Calling Out

Calling out.
Out to the world,
That’s left me so cold.

Gave a glimpse of light.
To just rip my soul from my body.
To hurt me.
Break me.
As I tried.
I tried.
Tried to cope.

Tried to hold on,
And not to lose all I had.
But where am I left.

Either road to walk.
Only ends in pain.

Always ends in pain.
A place of loss.
Loss in the world.
Loss in life.

A continued game.
How much can be lost and lost,
Until nothing’s left.
How much can the soul take.

Watching the beauty fade from the world.
Watching life die, before your eyes.

But this is the way it goes.

Loss of the world.
Death of it all.
Sadness gripping.
Demons to return.
Ending coming.

Sadness gripping.

Watching your soul die,
Before your very eyes.

But you can’t cry anymore.
You’ve lost so much before.
You’ve got no tears to shed.

Got nothing left.

But that’s the way life goes.

Left in dust.

Losing it all,
Before your eyes.
The impossible decision.
The deadly loss.
Silent in its torture.

Sadness in its essence.

The broken lives lost.
The broken way,
The broken past.

Leading to a fractured present.

Leading to this end.
The sadness.
The pain.
The hurt.

Oh how it hurts so.
This emptiness.

Just going to watch it die.

As the body gives in.
As the mind starts to.
But that’s life.
Loss too great.

But what can be done?
What can be?

As the soul breaks.
Willpower loses.

Nothing left.

Forging the Pain

Forged from the pain, in the fires of Hell,
Comes my soul,
To break free,
As something new.
Forged in fire,
To find beauty in the world.
To find peace and goodness,
To give kindness and empathy,
For when the world seems cold.

I choose to stand.

From all the fire,
I have come to see.
To be.

My own soul and mind,
Broken and ripped apart,
Only to be forged back into place,
Stronger,
Scarred, but stronger for all that pain.

But this is where the story can all too often stop.
At those scars,
But with goodness to find,
A reason, aim.

To look and feel,
Grasp at beauty,
To cling to kindness and goodness,
My sword and shield.

As I choose,
To walk and bare those flames.
I choose.
Willingly,
To plunge my hand,
Consumed by flame.

To make,
To feel,
To be.

To try to be.


Writing this, thinking about me, my past, my present, future and photography. A way for me, to forge the pain, into something beautiful, peaceful, an encapsulation of me, and an extension of me.

Forging pain with photography into something nicer.

I Have The Memories

I have the memories,
The times past,
Times left in the balance.

Memories of a time.
Memories that no one can take,
That nothing can erase.

Of the times past.
From my past,
Memories that live on,
In the confines of my mind.

Pleasant memories,
Memories of kindness and care.
That I can hold on to,
Even as time fades.
Into the past,
Yet I remember clear,
Unlike any others,
Unlike other times.

But I remember,
Those times fondly.
At least these,
I have to keep.
Have these to remember and hold.

But these are mine.
Mine to keep.
Remember the changes,
How far I’ve come.

How far I’ve grown,
I’ve had to,
How care continues.
I haven’t,
Been hardened by a world so cold.
But fought to keep the flame burning bright.
To keep true.
To keep true to myself,
To knowing, to me.

To be all I can be.
To just be.


This poem is reminiscent, of an old one I wrote, many years before this blog, one that got published. I’ve grown a lot since I wrote that old one. It was a poem about memories, keeping them, no one changing or taking them.

Take Your Pain

What I’d give, to take your pain.
To take your pain,
How I see, how I feel.
Your pain, as my own.

Pain, I know all too well.
I’ve seen and lived.
Pain that’d broken me.
Over and over again.
Seeing it, once again.

It’s a pain.
A pain I know.
One I’d take again.
To release from it.

I write, to question.
To ponder.
To say, I would do this,
I wish to take that pain.

Watching it,
Pains me.
Seeing it,
Haunts me again.

To see,
When the soul breaks down,
It breaks apart.

I am sorry.

I wish I could.

I want to do so.
Take the pain,
Save another.
Pain I have become so accustomed,
Even now,
I cannot distinguish pain from its lack.

But I fight,
Knowing who I am,
Who I want be.
And I,
I will,
Fight my demons,
And beat them.
To help you.
To help you with yours.
That’s.
A battle.
I can fight.
I can win against my demons.
Filled with strength and meaning.

I can fight and win my demons.
To find my best self.
My true self, meaning.

But I try.
Seeing the pain.

But.
You try.
To hide your pain,
Knowing mine.
But we cannot hide from our own past,
Our trials.
No matter how we try.

So I have come to find.
All we can do.
Is try to face them.
See them,
Embrace and throw them.
Aside.
In a fight,
Everyday.

But that’s it.

So I try.
Again and again.
In an endless fight.
But I care.
More than I want to admit.
More than I want to see,
But even I can’t hide from that.
And I don’t think I want to,
Even if I could.

My Escape

My escape,
From my fate,
From my life,
From being and not knowing,
From the fears and the worries.

Living a life that is not my own,
Living a life that I cannot know.
That I fear and worry about.

I’m lost.
I can’t find my way out.
I cannot find.
Cannot be.
I am worried.
Not knowing a way out,
Finding my way out,
I know,
And that’s what worries me.
Knowing my mind so well.

Knowing it and the path.
Worried about what will be.

And I can just sit and cry,
Thinking, feelig pain.

Missing my every thought as the pain swells inside.

Losing my mind,
My feelings and my will.

I can just sit still.
To ponder,
To sit and wait.
To cry and despair.

But this feeling,
One I know all too well.

It kills me inside.
Breaks me apart.
Throws me off.

Throws me out and apart.
Breaks me.
Makes me. Break myself.
Break my mind apart.
Sit and rip into my soul.

But.
I’m used to this feeling,
Used to this time.
Used to how it feels,
To rip into your own soul, mind, and heart,
To pull it out and rip it from unto your own body.
One that does not feel your own.

One that is alien to the touch,
Alien to the feel.
But you can only stand and watch.
As the actions take out.
Make their ways,
And all you can do is watch.
Having and losing the escape you try to hold dear.


Good day, feeling mixed now, thinking and overthinking. Going to visit home, has been a needed escape. I love it in Brighton, but cannot really face going back, worried, apprehensive. I can’t wait to go back, planned to, but also don’t want to. It’s too soon. I’ve never really questioned my decision to move away from home as I am now. But now I am. I can’t help. But feel sad, not for going back, or leaving home. Just deep sadness within myself, not knowing what I think or feel. What I want or can do.

Have to Keep Hold

Have to keep hold,
To stay strong,
To remember being,
Remember its worth.

The feeling,
To hold,
Onto life.
To stay,
To keep strong.
As the song goes on.

The body may tire,
But I’ve been there;
Living without worth,
Without hope,
Without reason.

But I’ve found,
Something.

Out of nowhere.

So I must hold strong,
To keep hold.

To keep on and on,
To keep trying and fighting for every breath.

Even as it may grow difficult,
May grow hard.
May rip you apart from the inside.

But you must try,
Try to keep true,
To stay strong,
To keep strong,
To remain true,
To yourself and everything.

The alternative is despair.
A path I have walked down, A path I choose to try,
To not walk again.

A path. I choose. To not walk again.

It’s way to easy,
To slip down,
Into the hole.
But I’ll try.
Keeping true to my goal,
To help, love and care,
To maybe keep my path,
My personal path.

A path of care,
I’ll try.

But it’s all to easy,
To slip and fall.
Remembering why.


Been good going home, been mixed for a large number of reasons, I’ve needed this, I’ve missed home more than the almost 5 years I’ve been away.

Been exhausted and low, low and unsure, I’ve needed the break, the time away to collect and soul-search. For my own mental health. Which has been pulling me apart recently, even if I haven’t seen it. It still does, and still will when I go back. But I’ve had a bit of distraction, bit of break.

Lots is still uncertain and in the air. But all I can do is try.

Finality

Finality,
The end,
It goes and comes,
The times and they stop.
I know and have made my peace.
Made my peace, knowing my own mind.
Knowing I’ve tried.

Been the best person I can, with all my flaws and mistakes.

But to let go.
To say goodbye.
I know.

I’m content,
The calm at the end,
After the storm has passed.

I know.
I see you.
I know.
I’m sorry.

But I know.

It’s okay.
It really is.
One present, one goodbye.
I don’t want.
But have come to terms,
With this state of finality.
An end gesture of care.
I always care.

I know me,
I know who I am,
And I will always care.
But it’s okay.

I’ve come to terms.

The finalty of it all.

Changed Me.

Changed me.
I’m a changed man.
How the feelings rush in, the good,
Fighting anxieties and worries,
Making me feel whole and found.
Changing me to seek change.
To be better and better,
To stretch and fly.

Oh, how it changed.
How I’m changed.

Listening to that song,
The one that only reminds me of you.

Always grateful,
Always remembering,
How you came in and shook up my life.
To show me,
To show me, how to show myself living.
To find, be, care and move towards life.


Feeling much better, now chatting again. Loving life, living life, wanting to be better for myself. To find and be. me.

Empathy And Care

It cuts deep,
It rages strong,
It cuts me to the core.

But it makes me who I am.
It is who I am.

I do what I did.
Out of care.
With no regrets for doing just that.
I’d do it again,
Even if it cuts deep.
That’s what you do for caring,
For loving.

To take away the pain.
Just to be, to live,
I’ll bare the world’s pains.
If it’d make you smile for a second.
It would make the pain of the world worth it to bear.

It would.

It just would.

It would.

Taking my stand,
Knowing my choice,
And why,
Even if I regret,
I won’t forget.
I don’t regret my reason,
My care.
I would do it again.
If it would help,
For just a second,
It would.

I would walk to Hell,
Step into the flames.
And bare the pain.

As I would know why.
I would see,
The care,
I feel,
And it would keep me.
It would keep me going.

I would see.
And it would free me.

I have chosen,
To take the step.
To take that step.
I have walked the flames.

Chosen to walk away,
Leaving behind my heart,
Leaving it out,
To take the step.
And it hurts,
But it’s worth it.