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I have other plans to suit my life.
The time has come when you just have
to stop pretending that you really care.
I care not for your attitude
nor your ever-changing moods
I hate experiencing tempestuous feelings
of unsatisfied hunger:
births of lusty fires that always fizzle out
insatiate and forlorn.
I'd rather have rejection,
experience a strange mystery,
remain speechless while you're around.
Yet like a leech, a parasite of my life,
you stick around, never leaving me alone.
You’re too much part of me.
A familiar dance?
Blessed silence, broken by your silly notions
inducing pregnant pains of frivolous thoughts.
I experience mirthful reflections
of a fragile soul that needed approval of others.
I'll never accept that. Hope fades forever.
Reckless behaviour is definitely called for.
I stand steadfast like a black rock
just off the craggy shore. I'll never see you again.
Goodbye loneliness.
I have other plans to suit my life.
As I walk through the graveled paths
When the stinging stones speak to me
Of the pain thrust on trampling feet
I see you in the unlit alleys of my memory
As the wind blows from a covert hide out
Twisting and shaking the branches of trees
Causing them to break and fly off the trunk
I see you in the torn pages of my life’s tome
As I listen to the song of lone birds
And their doleful notes fall in my ears
I am jolted out of my bohemian ways
And feel a plaintive tone floating to me
Wandering along the sprawling beach
As I hear the roar of waves
And when a humdrum of voices fills me
I hear your voice distinct like the beat of my heart
Like the pain at a needle point that shall always be
Like an intruder, nudging to steal the inner space
Like the small tremors after a fateful seismic quake
I now know that in me you stay like sleeping fury
Even when I walked away from you
You stubbornly stuck to me
Like a leech tenaciously clinging to the skin
Oh! How hard I struggle to get you off!
Sept.13.2022
~Placed First~
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A week ago, I was the normal me
Happy, funny and living free.
Shaked the box and it was empty,
This then sent me into a world of frenzy
First the agitation began
Couldn’t decide whether to sit or stand.
My mask still on smiling and proud
No one could find out I was going down…..
Down the nasty spiral I hate
I suppose Bipolar really is my fate.
I only missed a pill or two
Now “my friend” is coming through.
The one that takes away all that is me
Like a leech, I can’t get free.
Sleeping becomes a thing of the past
Eating…well only if I must
Concentration, what’s that again?
Come on now I won’t let you win
6 days without my magic pills
And now my life is rolling down the hill
But you see bipolar I know your game
You make me happy so I think I’m sane.
But it’s really you all along I know
But with these pills you won’t get through.
And Maybe I will never be,
The girl I always used to be,
But bipolar I’m afraid to say
Your little games are just child’s play
I am sound in body and in mind.
I told you before; my mind you will never find.
But when you get through like you do
Here’s a few things I have to say to you:
Stop me sleeping if you must
And with not eating a few pounds I’ve lost
I do enjoy when I’m happy
But then I know I’m going to feel crappy
But what really scares me the most
Is when you turn me into this ghost
The one who struggles just to breath
The one who has now taken over me
I’ll do you a deal what do you say?
One that says we can both play
I’ll take the pills to keep you at bay
As long as you now go away.
Do your thing, but keep it maintained
Please oh please just let me stay sane
Come visit once in a while if you must
But please don’t turn me into dust
I know we have a deal for life
You and I like husband and wife
But with every relationship
Compromise must be made……….
You can stay rent free in my head
As long as you’re so quiet it’s like you’re dead
I know sometimes you’ll make me sad
But please Bipolar….don’t let me go MAD.
Jack, Jack, Jack and jack, what about me, my name is Jill
I’m only mentioned once, when we climbed up the hill ,
Then Jack fell, and broke his crown, I was filled with dread,
So tumbled after him, but he had gone to bed,
To bandage his head.
Jack Sprat and his wife, one ate no fat and the other no lean,
So hence left their platter void of food and always clean,
So, I suggested to his wife to keep slim, to do some running
Down the street, to lose the weight
She ate.
And Jack Horner who only sat in a corner, I felt that was cruel,
Told him to tell his teacher that he would quit school,
He was never again, to be made a fool.
As for Jack be nimble, I mentioned that as he was always quick,
I would nurse him if he broke his ankle jumping over the candle wick,
So now I no longer feel a little jealous, as I have taken Charles's tip,
I tried to help the first Jack, but did get involved with the other three,
I now feel good, my name is Jill and I hope you agree.
Now give me a giggle,
Hey diddle diddle
Competition entry:Jill Nursery Rhyme Poetry Concert
Sponsor:Charles Messina
Date; 03/11/2024
Strange invader, from the moment I awaken, you are there -
a disgusting leech that has no name.
I describe you to various doctors.
They tell me they don’t know you
and pretend to believe me on how you appeared in my body.
Yet they are clueless and cannot rid me of you.
I know how you appeared; you got inside me
through injections of an unnecessary evil called Prolia.
Stupidly, I guessed the truth too late
that Prolia was allowing you to take control of me.
By the fourth injection of that toxin within two years,
my tongue burned bright red, and I knew then
you were firmly ensconced inside me.
My brain appears to be your headquarters,
from where you perform your unholy operations.
At first you increased my saliva to the extent that
by injection number 2, I was spitting out my food.
Later you added new weird side effects such as inner spinning.
Though I stopped injections, a few years later
you transformed into other seemingly supernatural forces:
changing my mouth into feeling numerous changing textures.
These would come and go until today
my mouth is left at the bottom with a squishy feeling
that barely is relieved by the chewing of gum.
I press my lips together and they are numb.
You are the bane of my life.
Saliva still flows but not as strongly
as your effects surge through me, primarily on my back.
You have hijacked my nervous system.
Unholy parasite, you malevolently induce unnatural feelings.
The inner spinning changed to something worse.
Sometimes I feel as if I am being pushed from behind.
Other times, the pushing changes into a squeezing sensation.
I have no name for what you really are,
but I have names for your different types of aggravation.
When you squeeze my back, I name you Octopus Tentacles.
Other times you are a hard rain pelting my back.
Often you are a surge that coincides
with an excess amount of saliva in my mouth.
My one relief is to press my back against a chair
or the pillow on my bed; ahhhh, to be in my bed!
Seven years after cancer’s visit, I continue to live with YOU.
People tell me not to bring you up, for then you might go away.
But I waken from nice dreams, and there you are, awaiting me.
Strange invader, you have made the inconvenience of cancer
seem entirely minor compared to you.
You Are Not Invited
--Latching onto my soul without an invitation--
Elements around my shore expose more than air
--Playing with fire is not a game you will win--
----
Silently she swarms in like a leech,
Feeding and sucking from the wounds my pain left behind.
She came inside: "Uninvited!"
Here have a drink, and die!
Taste the water drips that sail across my lips
Plodding vigorously in the open air of her unwanted hostility
Forbidden as one, I noticed her aura a sickening light
Imprisonment that haunted smoke around her own imperfections
The hate and envy, she lives in resides airborne
The sound that she have summoned up hunger
Brought me near the edge of everything
Feel my pain, a touch of impurities
Tainted, infected, poisoned passion, her face disguised
Surrender toward serenity, the lighthearted woman I am inside
She will never take, my full eternal grace
It’s time to reveal that blazing fire I hide
Drown her from the false flown sorrows of gust
Hold her hideous head under water--- burn her false fire out
Never will I turn my back and watch her muster them broken lids
Lungful of lies poisons the wind that flows from her snake like voice
Maneuvering the skies, scheming that snatch in
Like a viper twisting its unmatched curves,
I strike, like a pyromaniac --A burning match
Allowing her to taste a part of the air I breathe
A waste in the breeze her insecurities
Trying to destroy what she can't be, what she can't see
At the end, blustery weather will remind her of the sea inside me,
YOU! The Angel, who crawls around like a shadow
Gorging its way into the heart with a charm of greed
Twisting reality hoping nobody sees its true sick identity
Slandering my name as the master of evil and manipulative
Marking my territory, warning others of a cold draft
Grasping the beauty that glows from my soul
There it stood on the ledge UNINVITED
The devil walked and took my shoes
:)
They say, beware of a woman’s scorn.
But I don’t have to wait for revenge for long.
Karma will attack,
If I were you, I watch my back.
You live very comfortably,
While I have to raise alone our kids.
Have a great life as an absent farther.
Don’t even bother,
To wish your son happy birthday.
Too busy playing the dutiful husband,
To your 20 year younger wife.
They say, what goes around comes around.
Soon you will found,
Yourself old and grey.
Alone on your dying bed you will lay.
They say, what goes up must come down.
You thinking, you are standing tall?
Want me to feel small.
Stole my house and even the fridge.
What a leech.
But as the hands of time is ticking on,
So will your time end for all your wrongs.
They say, you can’t build your happiness on someone else pain.
That is exactly what both of you done.
But remember on the long run,
You two will get what you deserved,
The wheel will reverse.
They say, you must forgive and forget.
But I only forgive those who deserves my respect.
For you, I don’t have any,
Not for the pain and hurt you caused.
And still have no remorse.
They say, time heals everything,
And Amen to it.
I say, good riddance of bad rubbish.
A calmness before the storm I've always felt inside
Patience a virtue that seemed to slip out of reach
Many times uncontrollable although I have tried
I will swiftly sail for the deadly tumultuous tide
If on the other side there is something I beseech
A calmness before the storm I've always felt inside
Somewhere in my life the word patience has died
Passion is the only doctrine I confess and teach
Many times uncontrollable although I have tried
So obvious that these two ideas would collide
One moves like a cheetah, the other like a leech
A calmness before the storm I've always felt inside
Ultimately that calmness loses and cannot reside
The fire burns hot and the heart begins to preach
Many times uncontrollable although I have tried
Now when my heart calls I have chosen a side
At that moment my very own reason I impeach
A calmness before the storm I've always felt inside
Many times uncontrollable although I have tried
For Passion pays not patience contest
Later on today...yeah...
Fireworks are gonna sound like
Gunshots in each direction...
But, it looks like a growing sunflower in the air
The sounds are too much to bear...
Scaring cats and dogs away...
Confusion sticks to us...like a leech
I'm not feeling okay...I want to go to the beach
I have a migraine...okay?
Let me swim away into the ocean
Fireworks go off, but I'm caught in waves of motion...
And I forget about the commotion...
Thank the Lord Almighty...
For His loving-kindness and peace He plants in me
I'm Experiencing
Cloud 7
Again...thank heaven
I get afraid when
Fireworks go off
I get spooked out in the den
Full of lions and I have
ENOUGH
OF
THIS
NONSENSE...
Quit
The
Noise...
ENOUGH
WITH
YOUR
PRESENCE
Quit
wandering
around
like
all
FIVE
toes...
REJOICE! It's fourth of July!
Oooh! Look at the glorious, black velvet sky!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am the tundra barren cold and numb
A frozen wasteland where no light can reach
Between these poles, my insatiate self-succumbs.
In icy silence where no whimpers humb
My thoughts like glaciers grind, erode, and breach
I am the tundra, barren, cold, and numb.
The Amazon within once vital thrumb
Of life and hope now withers out of reach
Between these poles my insatiate self-succumbs.
Anxiety a howling blizzard's sumb
Entombs me deep a creature bleached of speech.
I am the tundra, barren, cold, and numb.
Depression creeps permafrost of my slumb
While echoes of lost joy my soul beseech
Between these poles, my insatiate self-succumbs.
Yet in this waste, where all seems overcome
A seed of strength cracks ice defies the leech
I am the tundra, barren, cold, and numb.
Between these poles, my insatiate self-succumbs.