**Originally published 9/19/2016 Post contains sensitive content. Readers view at their own discretion. I am writing this from my hospital bed - my second night in, on my third visit this year. I just had a shower with 2in1 shampoo that wasn't mine, and dried myself with towels that weren't mine, and I have to… Continue reading I Hate You, Don’t Leave Me: My Battle against Borderline Personality Disorder.
"Delusional", "gun-wielding", "disturbed" - the words chosen by the media to describe 26 year old Ciara Howard, a bipolar disorder sufferer gunned down by police in Olathe last August. "Honour roll student", "accomplished pianist", and "very happy person to be around" were omitted from these articles. Why? Because in the beady eyes of modern media… Continue reading Disregarded and Slain: We Are All Ciara Howard by ambsanonymous
I turned 20 on January 1st. I'm standing here looking up at the looming question above me: who am I going to be? I'm not the first to say it, but one of few millennials to admit that for all our good qualities, we are, for the most part, complacent, lazy, and entitled. We have… Continue reading A 2018 Millennial Guide to Getting Yourself Together – ambsanonymous
Expunge - to remove, so my dictionary says, I rip the page out, unlike you from my head. Duplicitous - deceitful, that word, your face, full colour, widescreen, a vision you can't replace: Inculcate - that's what you do, imprinting those so close to you with anger, lies and malice too, a hard path to… Continue reading Expunge
Empty cup, dusty floor I’m sorry that we don’t fit anymore. Laughing - loud, traffic - slow, I’m never one for goodbyes, I just go You said this time that I shouldn't come back, so I've missed you each day but I stuck to that But when I see headlights and City twinkles, skylines I… Continue reading Honey, 1992.
On a morning crisp, in amorous jest, I left my cheek upon your chest. And now there’s ghosts there where we lay; for afterwards, I died that day. And there sat in the inbetween, I saw all that was left of me, I crumbled up, I lost my crown, I watched the clouds come tumbling… Continue reading 170399
**Please note this is for artistic purposes only, as a means of self expression, and contains content some readers may find sensitive. This poem is dated and IS NOT a reflection of my current mental state, nor is it intended to endorse mental illness or self harm. It has been censored. If you or someone you know… Continue reading The Regret
You look like one of those Boys in the bands bird’s nest curls Six strings, both hands those lips, that neck Look I’m no pretender I’d sit in a corner, your dusty old Fender That you never touch Or appreciate or admire I’d just sit and watch you With my heart set on fire Because… Continue reading 120196