Brothers with blonde hair are easy to spot in a crowd. That is, in any crowd. But what if he is in a crowd of blondes you ask? Well, there are not many that are the same blonde as him. For you see my brother’s skin is as dark as chocolate. His hair sprouts from … More Blonde Hair Brother
A cry steps out my chest and calls into the ocean abyss. The waves batter my limbs against my body and leave me powerless. A current grabs my legs and fights to pull me into its waters. The air in me replaced by liquid and I am breathless. My salty tears drown my lungs and … More depression again…
Weep a lonely song little boy.
Weep long and quietly. … More a poem ‘Weep, little boy’
In times of suffering, I have fallen As my hands were spread out calling. You held me still. My aching heart longed for relief, As tears seemed to be mine to keep. You held me still. Feet dragged through the dying dust, Moving past the sun till dusk. You held me still. The clock wound on till it … More held me still
BY Jonathan of Shades of Grey Matter I am in love with cities I have never been to And people I have never met. I want to see the world in real time. I want to connect with its people and exotic places; Smell the roses in Paris, Swim with sharks in the ocean, Party … More Wonder lust
I do not know where I will go or how the future will unfold. This depressive blip was shorter than I thought I knew. My imaginations of the future never seen as great as God makes it. Perhaps one day I will dream, but dream big enough. The breath in my lungs was laboured in pain. … More Stay, Okay.
I have walked this road oblivious to what was happening. My own emotions left me out in the dust. I buried pain and anger unknown to myself. Then January 6th I hit the roof and I was gone. Two weeks later I set off again, Three hours long did the panic ensue. 6 months … More not Dealing with pain
The anxiety seeping into my heart is like a cloud of gas. Its mist crawls under the door and begins to lap at my lungs. Slowly its nauseating stench reaches my head. Then its claustrophobic touch clouds my eyes. My chest is stretched by the reach of its fumes. One moment, one flicker of light … More Gassed
I’m not sure if I’m strong enough for this. My soul is weary and my heart is heavy. God, give me some form of peace, Show me how to drift on the wings of your grace; Not by my strength but by your great name. Take me onto the dance floor and set my heart … More lead me