Robert J. W.

REFLECTIONS ON A MUTUALLY TOXIC RELATIONSHIP Dejection stumbles into my lap. I can smell fallen empires on his breath as he cracks open my skull with grey teeth. I could ask him where he is from and what he wants but I'm screaming vanities into his mouth instead. One day, we will tire of these rendezvous and tuck one other into bed where his eyes can nail themselves shut to the world and my nerves can finally anesthetize without the lust for the boulder and the mountain needed to push it.

I think some of you can relate to this but I tend to have a toxic relationship with my mental illness.

#poetry

Yes!

#Splendor

in darkness
when all is lost
despair beckons
and you are awash
in slow, endless sinking

still

you continue

#vss365

Really good!

We stand in abuse of the #splendour of breath Inflating words to thumb press necks and choke the others Inhaling exhaling in squalarising gulps, Leaving nature to recoil in horror. What use these lungs that take the splendid air To blow fire in winds and children to graves? Cyranovg

#vss365 #splendour #splendor #poetry #poem #cyranovg

Thank you!

Thank you. I'm trying lol

STUMBLING ALONG THE EDGE WITH A SUBTLE SMILE Siren chemicals could never sweeten my bitter ghost. Through the nausea, there is health. Through the exhaustion, there is hope. I was praising the smog that was rising from my timid brain because I was unable to see anything else. As my senses adjust to the naked world, I realize the oxidation was my own creation and now, the words on existence are read in a vibrant formality.

Yesterday, I cut out my last vice: caffeine. Over the past year, I've cut out my other vices as well. I'm hoping it improves my health (physically and mentally) in the long run!

#emoetry #bitter #vss365 #poetry #poetry

Thank you!

PERHAPS I AM STRONGER THAN I THOUGHT... I'm facing the mechanical sky with chamomile in my bones and sulfur in my eyes. I've heard tell of a śūnyatā beyond the restraints of these signatures and satellites down to which we all bow. I'm building my home with hands that once traced contradictions onto straight dirt roads. The baptism that will cleanse me will be uncomfortable but I know when I am submerged in those playground scabs, the durability of scars will keep me alive despite the death threats I perceive through the static.

We are strong and we will get through the things that bring us down!

#emoetry #uncomfortable #poetry

My thoughts are concrete slabs
in a universe flooded
with the blood of silence.
This obsession
with the muskets
that aim at my inner child
will end me

if the light I'm ignoring
to give birth to vacuums

doesn't do it first.

#vss365 #obsession #poetry

Writing, heavy music, the comfort of loved ones, laughter, cute animals

KAFKA'S SOUR STOMACH The road to harmony is littered with potholes, created by blank men with their laughter at the sinew beneath their alligator boots. My jaded guts are gnawing on razor wire in an attempt to digest this life in its uranium fragments. I show my nausea at the scam of this "open" machine by rusting the cogs in my inkblot vomit at such a velocity that every star stitched on the heart of this nightmare will come undone and return to the night for an easier life.

I feel hopeless, dealing with bureaucracy on top of everything else I'm dealing with...

#vss365 #velocity #poetry

I'm sorry 😞

SPLIT IN TWO I am split in two. The other part of me is sulking in a burning trailer, trying to sleep away the flames. Meanwhile, I'm shivering in a downpour of stray planets, debating on if I should save me or let myself become the ash I've dreamed of since I learned about the machinations of subtraction. Which one of us is the hero? Which one of us has a dead empire in his heart? Are either of us God? We both withdraw into our own orbits but my hand has become unclean and his has saved us all from a promise muttered from a mute mouth.

I feel the trauma I've experienced has split me into two people: one who is pessimistic and believes the world will hurt me, and one who has hope for myself and the world.

#emoetry #withdraw #vss365 #orbit #poetry

VULNERABLE STEPS Snow and rain drench the concrete in musical stillness. I take vulnerable steps to a destination resembling a child's sketch of a circle as my love ropes through my arms. I've been searching for the absurd beneath these sidewalks and in the basements of people I'll never meet when I should be finding my own fingerprints mixed into the funeral urn that I keep next to my heart. Today, I choose to be naked despite the bundles over my flesh; I am stellar and a rebel against the drying of the stars.

A somewhat philosophical and uplifting piece for this snowy\rainy morning!

#emoetry #vulnerable #vss365 #stellar #poetry

morning
released
a pulled yellow thread

#dailyhaikuprompt yellow

I'll never stop writing! Thank you for reading

INFINITE SECOND CHANCE Today is a refusal of yesterday's melancholy and tomorrow's tension. Today is our infinite second chance. We evolve from sunrises to sick beds to a carousel spinning in the summer's breath, holding on to the soil beneath our eyelids all the way. Each of our breaths follows a leader of glass. They will either lead us home or to the classroom where an equation on the board is an answer, not a problem. Either way, we will be saved.

A complete 180 from yesterday's poem, as this may be one of the most uplifting and positive things I've written! I hope it helps you as much as it helped me to write!

#emoetry #tense #poetry #mentalhealth #recovery #hope

My pleasure. Glad it resonated!

Thank you!

I'm okay today thank you. But I appreciate that and will keep it in mind!

Ain't that the frigging truth?

THIS MIND IS A BROKEN HOME My depression and anxiety abuse one another in the kitchen as I hide in my bedroom, writing love letters on the walls to those that the three of us knowingly pushed away. This life sometimes feels like a slope, not a spectrum. I sleepwalk to my window and dream questions about how others thrive while a million stressors condense into a needle point and scratch my hemophiliac soul. With paper cuts, I chip at these walls that have sheltered me since I was force fed funerals and I hope when I am exposed to the fallout of age, I am finally seen by me.

I had a pretty nasty depression\anxiety episode yesterday. I dealt with it but it still sucked. Part of this was written yesterday while I was going through it and the rest was written this morning.

#vss365 #knowingly #emoetry #seen #poetry

THE PIXEL MACHINE

We’re connected,
But not by all that spiritual guff.
She’s at the end of a line,
Deciphering codes,
Preparing trips in the pixel machine.

I’m just a grunt,
Working in the department of propaganda,
But several of us share the ride,
And we #knowingly accept the risks.

#vss365 🟣

Thank you

THE THINGS I CAN BARELY FORGET AND THE THINGS I CAN INTENSELY REMEMBER I am regretful for the carpet and the furniture I am forgetting. Our home that held sunshine and trauma in its walls has become a metaphor for a thousand novels I'll never have the courage or patience to write. Was your cigarette smoke a panacea for the butterfly that will one day envelope you in its bleeding wings forever? Were your jokes that could make a crumbling statue laugh as if it were just born the only thing that could keep me going after you were gone? Maybe. I see you both when my crazed eyes force themselves shut from time to time. You're watching tv as the worries are masked with a voice resembling an earthquake, you're on the floor with me and we're playing with toys as you teach me phrases I shouldn't have learned until I was able to discern moons from starlight. I thank you for it all. My ribs encase a car ride from a crib to a pen, writing pride on grains of sand.

This is the longest poem I've written in years. It's about my parents. I understand if you don't have the time, patience, or spoons to read. But if you do, I thank you!

#emoetry #regretful #vss365 #crazed #poetry

Love this

#vss365 #crazed #poetryprompts #poetry

Crazed —
not broken, just
cracked enough

for the pressure
to speak.

Thank you so much!