Holding Cells Aren’t Helping

This is the tale of my stay at the Lawrence Memorial Med 6 Psychiatric Unit. It outlines how poor care is given even when the stay is voluntary.

The Artifact

I wanna live in my dreams Rip between the seams The people in my mind are more coherent it seems To be… Reality is nothing to me Jokingly – Brush aside …

Oblivion

Since being on Topamax writing anything original has been near impossible. This is the first original piece I have written since then. It is about BPD and my struggles of identifying the subtle differences of it from bipolar inside of myself.

Open Minds: Pilot Episode

Thank you so much for giving OPEN MINDS a listen. We are glad to have you along for the journey ahead of us! Like any collaboration, this is an ever-changing work in progress. Each of our team members has different strengths and they will surface over time. As we fall into our roles, there may be some unpleasant hiccups along the way.

The Artifact

The Artifact

I wanna live in my dreams Rip between the seams The people in my mind are more coherent it seems To be… Reality is nothing to me Jokingly – Brush aside …

Oblivion

Oblivion

Since being on Topamax writing anything original has been near impossible. This is the first original piece I have written since then. It is about BPD and my struggles of identifying the subtle differences of it from bipolar inside of myself.

Your sick

Your sick.

There was nothing I could have wished for
But a chance to meet your gaze
That would of satiated
My burning pain
Nothing I could have wished for
Could end this pain

Join me

From the Lips of Death

Bereave her with my lovely
Lyrics
Of demonic desire
And set her heart on fire
With the darkest desire
To join me in the mire

Don’t Forget Me

I wish that this pain would vacate
Me
And I wish these drugs would placate
Me…
I just want to take a dive
And be down
Forever un-found
I want to be down…

Vapor Man

Death and Love Potray Decay

Haunting whispers and
Acidic dreams
Echo through the seams
Of reality
Taking – consuming
Altering the room and
Tearing me apart

Heart Balloon

You and me Turns to We

In love with impossibilities
Like kissing fire on the lips
My desire wants to take my life
And in the morning I have to come to grips

drawing blood

Drawing Blood

And as the sensation fades away
I cant deny it,
You’ve infected my heart –
I cant describe it