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Twelve notes…
that’s all there are
to captivate and swoon

Mozart
and/or Elton John
—July the same as June

(The New Room: September, 2021)
It doesn't matter what I do
I was made to worship you
Kiss the ground that's held your feet
Fight for you, never retreat
Hold you up when you are down
Give you breath before you drown
But I am not perfect
I can't do it all
No matter what I do
You make me feel small
yes, sundays seem quiet . were like that when i was a kid. enjoy that yet i know some find it arduous.

like to hear you will have company in the garden again other than the cats.

when initially awake it was golden with sun yet now the softest cloud has covered.

Asda van is due today and i go to buy petrol early. except is diesel.

no more news really. except I saw a stoat thingy yesterday.
 Sep 2021 Phillips
brian odongo
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Long ago I had panic attacks every fall and spring.
Long ago my depression would act up during winter and summer.
Long ago I thought I only had anxiety and depression because it's most common in middle schoolers.
Long ago I thought my manic episodes and my panic attacks coexisted together because I was the broken hearted writer who nobody could fix.
Long ago I thought during college I only ever got depressed because my academics were getting more difficult for me.
Long ago I thought during high school that my closest friends called me weird, crazy, silly and smart because of my anxiety got me into awkward conversations with my church friends because only my creative, genius friends could understand my nonsense.
Long ago for every cross country meet I would get nervous.
Long ago I didn't know that I have bipolar disorder and schizophrenia.
Long ago I didn't need to be fixed because I needed to be medicated for my mental illnesses.
Having Both bipolar disorder and schizophrenia growing up was difficult.
My imagination was wild and I used to trust people easily.
I was competitive playing Pokemon on the DS light. I was a videogame addict and my childhood best friend was as obsessed as I was. Videogames were easy and life was hard.
I was a sensitive kid if I was yelled at I would cry, if I was angry I would cry, if I was really sad I would cry.
I didn't like being controlled by my overbearing mother so I rebelled every now and then. Sometimes I went stoic which didn't last long because my emotions used to control me. I could feel every emotion deeply because anger felt like wildfire, guilt felt like a weight on my chest, sadness felt like winter, joy felt like a day in spring, pain felt like a knife cutting through my heart and grief felt like I was stuck in darkness forever.
Having Both bipolar disorder and schizophrenia meant I kept my most trusted friends distant from me when I went manic, depressed or angry because I thought I was protecting them from me.
I thought since I was so scared of them seeing me crazy they would abandon me for having mood swings, for being empathetic, for seeing the good in people and for caring too much.
I was wrong in the best way my most trusted friends still love me even though I am medically insane because they are geniuses and to be genius you have be insane in some way.
 Sep 2021 Phillips
Benzene
Create a World
Where you always
Carry the garden of happiness !
Where flowers in your head ,
Grow every time when  you smile .
Pluck one and give every person you see .

A world where
the light that was connecting  us
is still burning deep down in our heart .
Where river get filled with truth
and not with the rain of tears

Create a World
where lights along the paths
give hope .
where people aren't like shadows
who leave at darkness .
 Jul 2021 Phillips
Benzene
The War
 Jul 2021 Phillips
Benzene
my mind and heart are constantly at
war ;
to prove to each other their
power.
When I let my heart decide
my mind refuse to take my side
but ;
whenever I let my mind to score a win
my heart goes in a terrible spin.

They both make me confuse with their advice  
It make me over think everything twice

You have to learn to let you mind and heart
win;
and this is a wonderful art .
Sometimes They both give you strife ;
but this is all experiencing
life.
Is this happen with everyone or I'm the only one to face the internal war? .haha , but I'm learning to let them be friends .Hope you all doing good , take care of your health and family .
 Jul 2021 Phillips
Word farer
Red rosy lips
Cute dimple cheeks
Make smile look beautiful
But for me
It's the pain and hidden tears
That make look smile even prettier!!
 Jul 2021 Phillips
Khaab
It feels like a graveyard inside...
Everything is dead...
But the demons...were still in hunger...
So, they dug up the graves...
They were feeding on my dead...
But these graveyards are good for nothing
So they are...on their way
to the forest...
But...here...I am...
I don't know...when I lost my way?
And ended up...in the middle of the ocean...
Everyone knows...I don't know how to swim...
I am drowning deeper and deeper...
But...it's been a while here...
so it's fine...to be breathless...
I have memories of the radio in my dark room...
It doesn't work any more...broken...
I thought...it would be safe in here...
deep down in the ocean...nobody would come...
But the spiders are everywhere....
Just like...they were across my room...the garden...everywhere!
They live all over my head...
Digging up...my mind...eating every piece of it...
I guess...the demons couldn't reach down here...
So these spiders make my mind rotten...
I don't know...where I am?
I just float around...deep down in the dark ocean...
with the my eyes wide open...
I can see the light disappearing.
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