^That is a really beautiful poem and I like the way you typed it out in that shape.
@feedthesoul: those are adorable. keep making them...they will probably sell really well around the holidays.
@Moreaux: I hope you make time for painting--you are really talented!
@herbavore: Thank you so very, very deeply indeed. You have made my day my friend. Some other efforts of mine, albeit all unfinished but I sure am glad I began these during my last sober stint so that I'm not starting off with a blank canvas (blank canvases frighten me these days what with the lack of motivation):
This should be written as:
"Lone the hours of Light and Nightmare
'Twixt the planes of Wake and Dream,
Blazing solemn midst the Astral
All creation came to Be."
Not merely for fact I feel it reads better but the meaning bares more accuracy - Wake and Dream seeming correctly described as planes of existence just like the Material/Physical and Astral/Metaphysical planes of being; states of consciousness. I'll correct it in my upcoming edit which is to include at the very least an additional stanza with high hopes for a third.
Rather than the unnecessary annoyance of a double post I'll edit this one to include further pieces instead. I dabble in almost every creative and artistic medium: my own musical project (entitled [vvytchfyndr] within which I play all the instruments and layer them over each other although its just in its infancy), painting in various mediums/charcoal/etching etc, designing clothing, jewelry, photography, interactive fiction and basically anything to busy myself and make me feel like I'm worth something - that someday someone will see that behind the pain of crippling depression there was competence...that I wasn't just lying in bed all day; that I was able. That I was capable. That I was of worth. Christ aliiive why am I talking of myself in the past tense as if I'm dead. Pardon me. I'll have to put a halt to that; depressing as hell considering I'm very much alive.
However in terms of Literature (the creation of which I see more as an aspiration as opposed to describing my prior efforts as anything other than attempts) I like to dabble not only in Poetry but Philosophy also, so i'll post some of that too and I'd love some feedback no matter how harsh as long as its constructive.
Also, more recently I've been sketching out the beginnings of some semi-autobiographical graphic novels based on true events/some of my own experiences at rock bottom, recovery, relapse and the current road to recovery following said relapse (not to mention that ache of self-loathing that comes with having let the self down after nearing three years of abstinence), along with all the raw and darkly interesting stories that manifest whilst living that
crap lifestyle...something positive
must come from all of that pain. you must manifest this positive outcome through an act of supreme Will, because unless you do it shall remain a period of life you have needlessly wasted - but it doesn't have to be like that. I'm so very thankful my mother read to me and encouraged me to read and paint and explore my creativity at such a
young age, lest I'd lack the means to communicate the lessons I've gained through the pain and suffering I experienced for all those years until I was finally ready to awaken from that opiated daze; that blurry slumber.
Needless to say I lapsed into something of a ramble here tonight, however I feel this is a good sign...I'm beginning to feel again. No longer numb, my emotions are resurfacing. I'm beginning to feel less like a parched vampire constantly on the brink of death and more human as the days dawn...writing somewhere other than my journals and interacting with regular people again...
Thank you for your time, friends. I hope this evening finds you well.