Poetry Archive :: Please Help Me

I would argue that the worthwhile thing you can ever do with someone suffering from any form of mental illness is to learn how to listen to them.

If you cannot express your anguish for yourself, sometimes all that is left is incoherent anger, frustration and tears. In those moments, help is absolutely crucial.

Here’s a series of haiku on how it feels to me when this happens.


Please Help Me

Nowhere else to go
Desperate plea: find method
Alleviate pain.

Knowledge eludes, true
Redemption out of arm’s reach:
Please, someone listen.

This voice, important
Requires immediate help:
Supply assistance.

Hand is offered, small
Gesture immediate: breathe,
Explain what is wrong.

Way forward defined,
Begin the healing process,
Together, stronger.


Poetry Archive :: Enlightenment

Ah, the benefit of hindsight. It’s too late to worry about it now: just take what you’ve got and make the most of it. ALSO stop using the word stress because it is only making things worse. You’re a writer, dammit! BE MORE CREATIVE.


Enlightenment

The fog, now lifting:
Mists recede: enlightenment
Presented, begins.

Choice, complexity
Defined through pain: revealing
Uncomfortable truths.

Reality grows
As consciousness shifts; within
Perception altered.

It has come to this
Line in the sand: drawn, ignored
Facts instead embraced.

Sometimes, to start fresh
Acceptable direction:
Reach out, ask for help.


Poetry Archive :: Don’t Panic

There’s been a phenomenal amount of stress this week, which has not come from the Internet. Fortunately, as you are reading this I’ll (hopefully) be sitting in a field with a drink in my hand and all the trauma will be a distant memory. This set of microverses is the standard reminder to myself that honestly, truthfully, none of this really matters. Just live each day as it comes and stop worrying about everything else.


Don’t Panic

Don’t start with dim outlook:
Life, not some kind of drill.
One run at the track, mate:
How many false starts now?

Prevaricate, pointless
Helps nobody long term.
Hiding sudden panic
Fact: everyone’s alone.

Once dust settles, centre
Thoughts, redirecting self.
No more self-absorption
Break apart this problem.

Always take assistance
Whenever given: friend
In your corner, support
During difficulty.

Far brighter future when
Ownership taken, life
Improving steadily:
Strong future, reinforced.


 

Poetry Archive :: Connected

Considering the amount of time I spend in the Virtual World, there really pught to be more written about it from a poetic standpoint. Consider this notice that’s going to happen, and that there’s a tenable connection between life and data.

Again, another one for the ‘very happy how it turned out’ pile.


Connected

Your head’s in the Cloud,
Virtual resonance moves;
Desires anthesis.

Sensuality,
Neurons intertwine: perfect
Synergy commenced.

Together, upload
Combined want: arousal sparks
Joint start-up sequence.

Data conjoining,
Interfaces touch: buffered
Downloads intermix.

New programme written,
Connecting: past and present,
Our aggregation.


 

Poetry Archive :: Disconnected

Amazingly, this has worked far better than I’d initially expected. In fact, this is something I’m very proud of. It’s also ended up as incredibly personal.

Funny how that happens sometimes.


Disconnected

Palpable loss, surrounding
Remains of this broken brain:
Was deconstruction worthwhile?
Unplugged, life disconnected.

Corpse of worthwhile anguish, strewn:
Crime scene sectioned off, weapon
Bloodied yet unbowed. Escape
Impossible; arrested.

Considering our failures,
Largely worthless exercise:
Run instead past this roadblock
Fleeing pointless metaphor.

Command, unconnected bursts
Randomly piled. Makes no sense
Yet begins transformation,
Create order in chaos.

From disassociation,
Confused, frightening signals
Finally, things get better:
Simplicity emerging.


Poetry Archive :: Survival

Understanding yourself is the most important thing that will ever be achieved in order to successfully survive reality.


Survival

Decision simple:
Die on this hill? Or, perhaps
Stop; reconsider.

So many years spent
Questioning existence, to
Reach this conclusion.

Reality, now
Finally registers: no
Turning back, assess.

Assemble your facts
Consider: how much as truth
What is imagined?

Survival matters
As brighter future beckons:
New journey begins.


 

Poetry Archive :: Inevitability

It appeared there was one more week of rhymes that had been overlooked, but this is everything now. I’m also scheduling this several days earlier than normal, which is hopefully now going to stick as habit. However, neither of these things matters as much as the content of this poem. This is the first of a series, marking a significant milestone in my personal life. It is tagged as such for search purposes going forward, and as poetry will be (in part) the means by which a story is told.

Sometimes, there needs to be courage to admit your failings.


Inevitability

The moment when
A light-bulb glows:
There’s no escape,
Consciousness knows.

The time has come
Choice must be made:
Relax, accept
Don’t be afraid.

The action next
May well depend:
Around belief
How things will end.

The trust in self
Beyond reproach:
With rest of world
This subject, broach.

The firm belief
You’re just not whole:
Diagnosis
Becomes the goal.