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Posts archive for: October, 2007
  • Undeployed

    Unemployed days in Sheffield

    Too old and too educated
    I flop onto the sandy bed
    rejected by the sea

    Going to Netto for cheap beans
    and eggs
    A reliable act

    The crazies haunt the streets
    like the screaming sunlight
    Unfettered by window and shape

    The crazies greet me,
    Asking for pennies.
    The 'Penny for the Guy' child
    relentless in request
    Of pennies
    Ashamed
    'Don't you have a job?'
    Autumn is here

    Once in, every now and then
    I stare into the receiver
    I want it to ring, bearing good news.

    I phone them up
    The job people, the agencies
    Where have you been
    What do you want
    What can you do
    Why are you old
    Why are you calling

    I must get a job to escape this hell
    The child will keep asking me for pennies
    The crazies too
    I don't want to be
    Amongst them
    Another day

    I look into the mirror and grin

  • SAD

    I sit in my room waiting for my body
    to request.
    I wait
    If my body is hungry - I take it to feed.
    Then my body is thirsty - so I take it to drink
    Then it asks to be rested - I lie down.
    After a while, it requests to piss - I piss.
    And then to shit.
    Then I wait.
    Eventually it asks to come - I masturbate and come.

    My body starts to feel aggitated.
    It requires movement, it's energies swirling about, asking for release.
    I'm not sure how best to satisfy this, but I take it running.
    Although, while we are running, I definitely feel bored.
    I reconcile this thought with the needs of the body.
    The body comes first, I tell myself.

    It feels strange to have my mind interject with its opinions
    Boredom.
    I instantly want to obey this boredom and give up the running.
    But I am learning to differentiate.
    It is a request of the mind, not the body.
    The body comes first.

    This mind is unruly and unhelpful.
    During the day, it makes few requests, other than to follow the body.
    It talks too much. It rabbits incoherently, sometimes for a long time.
     It starts to hanker for interactions with others.
    This transmutes into a physical ache,
    So, I find someone for it to talk to, and it comes out through my mouth

    When the conversation is over I feel, physically, satisfied.
    As a result of these conversations, I often feel a physical excitation.
    This is pleasant but it's come from these others.
    The need to piss, shit, wank, rest, eat,
    Doesn't come from anywhere else but inside.
    These external influences are unusual.

    I sit blankly often.
    Waiting.
    I sometimes think, abstractly, 'what would i like to do?'
    Can't really put this into any kind of action though.
    Doesn't really make sense.
    I hear of these people who 'like' to do things,
    Who have a passion for actions and behaviours.
    I just do as I'm told.
    If I keep my body happy, my mind does not get too aggitated.

    Sometimes when I speak to other people, I get very excited.
    Sometimes I feel an intense warmth and happiness.
    I sometimes even want to press my body against theirs in affection
    My body asks for this as a result of the verbal and mental interaction.
    I've decided not to show my body too many things
    Other wise it will drag me about in an excited frenzy
    And I will feel completely lost.

    (this is an attempt to try and define depression when I am at my lowest)

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