casey-mcclain
American
I am now 33, I suffer from schizoaffective disorder, OCD, major depression and migraines. I have had no formal classes or courses that teach poetry. I know that I make a lot of mistakes, but I do my best. I'm a Christian. I have a personal relationship with Jesus Christ. I enjoy writing, and hope to spend more time constructing poems and prose. I am a freelance photographer. I love taking photos and editing them too. Maybe I can make some friends on this site. Cheers.
The voices pierce my thoughts like lightening bolts
Filling what could be silence or ideas
Loneliness and need leave holes in my psyche
Though I'm alone, I'm still beside myself
My few friends are "acquaintencess"
Though I do love them dearly
The Spirit of God is so abiding
It makes me wake early
Eager to misister to the souls in hiding.
Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 5:04 PM UTC
Face it, we live short lives, don't wast it.
Encourage one another, and smile.
Bake a pie for a neighbor, and taste it.
Goodness becomes a habit after a while.
Changing thought patterns to better yourself
is a great practice
With goodness you can love and live with style.
Every man chooses how he marches in the parade of life
Practice goodness and I doubt you'll have much strife.
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 1:57 PM UTC
Noiselessly, the world has begun to defect.
From it chaos flows like blood trailing an abcess,
the poison itself long since passed.
Ash and flowering flame.
The sinking of an eyelid like a blue vault sleeplesness
sits with folded arms.
Peeling words from the walls,
This obsession runs deep untill the desire itself is broken and wasted.
The sistine eye , the twisting thigh.
If dead skin says nothing, than it cannot lie...
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 12:15 AM UTC
Laying awake, a wake, my wake. Won't let them take,
something I could never fake. A pretty melody I wouldn't
try to make. Every time I'm falling down, I fall to pieces, and
break.
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 3:03 PM UTC
Man, proud man.
Dressed in a little brief authority,
Most ignorant of what he is most assured,
His glassy essence, like an angry ape,
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
As make the angels weep.
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 2:52 PM UTC
Ignorance is no deterrent to the hardened journalist. Absurdity. Weirdness…
Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 9:55 PM UTC
I'm so tired of the things that I fear,
And so tired of the things that I "hear"
I've never seen the end so clear,
I'm getting tired.
I used to use my mind.
I used to wonder "why".
You generalize and tell me lies
That's not the way it ought to be.
Do you really want to deal with me?
So mad.
So mean.
And the pain, as always, remains unseen...
Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 7:22 PM UTC
Death is so final for only the living,
My soul is in flight because of God's giving!
Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 7:15 PM UTC
Your water's drying
Your life is in the cup
Your trees are dying
Your wildlife's locked up
You're in the zoo man...
How do you feel about it?
Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 8:57 PM UTC
Cuts that you bandage
Result in who you are now
Ignore the regret
Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 2:41 AM UTC