Where has my mind been these past months? I've been ho-humming from the pit of my mental abyss. Here's another original poem from the depths of my depravity. Hash and rehash to show that we care As we

Source The voice and thoughts of depression and anxiety spin my mind into a horse blinded view of the world where every unconscious fear projects onto those around me. The mental torment of the abyssal

Source Can't stand on my feet repeating my negative creed Rumerating, culminating, giving life to a beast Pushing onto others my monster of grief Asking for advice and sucking them dry Smiles scowl down

Fuck the voices of anxiety Tearing up my sanity Saying there's no love for me Sayin' friends just put up with me Isolation's negativity You make me sick with depravity Like nostalgia's evil twin Telling

Many moons ago I made the decision to end my relationship with a girl that had seen me through the roughest parts of my life. It was difficult for me, but I eventually saw it for the better. An ode to

Emotion is the fuel of my fire. To get it out of my system is the desire. To write is to express. My pen and paper relieve my distress To cope I like to joke even rhyme and sing. Make a poem and hope it

If we could all just take a moment out of our lives look up at the sky and see the beauty of it all. To ignore the things that get us down in life for just a minute and relax in the radiating warmth of

I have serious trouble. My creativity has vanished and has not returned. What should I do? I was going to go for a walk. Maybe I don't have anything bugging me in life at the moment. I need some raw emotion

This will be the last poem ever written in the factory I work in, for I have quit the mind draining job. I have found a shop that wants to hire me on full time to fix the junk that rolls through their

Driving Me Crazy Prologue Chapter 1 Part 1 I felt the sting of a slap burning an imprint on my cheek. "Wake up sunshine." "God dammit!" I rolled to the side of my bed and swung my feet

Source Let me tell you all about a great tragedy in my life. I lost the best job of my life so far back in October due to a failed drug test. I know what some may say, "But Ace you're a psychonaut,

I wrote this piece as I was creating this writing. Poems have a wonderful way of expressing my pent up feelings for things. I also want to thank all the great people over at The Writer's Block for their

I had the chance to get to know one of my coworkers in the factory I work in. She also went to college and earned a bachelors degree. When we were young college was heavily pushed on us, we were told that

I tend to write more about my negative emotions because they're so powerful. Expressing them with words enables me clearly and accurately describe them and deal with it in a positive light. It has a way

What hurts the most is being put down by the ones you looked up to when you were young. This poem, rap, whatever you want to call it expresses a handful of feelings towards them. Not every single interaction

I woke up today and wanted to get some nature into my system, it's the best drug I've ever tried. Not wanting to go alone I woke my neighbor, @thewildmanlives, from a video game induced coma. We decided

My mom asked me what I wanted for Christmas, and I told her laundry detergent and some socks. This got me thinking about not getting what I wanted when I was a kid. I wish I could go back and wear a smile

Another original poem written with that oh so seductive percussive feel. steemit.com/poetry/@aceofthegrove/teachings-of-the-heart-ace-s-rhymes ► Listen on DSound ► Listen from source (IPFS)

Source The Millennial Shuffle I found out today I'm not the only one in this factory That got a higher education and a costly degree I did what they told me and I followed my heart Now I'm talking to you

Teachings of The Heart I tried to love the both of us, but it was put to a halt You pointed out that everything was always my fault The first to criticize made you seem like a fool Lookin' back now, I