Depression · Mental Health

Blue – Green Hair | Poems that Suck

It turns the bathwater
   chemical blue
reminding me of the 
   Mediterranean
and better days.

Of absorbing Vitamin D
  through 
my skin as a beautiful
  man
begged to worship at the
   temple
of my body.

 Where I felt
   alive
being carried on the
   waves
which rolled like a
  skilled 
lover's hips. 

This fiberglass tub
   is
a cheap, lifeless
  imitation
of that Middling Sea;

The blue stain
  ringing
the basin a reminder
  of that.
Depression · Mental Health · Spirituality

Episode | Poems that Suck

Time crawls during an episode,
 the days and nights extending
  before you; a vanishing horizon. 

You begin to take notice of little
 things; the exact rhythm of your heart,
  the way a water droplet holds light.

But mostly I sit in the stillness
 of apathy, stagnate as everything around
  me grows and changes while I molder. 

It's happened enough times for me
 to know that it's all a matter of time
  before it passes. 

So I sit, and smoke, and drink
  black coffee and wait until 
   the light returns.