Long Maladaptive Poems
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My heart went to racing
With annoying excitement
As we approached the long drive
Knowing that soon
I would take in the smell of cedar
And feel wholly alive
...on the farm
So much land to explore
Running with reckless abandon
Into the uncharted wild
Pet skunks, cows, chickens
And water running pure
An open invitation to every child
...to swim
"Mama, Mama, can we go
Please!!!" as we ran out the door
Down the road that led to Chuck's
Helping with the little ones
As Mama cooked and cleaned
Time zoomed, and I never got enough
...freedom
Soon enough, we heard Mama's call
Echoing down the space between
And we ran with anticipation
Knowing that sister talk settled Mama
And cooking eased the pain
While unanswered questions were in the creation
...on a full table
For one brief moment
Etched in time, I was at peace
With all the right and wrong
As I experienced a whole family
At a table where children didn't talk
But were asked to sing a "Jesus" song
...for LOVE's sake
Families aren't perfect
But then again, love isn't about right
It's about growing together, in time
It's ok to leave things undone, unsaid
To have things to work out
As our broken hearts and maladaptive minds
....find our LOVE once again.
Written by Trudy Schrader on November 23, 2019 for my Aunt Phyllis's birthday
And maybe tonight in feasting
I'll inhale the flavors of my meal
and exhale colors in the wind
I have not been chosen
beyond our understanding, it just is
It’s the quiet that scares me
so I'm a puppeteer of the shadows
Dancing near the light source
to feed my lonely
I breathe this naturally
Another dimension
Another time
More laughter
I'm pacing and spinning
Yelling and singing
I'm in control
until the arch of my feet gets weak
from chasing the muse my bed becomes
And I'm tired
In prayer I lay
The only air left to breathe is the regret of wasting the day
It was never us
Just me filling the spaces of those I want to love
They are not here now
They cant share this with me
I'm only weak
It's only me
When at last you have become aware deep down yourself
and of the people whom require at last some mental health
be serviced, come to services
and you have at least one personality disorder
characterized by abnormal
and maladaptive inner experience, usually, from some past
and other ones behavior.
Personality disorders, also known as Axis II disorders, include obsessive-compulsive, avoidant, paranoid
and borderline.
Axis I disorders, on the other hand, include depression
and schizophrenia mental illnesses
thought to be less pervasive but more acute.
When Jane and Jonny you have lately come,
and all now know you both may have it, is P.D.
And you posses a very different personality,
and have at least one thing, in trust, all commons have.
Your mental illness will not for you for me remit.
Without professional intervention or medication,
behavior modification, death can likely end interdiction.
And exactly what that intervention should consist of
has there remained a subject for her/his long night debates
and his grows even shorter still.
This, along with the disorders' notoriety for being hosted,
problematic when at best it is to treat,
has posed challenges to their successful heartfelt resolution,
or at least known, knew to differant property lays in management.
When your personality disorder exhibits chronic,
pervasive problems
and getting along with other needful people.
View each book as a history book
and show the Nile,
but never hide the flower from the source,
nor the tree the burning bush.
James McLain Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Feeling like a fool whenever you’re near
My heart bleeds a melody that you can’t hear
I’m stuck in a battlefield chasing the sun
A war has begun that you’ve already won
I may be naive.. but I’m never wrong
Maybe the lyrics are too heavy in my song
Our worlds can’t collide in the way that I want
Our age gap alone would be something to taunt
It’s a blessing and a curse to carry this tune
Maladaptive daydreaming, alone in my room
A chaos of fantasies and delusions anew
My adolescent mind on a path so untrue
Toxic instability, I’m acting immature
A pillar of intellect, you’ve got me insecure
I’m hungry for your body or something more impure
I don’t know what love is, I just know the allure
Everyone was begging me to do something about my anxiety.
So I got into meditation.
So I mediate every day.
It was all on them.
Then it was all mine.
Forever, all mine.
As sad as it is,
It gets less daunting over time.
And more like-
This is heavenly.
And more like-
I will live forever if I keep this up.
For hours and hours,
Then more hours.
Then weeks go by, and it’s like-
I don’t know what a week means anymore.
I can’t remember what makes me weak, or what makes me strong.
But it’s all good, it’s all healthy.
And I don’t complain anymore.
And they don’t complain anymore.
I walk the beach in my special dream
led by overwhelming nostalgia
where hopes and dreams are lined in silver
encouraging me to continue into late Autumn
searching for that one special sea shell
a lonely reminder of my true love’s embrace
What I would give for one more embrace!
To me such a prize is not a dream
To think that possession of a tiny shell
would have the power beyond nostalgia
beyond the timeless beauty of Autumn
beyond the value of gold and silver
In reality, my hair has turned to silver
Memories of you I now embrace
in the throes of Winter, well past Autumn
Thoughts of you seem like a dream
Happiness has been replaced by nostalgia
I lie alone in my bed as an empty shell
I start each day donning a hard shell
Just as guarded against those who covet my silver
When conversation warrants, I discount nostalgia
Recommendations of others I am slow to embrace
Each day unfolds before me as a bad dream
Expectations and hope fall as do leaves of Autumn
But change is celebrated in the glory of Autumn
Nature reveals the protective qualities of a shell
We can aspire to be better when we dream
True love cannot be bought with mere silver
Till we meet again, my memories of you I will embrace
There is room for hope through proper nostalgia
Beware of the rip currents of maladaptive nostalgia
Recognize that time falls behind in late Autumn
Hold close friends and family in a warm embrace
Do not seek isolation within an unyielding shell
Do not fear the future even as hair turns silver
Regardless of age, continue to hope and dream
With thoughts of you I will embrace nostalgia
I will revive the dreams we shared in late Autumn
I will continue my silver quest for that special shell
You’re right… the version of you in my head is so much better than realities you.
Wish I could jump into your body and see me from your point of view.
Genuine love….. for when I look at you it is as if I have eaten every butterfly;for this sensation is too sureal.
Oh when I look at your eyes so paradisiacal yet filled with despair; longing for a lonely soul to come along and help you heal.
You’re right….maybe I try to hard but I want you to be mine
Although you want nothing to do with me I think of you all the time.
But instead I don’t; I think of the you from my mind.
not the one who isolates themself and walks past me as if they’re blind.
I think of the person who likes me and reminds me that they do.
The one who hugs me and constantly say “I love you”
But that isn’t you and you’re not them. For i had let my idiotic delusion get the best of me.
But now I am set free; as I come to this realization and the tears fall from my eyes I give you thanks for helping me realize , for allowing me to pursue you even though nothing was requited
Even if I had tried and begged for you day after day there's no way that we could hide it.For to you I was a diptera who bothered you daily.
But to me you were my savior from the outside world, Although my Maladaptive daydreams may have get the best of me , the truth is i'm just an “crazy” girl; who thinks the world of you, but only unrequited love is returned.
which sadly just tells me that your love was something that i never earned.
I write the truth not out of spite, but to simply state that you were right.