A can tumbles and chants bleeding its contents against hot pavement, cooling with night. It dances with shadows hidden from street lamps; a luminous rainbow of petroleum. Pressing further then halting It rocks back and forth Quiet now Empty. Alone.
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The Devil, He Knows How to Write
Tagged with: depression, loneliness, lonely, mania, manic, petroleum, ptsd
Posted in Life, Love, Poetry
Posted in Life, Love, Poetry
Swallow it Down
The alarm screams its livelihood, penetrating my outer ear, vibrating towards my soul. I strike the buttons, hoping dearly to find the right one. The volume increases, and I’m more frantic now. I find the plug, remove it from the outlet, and…
Tagged with: addiction, bipolar, depression, high school, mania, medicine, pain, prescription medication, school, vicodin, xanax
Posted in Life
Posted in Life
Breathe Me
A piece of my heart, once full, now empty with distance. It’s been a few days now, a few days since my mind has gone. It’s temporary, I know, but I haven’t found it easy. Well, I’ve been here before…
Tagged with: anxiety, depression, distance, health, life, lonesome, love, mania, manic
Posted in Uncategorized
Posted in Uncategorized
“I Miss Iraq. I Miss My Gun. I Miss My War.”
Below is a story I thought I would share. This was featured in Esquire magazine in 2007. Since I do not have much to say today, I thought I would share. The full story isn’t in this post, but if…
Tagged with: afghanistan, arabic, death, depression, destruction, hope, infantry, iraq, loss, love, mania, marine corps, muslim, pashto, pashtun, ptsd, usmc, war
Posted in Life
Posted in Life
I’ve grown…
I’ve grown directly in to an unrecognizable state; one that if not controlled, will surely tail spin out of control. Extreme paranoia partnered with mania and depression bears heavily on my soul. Every day I wake up, and I’m still…
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