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
Change is Now
True or false. Anger problems? True. Depressed? True. PTSD? Yup. After ingesting numerous prescription happy chemicals, dosing first at 7am and again at 1pm, I feel I’ve lost control. It’s all temporary; a fake happiness, if you will. “Are the…
“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…
The Collapse
The progression from spring to summer has passed, and it’s now officially summer. The temperatures are soaring, plants wilting–wishing only for a drop of water, and the grass is crunching and breaking with every soft step. Help. My mind is in a continuous state…
Just-A-Minimal-Risk 