Closer in time,
Your heart is
Aching in your chest.
Fading lights
The stars wander
Out of the sky, just chance.
And inside
The warmth of
Just one more night.
From my lungs
I feel a tugging
Catching my breath.

In your sea, I am but a drop
Yet, you are my ocean.
On the field of love, I am but a rock
And you are the mountain.
I feel as sisyphus,
In love with his punishment-
But I've pushed too much.
This torture is redundant,
We get nowhere and feel as though
Further down the hill.
And yet, I love you as such
I would never cease pushing
Till my heart stops
And muscles grow still.
For what is love
To the stone heart?

Lovingly, to fall for Medusa
Onto my own sword.
For were I tasked to **** her
I should sooner forgo my life
So that she may have her own.
For I looked into the eyes of the Gorgon
With my last breath,
And when she spoke
It was clear she was no monster
But a disgraced goddess.
Never did I turn to stone.
As I lay lifeless, she wept
And offered her *****.
Every touch was like lightning,
Though I was the center of the storm;
She showed me kindness
The likes of I had never known before.
And when I was revived
I wept too.

My story hides what

I did, I'm ashamed of it --


it must be a crime.

Tears of moon…
A single drop to poison the ocean,
Alluring charms that drown many men.
Why must you veil yourself
Behind clouds?
Laying here with opened window,
The clouds swayed.
A pity, your words are too far away.

How would it be if something hideous was precious?

What if you find out now what was concealed then?


j.c.l.

As my heart kept losing over my brain,
I am rather more tempted to feign.
To act as if i do not feel much,
Though sometimes i long for your touch.

But be still, my dear.
Through time you'll finally hear.
For these words to which my lips are sealed,
Are feelings need not stay forever concealed.

Outside, facing forward,
Eyes glazed yet looking onward.
Hands move constantly,
We’ve lost ourselves emotionally.
Look onwards to a bar,
Lost myself in the backseat of a stranger’s car.

This height I reached through substances,
I was told to avoid.
Yet using them to comfort me,
To fill the empty void.
On the phone seeking empathy for strangers,
Yet finding instead a treasure trove of dangers.

Depression isn’t skin deep,
We are all waiting for something more.
More than the shadow that looms overheard,
More than this feeling that ties us to our bed.
More than snapchats,
The mess in our flat.
More than feeling hopeless,
Thinking maybe we should hope less.

People tell me that I’m fine,
It’s all in my head.
Yet sooner or later they will see,
The happy me is dead.
People tell me that you’re fine,
Yet inside you are dying,
Of an illness they refuse to see,
All because of what is said,
About seeing to believe.

A chemical imbalance has somehow unbalanced my feelings towards art,
This meadow of colour,
Was a thing to be admired,
But now a dying flower represents my heart.
A small mistake I used to see as a trip, a mistake, a fall.
Yet now a mistake make makes me question,
Am I good at anything at all?

Because Depression isn’t skin deep,
Our hearts are on the floor.
Before we face our final sleep,
We must find something more.
Depression isn’t skin deep,
Something we can ignore.
We’re chasing happiness,
Like lost sheep.
No this depression goes right to the core