue reading Purgatory, a poem about depression
Bipolar tweeting
Acid reflux, nausea, and oversleep-ing... these are a few of my favorite things. Isolating, spending, and overthink-ing... these are a few of my favorite things. Sociopaths, addicts, and one-time flings... these are a few of my favorite things. Sobriety, appointments, and medication dings... these are a few of my favorite things. (Still working on a … Continue reading Bipolar tweeting
Teenage poetry
Cobainesque 2003 (15 years old) It eats away the outer layer Leaving me in the cold It's difficult to open my eyes They're entrapped in mold My days have become shorter My nights do not exist I bite the dead skin off of me Something I just cannot resist The cries of emptiness swim inside … Continue reading Teenage poetry
