Please Start Making Sense is a collection of 35 poems about the chaos and confusion of existence, from family, friendship, anger, our tendency to look for signs, and where we draw the line between our animal instincts and our human identity when frustrations with the modern world keep building up; the anger, the frustration, the pent-up animal in its cage in the back of your mind, can all of it please start making sense?
Preview - Poem 16, Gentle Work:
Gentle means restraint,
Means holding back,
Protecting something weaker,
There is holy in that,
Gentle to me is at your mercy,
Even if I don't want to be,
Sometimes we exist because we're allowed to be,
By bigger beings, universal symphony,
Everything in my world as its meant to be,
And gently, night and sun,
Rotate, tide-locked, bright-loved,
All because they are gently whispered about,
By the human mothers of Earth,
Becoming symbols of our worth,
And the best kind of gentle work.
Tired of trying to be everything. Trying to be perfect. Wrong paths and wrong people and missed opportunities. Am I letting my mental illness take over my life?
A look into the mind of a BPD, Anxiety ridden woman. With no identity but her Panic.
With my ways it's hard to keep down anything healthy, relationships that don't last but stay with me like my own personal demons. And evil around the corner you'd never see coming. The pain changes you. Trauma changes you. It strips you away from yourself.
BPD strips away your identity sometimes I guess this is my way of finding myself again, through writing and reflecting and realizing it is okay to be hurting.
This book will include poetry and scenes and think pieces. It will be vulnerable. It will be raw. It will remind you of your own loss.
- "She." Xx🥀xX