Friday 13 November 2015

Angie (ideas)

A tale of love, addiction and the afflictions that come about, tragedy & narcissism. The compelling and romantic story of Angie and Irvine. A fairy tale beginning that brings upon a road of self destruction and dangerous roads that ends in a harrowing turn of events. 
Ava the poet and the writer. Brave and mysterious Irvine. A photographer. Also deep in his thoughts and together they shared an over powering love for one another. Irvine would do anything for Angie. He was a talented criminal and together they were like Bonnie and Clyde. They would only use for a short time. To get through the bullshit. Some day they would live happily ever after.
But in this star crossed love story comes to tragedy. The tragedy that defeats such strong love. The tragedy of an over powering addiction. 


"The world has always been bewildering to me. And once I had found love and heroin, life seemed to glisten and the future seemed bright. Meeting Irvine and meeting heroin around the same time was surreal. It was an instant love. And everything seemed so perfect for once. They both came into my life super fast. High off love and high from heroin. Irvine was fearless. Brave. And I felt protected. Our days were with filled extravagant joy. I was able to escape to a place where I felt freedom, which became the essence of my world. My world which was no longer containing nothing but failure, but was complete.
Irvine was a talented master mind. I was his Bonnie and he was my Clyde. At first it was fun. But you know what they say. That cliche saying that goes" if you can quit you don't want too & once you want to quit you can't." You see as one would say "why can't you just quit?" As much as you promise yourself its only for awhile, giving up can be harder than dying. But it doesn't mean you're never trying. These were the fragments of my breaking life. Falling right before my very own eyes. The irony of what kills the pain can only bring more."Our love had been pure, and everything we had done together was with the best of our intentions. But the more we used, the more we destroyed our love. Our love was compelling but it was star crossed. With Irvine in my heart, and I in Irvine, this was the spawn of death."




"It was never about making anyones life worse. It was about making my own life better. The best I could ever be was when I was high. I thought that the feeling of this total bliss and escapism from the fact my life was going nowhere. An unsuccessful artist and writer. Whatever it was I wanted to be expressing the deepest parts of my mind that I was forever inside and never in the real world through creativity. Fame never appealed to me. Success, like any person, captivated my heart, my mind and my soul."  -

THE FIRST TIME
"The feeling of the world being so beautiful. I felt lazy at the same time. Lazy as in so calm I could stay there and not care forever.  Lazy where I could relax and let the world go by. I could watch the birds sing, the people around me go about their business, the grass that was green or the rain could fall from the sky. Whatever it was. I could watch. I could fly. I was so amazingly high. I was so high that some day I may never come back down.





Wednesday 3 June 2015

Manic - Depression eating away at my soul



Manic Depression eating my soul

"I am suffering more pain that one can endure
Please help me believe that there has to be a cure
I have somehow climbed inside the deepest part of mind
To the darkest place I could find
Is anybody out there? Is there anybody out there at all?
From upon my high horse, from grace I fall
I am back in this hole I was stuck in before
I know that there is nothing worse than bipolar’s who whine
But I promise that in this poem this will be my third last line
I just wanted the happiness promised, I gave away life, I miss being high
But for now I leave you with my sincerest goodbye."