Autumn Mental Illness Poems

They say a lifetime is a year
But I've lived through may seasons
Winters so harsh and lonely
That I can not breath.
Pursued by shards of ice at...

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In the autumn's overflow,
my mug spills over as 
leaves cascade like
torrential Monsoon downpours.

My thoughts,
like a loaded barrel
lodged down my throat,
hold my mind hostage.

Stillness halts my...

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Excerpt by : Kahlil Gibran 
And in the summer heat the reapers say, "We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw...

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II

I am writing this segment in free-form poetry. Structureless rhyme schemes.  

I think lost myself again.
my thoughts spiral.
in the whirlpools of my mind
might seem...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Homelessness

He sits hunched over like an old man, 
Hood pulled over half his face,
On the cold pavement by the door 
Of the busy local grocery...

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Life
Can be a comedy
Or a tragedy
Whatever way you see it
Feeling sick
Is it gonna be an annual event
Every autumn?
Seems like everything has been
Only tricks
And no treats
Tied...

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All hallows eve festooned, spooked sight,
tricked out ghostly haunted house fright
especially 'pon dark and stormy night
courtesy creation gnarled skeletal hands
iron grip strength steely bewitched might
fashioned...

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succumb to evil
darkness will morph my lost soul
poisoning my tongue...

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Frost 


Darkness casts a shadow upon her heart 
Tears fill her eyes 
Autumn leaves fall
Her feet sweeps the ground

A graveyard of wilted flowers
Covered in icy...

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She feels fake, a skilled adult impostor
constantly fostering a false decorum.
Her life stirs in seasons of autumn
but her grown-up has yet to blossom.



Line Gauthier /...

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October (a bad case of timing)


A bad case of timing
coffee and sleep
pills and nightmares
from the deep

And drowning in my head,
the watermark
a tide of dreams undreamed
lost...

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Butterflies cluster where nerve endings shift
 In regions where the mind aimlessly drifts
 They will never fly again,..
 In perpetual autumn they remain

 There is...

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She is opaque, at best she is vague,
living in a state of robotic floating.
She wonders if she could borrow emotion
from those whose moods are overflowing.

She...

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