I know nothing
But it doesn't know me
I'm trapped in a room
Waiting to be set free

There are no windows
Yet also no walls
I'd walk beyond it
But then I'd fall

There's but one door
And it's behind me
Yet when I turn around
There's nothing to see

I'm trapped in here
With no bars or chain
But if I stay long enough
There might be some gain

Our anxious eyes fade,blue and calm
As I attentively close the door in our wake
You glow in darkness,
Smouldering inferno,
Eternal vertigo,
Holding a kiss until the cramping muscles
In our lips overpower and subdue us both,
Bite my heart,
Gnaw on my soul,
As I Shakespeareanly
Nail down your hands and
Pin your wrists,
Triumphant Crucifixion,
Your instant flushing cheeks,
Blushing with blood,
Brooding with ardour,
Warmth, warmth, warmth.

Jamie F. Nugent

Where I'd rather be is in my thought
Buried,covered yet breathing
Dead yet alive in my head
A land of wild imaginations
crazy fantasy
beautiful reality

I am better now.

One may argue
that this is simply code for “I am waiting for the next relapse”
but that isn’t true.

The future is right here
in my hands. The future is arriving,
and in this moment I have regained control of it,
and of the wonderful thing that is myself,
and my mind,
and my heart,
and my body.

And this, to me, means that there is hope,
and it exists,
and it is real,
and no matter how faintly—
*I can feel it.

There was a little girl that lived in a tree
She climbed up there so no one could see
She climbed up there so she could just be

She stayed up there so long she got leaves in her hair
She stayed up there so long she no longer cared

She didn't care about the mother missing her child
She didn't care about anything after awail

She was content up there in the sky
She was content up there and no one knew why

How long she stayed up there nobody knew
How long she stayed up there her feet like roots grew

She had stayed so long now she hadn't a choice
She had stayed so long now she no longer had a voice

Don't go looking for her she's no longer there
Don't go looking for her she no longer cares

She had become part of the tree
She had become part of it and no one could see
She had become part of it and now she could just be

That little girl up in the tree, use to be me

How ironic that the expectations they stack upon us only weigh us down,
like sacks of rocks upon our shoulders;
but we stand tall and refuse to be crushed underfoot—
These burdens will be our boulder.

Breathe in deep, remember this:
We are human beings;
even the first of our kind were at once evolving—
we were made for dreaming.