I sit down to write an essay and I delete every word. My brain has been a trash bag lately.
Poetry that directly touches base on depression and other mental illness, specifically in women, is what feeds postmodern poetry of the twenty-first century.
Be you, and write about anything and everything you could ever think of. Turn your thoughts into words, your imagination into animation, and that is poetry.
“I didn’t think that I’d be able to do a lot of the writing I do now, so why not see if I could do something else I considered off limits?”
Give yourself this gift each day—laughter that is conceived in your soul and bursts into your body pushing past your human barriers and erupting within you in the purest, most unadulterated language of joy.
Depression: I’ve always been envious of you.
Depression: Of course. You’re a crazy asshole, sure. But you’re the life of every party. You’ve got such a pulse, people can feel when you walk into a room. Nobody notices me.
I’d love to love you. Yes, I’d love to hold you tight and whisper in your ear that I do, I really do.
“Only in the darkness can you see the stars.” ― Martin Luther King Jr.
February 6th – Bob Marley
People from high school constantly confuse you with someone else. ‘Hi Becky!’ Your name is April.