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Its been a week of poor sleep. I feel as if my circadian rhythm got shifted. I go to bed, and wake up after three hours on average. This is not my usual self. It’s been months since I had an extended period of irregular sleep. It’s the stress. I’ve been dealing with situations since…
Hello, I’ve released a new spoken-word, 11 tracks EP in Spanish. It’s titled “Diferencial: Tuvo un Día Triste” (Differential: He had a sad day). This EP is composed of poems that I wrote, based on love and heartbreak with the point of view of someone who has a mental health condition. It deals with topics…
Mirrors I just crossed the line With graceful movements I saw the evil in my eyes In the mirror monuments Fear screamed from the mirror A fear I couldn’t believe A fear so mysterious A fear with no reason to be Walking forward, with no direction I immerse myself into dimensions Looking for answers, asking…
“Write hard and clear about what hurts.” ― Ernest Hemingway This quote has been inside my mind lately. Most of my writing is inspired by what’s hurting and confusing me. The struggles of trying to give meaning to what I can’t explain to someone in person. Explaining how I feel can be problematic. Sometimes, I…
I had an anxiety attack while getting ready for my internship. To be honest, I don’t know what triggered it, it just happened. I was doing well for several days. This episode served me as a reminder and a learning experience, too.
During the night I feel them Coming thirsty Eating my will and confidence A thousand hands Reaching to my mind Touching my fears Tempting with my life A voice speaking “Good night” Until I fall sleep Nightmares rising Waking alone Full of marks and scars Inside my thoughts I’m becoming An outsider of my own…
“I remember the blood on the walls. The painting on the wall, it was her, the maiden with the black dress. It was her gaze, her black eyes that looked at me. The red was everywhere. I can’t forget it. I was laying on the floor, anxious and paranoid. And then, I saw hell on…
This past Friday, October 12, was my anniversary. When darkness happened. When the first set of symptoms triggered. When darkness arrived. I was 16 years old. I still wonder why. The only worry I had is to get good grades. Making friends wasn’t necessarily a priority. I was a lonely guy. I didn’t mind. I preferred…
The day and night cycle. For some, days with anxiety feel longer, and for others nights can be unbearable. On the other hand, there’s good days where you wish wouldn’t end. Nights that were too short. Memories that are here to stay, for better or worse. And then, there’s this bittersweet feeling that anxiety will…
Suicide. This is, by far, as open as I can be about it online. My first attempt happened on 2011.
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