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Alexander Writes

Tag: Mental Illness

  • Feelings Equal Fears By Sammy Tharratt

    Feelings Equal Fears By Sammy Tharratt

    Hi there. I am Sammy Tharratt, I am 30 years old. I am the mother of the most perfect son in the whole world, he is my drive, the reason I get up every morning. I have been writing for a few years now and recently my poetry has been published into a book I…

  • Lost In My Darkness

    HOME is where the hurt is, so, sanity must be the illness, right? Memory is mere suicide of one’s mind. Captured by my past, my memories have me prisoner, remembrance is my murderer, too scared to let my thoughts out, locked down, forever. I’ve always been taught that minor minds cave, you’ll need miners to…

  • My Personal Storm

    My Personal Storm

    I crawl into the corner; the shadows are where I live now. I take the thin corners of the shady sheet and wrap myself in their warmth; this is how I grow in the darkness. All alone again. All coloured pills, a kaleidoscope of new hope. I can feel my heart beat, another one, another…

  • Dark Night Writers – Me & You

    As a writer I do believe in magic. But that may just be my medication (No… Stop laughing, I am on medication, dude.) But I ultimately love what words do for me and also what they can do for you. They can have you dreaming about one itsy-bitsy scene for hours or have you turn…

  • Sick And Tired – Poem

    I’m sick & tired of being poor, I’m sick & tired of being beaten-up and shown the floor, I’m sick & tired of not having enough food, I’m sick & tired for always asking for more, I’m sick & tired of all of these doctors’ meds, I’m sick & tired of these voices in my…

  • One Pill, Two Pill

    The time was CD’s, Eminem and infant internet. I am so sorry – to all of you! I lost myself and became so selfish in my search for normality, I just wanted to be like you so much I found a medication that could make me “Sane” But I would have lost my talent to…

  • Reasons Why We May Have Lost Our Minds

    Reasons Why We May Have Lost Our Minds

    Prolific, that’s my word for today. Your word is awesome, wear it proud. Maybe I have written so much I’ve got lost in all my word soup. I am going to be great, just watch me, dude, just watch me.  I want you to be on that journey with me, partners in crime, Thelma and…

  • Mental Illness Saved My Life

    So I’m crazy. The doctors drilled it into me, mom and dad wept for me, rest in peace. Brothers and sisters didn’t pick on me and friends stayed clear of me. Can you blame them? But we’re all a little crazy, the world is one big mental asylum and all the countries are personal padded…

  • Monster Of A Writer

    Monster Of A Writer

    I believe in my words as you do fairy-tales, one day a silver lining shall prevail over all of my darkness. But until then I shall cut clouds azure veins and make it rain blood-red, twirl underneath something so passionately beautiful, I need you to see what is inside of me; what I am capable…

  • Chaos And Freedom

    Tell me your nightmares, feed me your fears, come dance with the devil, drown in my tears. Sway in the spectrum prism prison; hallucinate with me within the breathtaking shades, we’ll be colour-blind together. We’re not here right now, they can’t see us. Caught in the rain, we’ll catch and miss, suffocating in misery, pillow…

  • An Evil Writer Kills With A Pen – Part 3

    I am a mere scab upon this world as the whole planet wants to pick on me. Beware world, this is my turn! When I straddle this pen, I can kill you with my mind. I would scribble this world as an ignited cherry-bomb to have revenge upon you and you alone. Why individually miss…

  • The Warship In Our Worship

    First off, there’s things about me, about my past I cannot tell you. Within this heartbeat I would open and give you my heartbeat. I already have all the words, it’s my job to put them in order, us I love. You see my riddled eyes focusing in on my conundrum thoughts. Is this my…

  • The Voice Inside

    Help me; I am trapped behind the eyes of a weak man. If I wasn’t tied up and made to witness the humiliation and beatings this body takes, I could conquer all. I am the evil you are waiting for; I am the choke of a lodged chicken bone in your throat, I have never…

  • Medicine Time, My World Is Sick

    The walls are closing in on me, time to expand my mind again; my last defence against the grim pace of life. I have finally put the knife down and picked up a pen and a handful of pills, cracking open my skull and throwing my brains at the paper, so this world can call…

  • I Can’t Sleep

    I’m bringing the straightjacket back into fashion; I am a radical mind-moulding designer. No longer shall I solitary confine my emotions or sedate my madness, I will scream my demons throughout this night and keep the world awake. My warped mind is set for warp speed, there is no doctor out there who can talk…

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    Love In The Time Of Mental Illness

    They made me so I couldn’t love you and love within the innocent moment is the ultimate destroyer. I have been created for the purposes for a few; for their jobs to flourish when they jab in the meds, or the punching bag from the loved ones who are having a bad-day, or even the…

  • The Serial Killer – Part 2

    HOLLYWOOD IN FLAMES – The Serial Killer Part 2 – Hollywood in Flames. I kill and mangle insides without a second thought, but I love Grace more than life itself. I do wonder sometimes while she is within my arms if she will ever amount to being a monster like her mother. “Mommy’s going to…

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    Still Here

    I am still here. I’ve been busy working on my new novel. Sorry I had to disappear on everyone. I will keep you posted. Thanks for all the love. Drop me a message and I will reply. Be good to one another and I will see you all soon. Love you all! Alex

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    Saved By An Angel – Part 2 – Fallen

    Saved By An Angel – Part Two As people shoulder straight through Jack, he seems unmoved by their barge, walking side by side with me. Crowds of people are herding either towards school or work, the whole sidewalk is ram-packed. “Okay, time for a game changer, Natalie. What I am planning to do is to…

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    Love Madness

    A storm just for me ripples the very skies; rain-veins on the windows as my candle burns with a hiss. I just killed a man, not a man but myself. My sanity has gone forever and all that this world is left with is the condition. From the clouds their improper faces which glare at…

  • What Type Of Writer?

    For my Writing Friends I stand now; I stand a man with no future as of yet, twiddled by his past and troubled by his condition but still I stand toe to toe – nose to nose with this epic-fail named my life. Yes it may have a detrimental state on my being but in life’s…

  • This Pen Is A Monster, It’s The Only One That Gets Me

    This pen is a monster; it’s the only one that gets me! I’m coming for it all, one last stand on every piece of paper, crumple it up and use them as bombs or make myself paper aeroplanes. Extremists, Haha! Please… I’m an extreme extremist; I eat terrorists as if they were bubble-gum, see what…

  • Wordless

    I treasure my secrets so this world cannot find me. An Xmarks the spot; this is why I write when I am cross. I will wait here for you, I will always be here. Keep digging the dirt from on top of me; you will never uncover my truth. Set sail for a better life, towards…

  • This Is The Look You Give When People Are Talking And All You Want To Do Is Write!

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    The Rambling’s Of An Unsuccessful Writer

    Please read it all, it will make sense at the end – Thank you. Writing is my religion, paper is my temple; now kneel before my God, pen! Your words are senseless, copy – copy – copy – copy. The rules of this writing game, is to take what others have done and rewrite it;…

  • The Worst Writer In The World

    That would be me… The Worst Writer in the World The world hatched and gave birth to me, silver linings are traced over with bad-luck; I’m mad as fuck, not even military precision prayers could save this mutant of the pen. A pill in my mouth, a bee in my bonnet, high as the clouds,…

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    What Did I Just Write? What Was I Thinking?

    The jags from their stares wrench and echo beyond my eyes, their eyes are now chock-a-block with a monster. I invert my own look towards a daydream away from this pit of despair I helped dig for them. Hands clenched within my pockets, they will never know how close they had come to a detrimental dental…

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    Who Am I?

    I’m a walking nightmare, my hands around my own throat, can’t shake awake! I’m dying to write dynamic dynamite; writing is my form of dialysis, I need all the badness out. A mental state of emergence has now been issued to you, personally. This is no jocularity; I mean this all the way down to…

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    If A Writer Doesn’t Write Does That Mean They’re Not Writers?

    Thrashing around in agony, I am an injured run-over animal; slumped in this gutter dying. Internally bleeding for eternity, defensiveness is my primitive art. Keep your distance, my disease may spread and you may contract my illness, being broken. My heart is still in this race for life and when I drive down whoever was…

  • Writing This Fear Out

    I’m overdosing on madness, this is my design. Stop me before my thoughts make this pen kill again. I’m hiding under my own bed waiting for myself to wake up, monsters lie here. I and the evilness I possess have a tryst and our relationship is based on volatile trust and bad words such as…