Month: September 2023

Never in Your Thoughts

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Comparing first poems to news ones. I think I have gotten better.
In the labyrinth of your thoughts, I’m lost,
A fleeting shadow, never the first cost.
My name echoes faint, a whispered sigh,
As your mind wanders, passing me by.

I’m the echo of a song you’ve long forgot,
A distant memory, a fading knot.
In the tapestry of your life, I’m a thread so fine,
Easily overlooked, lost in the design.

I’m the empty chair at the crowded table,
The silent voice in the bustling fable.
I’m the forgotten dream, the unspoken wish,
The one you never think of, the one you never miss.

Yet, in this lonely space, I find my grace,
A quiet sanctuary, a hidden place.
Where my heart can heal, my soul can grow,
And I can learn to let go.

For though I may not be on your mind,
I’m still here, existing, one of a kind.
And in this knowledge, I find my peace,
Knowing that my existence is not in vain, at least.

Face of Horror

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A Roller Coaster of a Mind

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A roller coaster ride, my mind’s domain,
From soaring highs to crashing depths, again and again.
Bipolar disorder, a constant dance,
Of mania’s embrace and depression’s trance.

On manic wings, I soar so high,
A boundless energy, that never seems to die.
My mind races, my thoughts take flight,
In a world of infinite possibilities, bathed in light.

But the crash comes, inevitable and swift,
A dark cloud descends, leaving me adrift.
Depression’s weight, it presses down hard,
On my weary spirit, my shattered guard.

I feel so lost, so empty and void,
My motivation drained, my soul devoid.
The simplest tasks seem insurmountable,
Each day a struggle, a haunting lament.

But I’m not alone in this fight, I know,
Others share my journey, through highs and lows.
And so we dance, this bipolar waltz,
With courage and grace, in spite of all.

For in the darkness, there is always light,
And in the depths of despair, there is hope in sight.
We are survivors, we are resilient,
Together we rise, forever brilliant.

So let us embrace our bipolar minds,
With all their complexities, their unique designs.
For we are more than our disorder, we are whole,
Beautiful souls, with stories to be told.

Mother’s Heart

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Mother’s Heart

Oh, my precious child, my heart aches so,
To hear of the bullying you must go through.
I want to protect you from all harm,
But I know that I can’t always be there with you.

So what is a mother to do?
How can I stop a fight before it happens?
How can I diffuse the situation?

First, I must listen to you, my child.
I need to understand what is happening,
And why you are being targeted.
Once I know the root of the problem,
I can start to develop a plan.

I can talk to your teacher,
Or to the school counselor.
I can also talk to the parents of the bully.
Together, we can work to find a solution.

But most importantly, my child,
I need you to know that I am here for you.
I love you unconditionally,
And I will always be on your side.

OCD

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I find when I am really stressed, I keep washing my hands. I need things to be in a certain place or I can’t function. Which is fine for my job, I am extremely organize there. But no one is organized with a house full of kids. I have to have the radio’s volume on an even number. There are many more things about me, but you get the idea.

OCD

My mind is a carousel, spinning and spinning,
With thoughts that won’t relent, that keep on grinning.
Obsessions and compulsions, they rule my day,
Leaving me exhausted, drained away.

I check the locks again and again,
Is the door closed tight, or is it open wide?
I wash my hands until they’re raw and red,
To rid myself of germs, my mind’s dread.

Numbers and patterns dance in my head,
Everything must be perfect, nothing left unsaid.
I rearrange objects, line them up just right,
Seeking solace in symmetry, day and night.

OCD is a cruel mistress, she takes her toll,
On my time, my energy, my very soul.
But I’m not alone in this fight, I know,
Others share my burden, their hearts aglow.

So let us stand together, hand in hand,
And raise our voices, let them understand.
OCD doesn’t define us, we are strong,
We’ll find our way, where we belong.

I’m not broken, I’m wired differently,
My OCD is a part of me, intrinsically.
I’m learning to accept it, to embrace,
To find my own unique path, to make my own space.

The Weekend Clean

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The Weekend Clean

The work week is done, I’m free at last!
But my house is a mess, I’m feeling the blast.
The dishes are piled high, the laundry is strewn,
The floor is a jumble, I don’t know where to begin.

I could just relax, but I know I’ll regret it.
So I’ll put on my headphones and start cleaning the detritus.
The vacuum will roar, the dust will be swept,
The floors will be shined, the bed will be made.

It’s not the most glamorous way to spend a weekend,
But it’s better than coming home to a dirty mess.
So I’ll take a deep breath and get to work,
And by the end of the day, my house will be sparkling clean.

But then it will start all over again next week,
And I’ll be back to square one.
But that’s okay, because I know that I’m not alone.
We all have to deal with the weekend clean.

A Long Day at Work

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I wrote this son after a long day at work. Though my boss doesn’t yell at me, she is actually pretty awesome but most of us have had jobs like that.

A long day of work and I’m tired and stressed.
I need something to let me relax.
Boss is yelling and I’m slaving away.
Paycheck is coming it’s leaving so quick

One shot whiskey and I’m flying high
One shot and I can kiss my cares away
One shot it and I can sleep through the night
One shot keeps the demons away
One shot is all I need
One shot
One shot
One shot is all I need

I want to smoke Pot but my dealer says no
I want to smoke pot but my job says no
I want to smoke pot but my lungs say no

One shot whiskey and I’m flying high
One shot and I can kiss my cares away
One shot it and I can sleep through the night
One shot keeps the demons away
One shot is all I need
One shot
One shot
One shot is all I need

yes I would do pot but now I just do a shot
Job is stress life is too
Don’t want to go crazy so One shot is the

The taste of fire As it goes down so well.
Takes me to a place all my worries are gone
Taste of heaven as I’m flying.

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Being an Indie Writer

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I sit here in the darkness,
My fingers on the keys,
I type and type and type,
But no one seems to see.

I write my heart out,
I pour my soul into each word,
But it’s like I’m shouting
Into a void unheard.

I know I’m not the only one,
There are so many indie writers out there,
All struggling to be heard,
All fighting for a chance.

But I’m not giving up,
I’ll keep writing until my fingers bleed,
I’ll keep fighting until my voice is heard,
I’ll keep believing that one day,

Someone will read my work,
And they’ll love it as much as I do.

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The Blink of an Eye

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The Blink of an Eye

It seems like just yesterday
I held you in my arms,
A tiny baby, so small and frail,
With eyes so full of charms.

I watched you grow and learn,
From crawling to walking to talking,
And every day I marveled at
The wonder of your growing.

But now it seems like just a blink
And you’re all grown up,
With dreams and plans of your own,
Ready to take on the world.

I know I’ll miss you when you go,
But I’m so proud of the young woman
You’ve become.

So go forth and live your life,
And know that I’ll always be here
To love and support you,
No matter what.

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Poetry

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Poetry

When the heart is sad and sore,
When the soul is sick with care,
Poetry with its magic lore
Can make all things seem fair.

In the shadows of the night,
When the world is all alone,
Poetry with its tender light
Can make the darkness shone.

When the spirit is oppressed,
When the heart is all aglow,
Poetry with its soothing rest
Can make the soul grow slow.

When the mind is filled with doubt,
When the soul is all astray,
Poetry with its golden shout
Can make the way seem plain.

So when life is dark and drear,
When the heart is sad and lone,
Turn to Poetry, my dear,
And she will make you strong.

She will take your hand and lead
You through the shadows dim,
And the light of her sweet face will feed
Your soul with hope sublime.

She will sing to you of love,
Of joy and peace and light,
And the world will seem above
All its pain and sin and night.

So turn to Poetry, my dear,
When the heart is sad and lone,
And she will make you strong and clear,
And the world will seem a home.

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