My Dark Place
So many people battle with depression around us and some of them seems to be the most unlikely canditates for this disease
Silent friends
I heard a voice and wrote this.....ha ha
Regression
Clouds in my mind as my clock ticks backwards Too hurt to alter time and set myself free As the tick and the tock clangs all is further away, but the boy who appears as a man gets younger every hour I catch a glimpse in a nightmare of all the pai
Searching
Just a thought about life, trying to get my creative juices flowing
Biographical Society
Kant34 downloading a mind......
A True Story
I started writing this quite a while back. It is a true story with names changed. I came across this when I had my counselling practice. I was working with the client for quite a while with little results. One day she came and told me about this man that approached her on the street corner and how she gave her heart to Jesus. She was a completely changed person and I saw her a few months later on the street on the arms of a gentleman. Finally finished the poem. It is in three parts by design.....thank you.... I should add that Uncle Lester has long since passed away.
My Reality
I worked with a client for a number of weeks and she had some real stand up arguments with the heater, radio, window, toaster and so on
Undeserved and/or Undesired
Wishing to right a wrong you know nothing about Living a life filled with self doubt Knowing not for what you are punished each day Wondering if God hears when you pray Is like always walking with needles in you feet Making you afraid to trust
breaking down
i wrote this today..
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Written directed by me 23.4.96
deadly and alone
its a work in progress but the only one I have, Since I just started writing after like 16 years
X - Y x Z + T = M
Time sits heavily on my mind Reverberating across time and space Allowing echoes to cross the void Visions flashing across the sky Iridescent lights floating and dipping Slowly my mind becoming numb Allowing strange thoughts to creep in Loosen
Thats MY rubbish dump
so much hunger???????????
Regression
Just a thought a the end of a long day...............
Forever Enigmatic
I leave it for the reader to discover
THE ESSENSE
“ THE ESSENCE “ I only live that I may die I only love that I should cry – I sometimes hate and wonder why On a sunny day can’t see the sky. The clouds are black and slowly creeping Around me and I heard them weeping, For they can see me
Tears (dedicated to one of my friends)
this friend is like my twin brother although he lives in other country.He broke with his girlfriend,and she is my friend too...so that´s the reason for this poem
The Building
What glorious monuments we build to our folly
Left to Die
Trying something different
His Main Problem
Masterpieces went walkies between his head and the page
Voices
I wrote this a number of years ago and it was published in a book called 'The Liquid Mirror'.
My Version of Truth
This was actually one of my former neighbours....lived next to him for about 15 years when I saw him 4 years later he had managed to...drink into oblivion...he didn't even recognise me...
The Pig-Dealer's Pension
I worked in the post office. A miserable old man, a pig-dealer, used to come every week for his pension. I never remember him having a good word to say about anybody, rather he sought opportunity to belittle those he met in life. This is a description of his weekly ritual, pension day.
These Voices
Pray you never hear these voices
Don't we learn
One night I heard the cry
everlasting purpose
something i wrote
break my heart
something a bit new
morning
something of how i felt lol
Memory Flash
Sometimes you need to write because you need to write because you NEED to write
Deadly Despair
When your life gets turned upside down sometimes the dark creeps in and takes over
secrets
something i wrote just today i hope you like it :]
alone.
something i wrote today
i saw
just a sort poem i wrote a while back
you
something i wrote a long time ago
Happy Thoughts by Eric Matthews
Take me on into your dancing nightmare Trip me up on your words of loving laughter Remove my brain through my ear canal Disect me into tiny peices and tell me what I'm all about Reassemble me but throw my emotions out Don't make me feel anymor
Prelude to insanity
Within my dreams of tortured screams and memories of long ago I watched the act denied as fact and pursued her through the snow. And in this dream to me it seems as though im almost dead when Im ripped apart and fed my heart to awake upon
The Drunk
This poem is about a guy who doesn't know the where, what, how, when, or why of his current situation. His basic concern is for his own comfort.
Intoxicant
Thought i would try something more agressive this time
The Ghost
Awakened by the sounds once more. The ghost that reside within these walls. Not to be silenced nor hushed. To laugh, to drink, to dance once more. I lay very still. Willing them to go away. But their presence calls. Not willing to remain in the
the unfinished
for a friend