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You’re tired, and you’re on your own.
Stopping now won’t find you a home.
Roaming the streets, searching for a safe place to sleep,
Too scared of what strangers might think of you.
Scared it’s always going to be this way.
No one to turn to. No one to trust.
The ones you called friends, the distant family—
They betrayed you the most.
You put trust in others because you don’t trust yourself.
That’s how you got here.
You were used.
Go fall asleep on the campus lawn,
Even if you don’t know if it’s illegal.
You’ve never done it before.
You woke up surrounded by cops—
They didn’t understand the pain you feel,
The feeling of being lost.
You just want love. Comfort.
So far, no success.
Too prideful to ask to go home—
What would people think?
You’ve gone from place to place.
You’ve made it work this long.
How long is enough?
That’s your decision.
Suffering is no longer an option.
No one’s going to feel sorry for you.
They want you to help yourself.
No more crying yourself to sleep in temporary shelter,
Because it’s just that—temporary.
No more relying on others.
They’ll only hurt you.
No more mania.
No more depression.
No more being scared of yourself.
No more people being scared of you because of it.
Put your best skills forward.
People are your skill.
You’ve played the field—got shelter from temporary users.
Use that.
Put it toward your career.
Put it toward your love of perspective.
There’s no need to be scared.
You’re resilient.
You might fail.
But you still have where you’re from if this final push doesn’t work.
There are always more chances.
Just do it.
Please succeed.
You must succeed.
No more failing.
You’re better than that.
I’m all I have, you son of a gun.
There can be no more feeling hopelessness.
Listening to the world outside
Wish I could span my horizon far and wide
No joy from all the usual things
I cringe when my favourite singer sings
Sat in my own little world
Sat all alone my world turning cold
I want to break free of the shell I'm in
And embrace myself in everything
Locked in a box, but I have the key
Even my mirror doesn't see me
Darkness around even though its light
I have no energy for this fight
Sounds make me jump, silence is scary
If I scream would anyone hear me?
Not knowing which way to turn
Feeling normal is all I yearn
Lights are on to keep the shadows away
But as soon as there off they come out to play
Nothing around me feels familiar
What a terrible start its been to this year
They say they can help but don't know how
Is that what a humans life is worth now?
When the simple things are taken away
All that's left is skin and bones that stay
I want to listen to a song
One I know has my heart
But my ears can't register what song is playing
My mind it seems is slowly dying
Sat at the window, sat in a shell
Nobody is coming to free me from this hell
Lights are on but nobody's home
My mind left freely just to roam
Is this really how it ends?
My mind going round the bend
I sit here slowly falling to dust
Saving my life is a must
I cannot see clearly no more
I wonder what all this fighting was for
Depression and mania have hit me hard
Not giving my life any regard
I'm a shell I need to break free
Is anybody coming to rescue me
I'm in a bind stuck in my mind
I'm sitting here, but I'm not hard to find
"Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower
We will grieve not, but rather find
Strength in what remains behind."
Wordsworth
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Youth is wild and quick to tears
Discovering firsts, and thirsts unknown
And love can wound the urgent heart
that is littered deep with countless fears.
She lost her grip upon the oars
to navigate the tender years.
A climb too steep, a love too deep
the depth would troll depression years
The tears of anguish broke the grip
of nineteen hundred, twenty six
The pairing of such fragile bliss was broken in defeat
There are a few who love too much ...
They shatter in the glow
We stood apart and watched it all
We watched the paths of two who loved,
still pondering now, of what might have been
but learned to see how time can bend,
and change the story's end ~
"Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower"
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"Movie Mania-Romance" Contest
Inspired by the movie "Splendor In The Grass" 1961
Starring Natalie Wood and Warren Beatty
Sponsor: Nicola Byrne
9/16/16
Everything wound so tight
But the clicks drive me to the brink
Flashing lights are blinding
Half of the programs crashed
Tokens spew across the floor
The memory was stretched too far
I don't know what that sound was
A buzz from the lunatic fuzz
Filtered over the cries of dying ants
In their dying moments
Keeping the wheels turning
A chapter granted and a chapter denied
Souls traded for souls
There's no value in the individual
Intelligence is futile
When truth is sold to the highest bidder
Deception is the heart of honesty
Honestly did you think anything else
Their ammunition is in your heart
Their disease is in your tears
And all so the wheel continues to turn
Ignoring the buildup of rust
It's quite a bold strategy
Rip the petals off of flowers
Cover your face with them
It's so very cute is it not
When you feel so very wholesome
Pillaging the earth
To scrounge self-worth
But you're no unique rose
We failed to maintain ma'at
Everything turned upside down
Hell is where Heaven used to be
And Heaven is where Hell used to be
I don't know up from down
Nor do I know left from right
And I forgot right from wrong
Just to sing a pretty song
Just to sing a song
To sing a song
Sing a song
A song
Song
Am I living a delusion, for I have
a mania, a verbo grapho obsession
oh yes, I have a fixation
for words and writing . . .
sometimes I am wrapped in melancholia
free-floating in strangeness
euphoria is when I am writing necro
unhinged, perhaps
maybe
I just have this urge to pen death
after all death has been my best friend
since forever it seems . . .
but in general
this writing madness is my daily thirst
I must feed my passion
my compulsion, my ravings
in nature I get lost in my mind
I have a fancy for flowing streams
and quiet forests
where birds sing insanity . . .
my ink must fall on white daily
or I am sure madness will invade
oh, lunacy may not be far off
oh, that is silly
these fits of mania are just
the hunger and need of
a writer . . .
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October 20, 2017
Poetry/Free Verse/Feeding My Passion
Copyright Protected, ID 18-9511-76-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest , A Stunner 2017
Sponsor, Line Gauthier
Second Place
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Written for the contest, Mania
Sponsor Lewis Raynes
NA
In long winters
when curious bears hibernate,
When even those few songbirds left behind
are stoically silent
at their least amorous time,
When uneven bare trees and bushes
retire into aptic
dormant
deep naked entropy,
It is sad seasonally appropriate
to barely live outside robotic,
lethargic, biotic bionic
frozenly mechanistic
and yet deeply empathic,
simultaneously.
Then springs Spring!
Let synaptic mania
swell up again,
Open the windows
and darkening doors
to set this home and love
in fresh-incoming sappy order
Resiliently resonant enough
to last through sweltering dog days
of co-empathic musky slumbering
buzzing
drowsy summer,
fat with greens
united,
and not uncuriously uniform.
TV news flash
New trade pact;
Bubbly economics
~~~~~~~~~
Digital movie mania
Hollywood and company;
Visual impact strikes
~~~~~~~~~
Bad weather havoc
Torrential rainy outbursts;
Flood waters invade
~~~~~~~~~
Poise in sure noise
Instant cacophony;
Chamber orchestra
~~~~~~~~~
Music floats
Harmonica melody;
Street corner performance
~~~~~~~~~
Fancy menu here
Foreign language 101;
Mystery order Must-Do
~~~~~~~~~
Wit in sure jazz
Jest in fond fest;
Birthday wishes trend
~~~~~~~~~
School talk to teens
Simple conversations;
Story telling highlights
~~~~~~~~~
Sleepy slumber steals
Conscious lamentations;
Words not included
~~~~~~~~~
Rain and more rain
Wetness everywhere;
Wet is the new dry
~~~~~~~~~
Sadness slips and slides
Rain takes all away;
Empty feelings loiter
~~~~~~~~~
Purge all reason
Ditch common logic;
Seize pure inspiration
~~~~~~~~~
Dark is the night
When light goes out;
Even sleep feels deep
~~~~~~~~~
Look to passion
To defy reason;
Let purpose fashion
~~~~~~~~~
Lone owl hoots
Somnolent gestures;
Story book ending
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Leon Enriquez
18 November 2014
Singapore
Falling leaves trace ancestral tracks in empty air
and their whispers echo secrets, ancient;
lost to most mortal ears, suppressed,
Stifled as techno-shrieks from MP3 quicksand,
cell-mania and industry drums
drive them into near oblivion.
Soot-browned, crispy hairs fall upon Earths’ shoulders;
dancing on Fall winds, singing messages loud and clear;
we must rest now, hibernate in her womb.
“Child, when ice-time comes, her steely cold grip will crush us in our slumber.
Gaia, like the phoenix reborn,
renews in sleep her life power;
pours us into leaf-molds.
Once again; death is some mortal illusion,
but most never hear our whispers.”
Listen with your soul,
ears never truly hear these whispers.
Selective hearing is mankind’s’ undoing.
Lord!Keep all poets safe and well.
And, very happy each day.
There is no reason to be unhappy.
But watching skewed news, will make
us slap-happy.
Believers, remember that God is forever
in control!!
Depression can make you quite ill.
And please....avoid taking all narcotic pills.
Spirituality will keep you on a roll!
Look forward to the great days ahead.
Today is today ..... it is not tomorrow!
If you think it is, you will invite much
sorrow.
Talk to God before putting your head
on your soft bed.
Living under fear-mania is far from
healthy.
So many media lies, I don't
comprehend, how they do it?
But, would like to tell them, to jus
be still and sit om it.
These idiots making our lives lonely
and so soul-unwealty!
4/21/2021
Iv been praying, is anyone there?
Iv been praying, does anyone care?
I need some peace to balance the chaos
I need someone to hold a seance
I'm lost in the water, can't get free
Oh how I hate being me
The noise is loud, scary at times
The silence deadly with blurry lines
Not able to leave my house
My body moves slow as a mouse
My legs are heavy, almost locked
Everywhere I go there's an invisible block
Sitting in the window, music on
Smoking a cigarette In the sun
The heat warms the window , sounds of the cars
It's the calmest iv been, no thoughts of self harm
Curtains blocking me, I'm safe here
I'm so different from this time last year
Mania and physical illness leading the way
4 years now iv been in this pain
Iv been praying but none are answered
Some questions are best left unanswered
Iv got to get through this blackness
Iv gotta rid all this madness
Sitting alone in my window seat
I just wish I felt complete
So much to deal with, no way out
I wish I knew what all this was about