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Jan 2019 · 213
High Coup #12
Rowan S Jan 2019
Get out of the way
Self judgement coming through here
Creation blocker
Jan 2019 · 436
High Coup #11
Rowan S Jan 2019
The brown liquor creeps
Into the gray crevices
Rye whiskey, you win
Again, here is an old one. Self medication left me in progressively darker and deeper holes. My life is by no means perfect after almost a year and a half of sobriety;

But at least I don't let my problems masquerade as solutions anymore.
Jan 2019 · 214
Bad Gratitude
Rowan S Jan 2019
Ungrateful
Garbled and gassed up gall
Finding flaws for free
I need
To find
Strength
In
The little things
Generally, if I am a more grateful person, mentally I am at peace. When I start finding things to be upset over I typically have little to no gratitude for the good things in my life.
Jan 2019 · 225
(duct tape)
Rowan S Jan 2019
Time
Can't Stop
My Racing Thoughts
About Your Curved Lines
Our Tragic End
My Brain
Clings
So
I'll Rip
Those Sultry Memories
Off My Aching Mind
In The Pursuit
Of My
Peace
Jan 2019 · 175
High Coup #10
Rowan S Jan 2019
I'm an idiot
Open my mouth, remove doubt
God f*cking **** it
My foot should really start paying rent to my mouth.
Jan 2019 · 299
A Looming Pall
Rowan S Jan 2019
When the smoke hits my eyes
Eyes then close
I left long before I last saw you
And your siren memory calls to me
A beckoning to a reckoning
Of
No closure
Smoke billows and stings
Like the memories of what never happened
Memories of maps you drew
Guiding me to my next destination
But
I forgot where I had been
I regret my lack of sight
Perhaps the smoke was in my eyes
Perhaps
That is why
Jan 2019 · 199
High Coup #9
Rowan S Jan 2019
Being open blows
Blah blah, talking, feelings, blah
Verbal vom session
On the topic of therapy.
Jan 2019 · 130
numb
Rowan S Jan 2019
If there is a thin line
Between love and hate
There must be a thick one as well
And on that uncaring hill
I built my tower for you
Jan 2019 · 221
High Coup #8
Rowan S Jan 2019
I'll take all the looks
The cold, penetrating stares
I guess you're angry
Jan 2019 · 199
Some Are More
Rowan S Jan 2019
Some are more wild
The will to fight life and its control
Some are more beautiful
To others' eyes
To others' desires
Some are more wounded
Carrying past penetrating pain
Pulling powerfully, preventing prayer
Some are more watchful
Gazing so intensely
Their own life is rooted on patches of blind earth
Some are more
Than life
Than love
Some are more
Some are more...
Jan 2019 · 151
(wine)
Rowan S Jan 2019
The sweet wine
Passed
Your lips to mine
Breathe
You into me
The wild fire
Called
Our passion
Salted skin
Quickened pulse
Heavy breath
Curved flesh
With
Two
Heart
Beats
Jan 2019 · 255
High Coup #7
Rowan S Jan 2019
My fast racing mind
Unbridled zeal for the past
To fix far gone acts
Jan 2019 · 260
Wheel
Rowan S Jan 2019
I need some space
I need some help
I need to put
Thoughts on the shelf
They circle round
My ferris wheel
Dark memories
And fear I feel
Jan 2019 · 152
The Beach
Rowan S Jan 2019
The azure horizon
Stretching, grasping at infinity
Sings some song of promise
A welcome melody to the
Ancient aches
And creaking
Of my soul
With damp grit to guide me
And
The waves' whispers of hope
Jan 2019 · 218
High Coup #6
Rowan S Jan 2019
Taking my deep breaths
Inhale, exhale, in a square
Pulse slows, patience comes
Square breathing works wonders for me. Better than only taking deep breaths because it gives me a focus to put on my breathing patterns.
Jan 2019 · 230
Mudslide
Rowan S Jan 2019
My mind is like mud
   slow, sliding down
      a
         H
               I
                     L
                           L

I feel like
      my brain
and all the
      canyons
are being filled
      with

   memories
I
don't
want
Jan 2019 · 320
(anger)
Rowan S Jan 2019
Chairs and tables deserve to be
Wrecked
This silent scream
Piercing my brain
Causing mental destruction
Drives my craving to
Mirror this rampage
In the tangible world
Shaking hands that might
Break
Before
Hardened
Wood
and
Plastic
Another old one about the "hijacker in my brain". I never acted on any of these physically destructive urges, but good god were they in my head at times.
Rowan S Jan 2019
Every noise slithers 'cross
My ear drums with
The cool slickness of a
Sandpaper serpent
My skin pulled tight
'Cross my raw nerves
Nerves
Stretched stiff as a drum skin
Upon which beats this
Percussive tattoo of wild instinct
I clamp my eyes, vice-like
"Please let me wake"
But no
In this misty dream realm
I remain tethered, chained
Stuck in a sarcophagus
               of
Strangled Silence
Waking from a night terror, half in, half out of sleep. Never sure which is reality.
Jan 2019 · 166
Perspective
Rowan S Jan 2019
Much like the stars
My light from the past
Is only now reaching me
I'm at peace with my past.
Jan 2019 · 228
High Coup #5
Rowan S Jan 2019
I want to change me
Too bad I'm a piece of sh*t
My brain tells me this
*using asterisks because apparently the "normal settings" won't allow profanity in your feed unless you change it in your settings*
Jan 2019 · 288
Unhealthy Therapy
Rowan S Jan 2019
Just a glance paints a picture
Images of some other era
Non-existent ideas
That maybe laughed, wept
Danced
Steam rising from slick skin
The starlight illuminating us
Perhaps we found unexplored places
Dined on fabulous food
Lived
Fought
Loved
But.
Here we are
In this circle of broken people
So just a glance
Lets me imagine
Occasionally you write about random people you are in group therapy with, because you still aren't ready to actually deal with your own problems.

I don't really feel this hopeless romanticism anymore, but I started my page with the intention of posting the old with the new as well.
Jan 2019 · 310
Twist
Rowan S Jan 2019
When those tired sad songs
Twist to melodies of love
That's when you know
You're in trouble
Wrote this more about brief moments of infatuation distracting you from a previous heart break, rather than about finding another love.

One love will never replace another.
Jan 2019 · 195
A Codependant Coat
Rowan S Jan 2019
Swinging from this place, I never thought I'd leave
I craved the welcome comfort, that sense of purpose
There was no end in sight, who else did you have?
But one day, I saw you look at me. With no need.
You had no want, for me to keep you warm
With all my patches and holes, I couldn't help anyone
But I didn't see that. How could I?
So now I hang here, silent
And no one needs me now
A codependant coat
Jan 2019 · 414
High Coup #4
Rowan S Jan 2019
In a new place now
One last chance to start over
Breathe deep, you got this
After living in 4 states in the last 3 years, I can say with a doubt:

A geographic change could not help me run away from my problems, especially because most of them both internal and external were caused by none other than me.

I carried my issues with me like unnecessary carry on bags across every one of those state lines. I wrote this a day into my most recent state, and the only reason my life has been any different was I finally gave into the idea that enough was enough and I needed to change.
Jan 2019 · 222
In My Wake
Rowan S Jan 2019
I've always thought
        myself a ship
With all others
        caught in my wake
My life, a black hole
        a gaping vortex
There is no hope of escape
        
And I the captain
        drunk at the wheel
There might as well
        be icebergs
I hope to god
        this journey ends
I'm tired of the wreckage
Jan 2019 · 101
Music Knows
Rowan S Jan 2019
Music knows me.
Knows my struggles and victories
My passions and prospects, promising
Music knows me
Understands the lies I hide in a cyclical shell game
As I try to hustle life
My attempted con on the universe
Because fear is perpetual these days
And I must escape life's lidless gaze
Penetrative exposure of deception
Because life is played out in music
I can fake a tune
Can fake an answer to,
"How are you doing today?"
But music knows me
Knows I have nothing

                 -i'm fine
Jan 2019 · 143
Sweet
Rowan S Jan 2019
I interpret your every move
Twitch your eyes and
Speak volumes
Smile and tilt your head back
Laugh with a honeyed tongue
A tongue to taste
A tongue to bite
Jan 2019 · 506
Welcome to my Brain
Rowan S Jan 2019
All the hijacker does is scream
And it is enough.
Blisters burn the brain until
A rancid tinnitus
Washes through my canyons, flooding everything
Total destruction
A later me may find small shells
Evidence that at some point
I lived
I fought
I existed
But for now, I go the way of the dinosaurs
The hijacker is a "character" that makes appearances in several of my poems regarding my panic attacks and anxiety.
Jan 2019 · 131
Anger Observed
Rowan S Jan 2019
You scribble, frantic
Your pen, a fragment of the ship
Torn from the wreck
Floating for survival
Clinging to escape the
Angry Seas
Burning Cold
Stinging Salt
Your hand furiously slides
'Cross the page, venting your
Pain
and
Rage
Squeeze those eyes shut
And pray to the gods
For land
For a reprieve
Jan 2019 · 176
High Coup #3
Rowan S Jan 2019
Should I stay or go?
What I want and need aren't clear
Someone help me please
Indecision, at times, has been the bane of my existence. On matters small and large.
Jan 2019 · 383
Oblivion's Kindness
Rowan S Jan 2019
Creeping guilt
Haunting shame
Liquid burn
Checking out now
When my mind won't slow
Distilled rye
Filling the gray canyons, the crevices
Pulsing, swimming fire
Hopes that this poison
This pleasure
Will scorch
And end
This madness
Old poem. I used to drink for many reasons, but ultimately, it was always me searching for oblivion.
Jan 2019 · 175
Old Whispers
Rowan S Jan 2019
She twists my name
In a welcome greeting
The lilt, a pleasant change
To an oft' heard word
And when my thoughts
Boil and steam my being
That crooked name
She calls out
And reels me back to sanity
Jan 2019 · 232
High Coup #2
Rowan S Jan 2019
Little by little
I will reclaim all the songs
That bring you to mind
Musical re-association is hard.
Jan 2019 · 273
Match Me
Rowan S Jan 2019
Match me in fire
Match me in pain
And if my heart stops
Bring me back
Let's change where we've been
What we've been
Us
To roam and find that all along what we both sought
Was present in the mirror of the other
The same, but completing
Match me
Match me in desire
To hide away in the church of Shakespeare's beast
A sanctuary of naked truth
Unclothed worship
Amen and Hallelujah
Private Bacchanalia
To praise us
Match me
Match me
Save this soul
Jan 2019 · 292
20/20
Rowan S Jan 2019
I'd like to say
If I'd have stayed
I wouldn't be here now
But truthfully
Inquiring
Will only sink me down
Pass memories
That mock and tease
Ulysses' siren song
The jagged rocks
Seductive talks
Carry my soul along
Jan 2019 · 187
S l o w
Rowan S Jan 2019
Take life
              s l o w

Move like thickened molasses
I slip step by step
'cross the thinned ice
Testing for the cracks
Gaping holes that lead
To my icy end
This slouching snail'd pace
Comes from past life
My bones still chilled
From former submersion

Take life
              s l o w
Jan 2019 · 315
High Coup #1
Rowan S Jan 2019
What is this self will?
Ignorance at its finest
Digging my heels in
Ignore the pretentious spelling of haiku (it is how I've always titled them in my journals), and enjoy the first of my haikus, which can range from irreverent and carefree to serious and introspective.
Rowan S Jan 2019
****, ****, ****, ****
Fuzz through the brain
Zapping pain
Through icy passages of panic
Swell, flow, overflowing
With pain, doubt, hate, anger
****
Breathe in, Breathe out
Think about the seat
The air, it's cold
My ears ring
Count from 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...
Walls are getting closer, life squeezes
God's cruel fist crushes
Air from my lungs
Thoughts from my brain
LET ME ******* GO
Why am I so broken and insane sometimes?
The ocean draws near in my ears
The shore creeps close, the tide stalks through my canals
Air, water, rushing, getting louder
Pounding, ******* pounding

Someone save me please.
                
                                -the claustrophobic mind
I handle my panic attacks at times by riding the emotions and using writing as a grounding technique. My pen as a conduit to root myself to where I physically am, and not where my mind takes me.

This is from roughly 2 years ago, and I have made so much progress in regards to my mental health management. I rarely, if ever, have panic attacks these days, but I will always remember how it feels to have the walls shrink in your mind.
Jan 2019 · 416
Magnetism
Rowan S Jan 2019
As a paper clip
I've tried to avoid your magnetic pull
Your gentle pull
Flexing me free from my
Long established boundaries
Coaxing me
To break
Free
And now
You softly draw me into your orbit
Undeniable attraction
You are slowly teaching me
I am more
Than my
Hardened
Metal
Curves

— The End —