Let’s talk about/post our wips! It could be visual art, writing, however you artistically express yourself.
I’m currently working on two original projects, one of which is still in the world building stage and the other I’m kind of just doing as it comes for funsies so it’s far from having anything to share but when I get there, y’all will be the first to see it 
I’m working on my first poem book. I’ve been writing since the age of 13, now I’m 30 and haven’t published anything yet. I can share a poem below if any of you is interested in my work. It’s translated in english, since all of my poems are in french. This one is actually gonna be in the poem book, I’m doing it on mental disorders and everything that goes with it.
This voice
You were born from a soft madness,
This voice in my head always talking
Becoming a part of myself
Making myself sick to the point where I could die…
For how long have I been repressing you?
Growing inside of me, this voice mixing with the others
In an already damaged mind…
I was born with a sickness
Why would you bother me?
Why don’t you go back from where you came from?
This voice whispering me desires
Telling me how I should act
Repressing my feelings
I obey without hesitating
It took control of my mind
It will never stop to talk
She’s with me everyday
May God help me
May he forgive my sins
May he give me my redemption
The one I’m looking for
Since this voice prevents me from existing
From sleeping, screaming my being’s despair
Through a world where you’re not there anymore
Of this soul’s torment which is schizophrenia…
…
This voice controlling my mood
A softness of me neglected
Abandoned at birth
It gnaws me from the inside
Making my emotions numb
Destroying what’s left of my serenity
She’s mixing with my anxiety
In a mortal cocktail that makes me suffer
What a macabre daily discovery
To play the Russian roulette of mood…
I must admit that I don’t really want
To breathe, to sing my rebirth
Living with this illness every single day
For five straight years
Of asking myself inner questions
Constantly by lack of judgment
Where the soft madness comes back
Surrounding me with her crazy wings
To bring myself down or high, as she wishes…
…
The encounter of mental illness
One by one, holding hands
Recognize ourselves in suffering
Helping each others
Because when you’re suffering of a mental illness
Whichever may it be, we understand how the other feels
We learn how to tame it, how to present it
To exploit it at it’s full potential
To learn how to love who we are
Towards acceptation of it
Going towards a world with no judgments…
Let’s start with loving ourselves, no?
Maxime Dagenais
August 13th 2017
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Let me know below what you guys think!
ever took minutes to “draw” these. I actually have more complicated one but those are for my album covers, you’ll see them later.
