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Like tipper tapping tiny feet toddling
I watched your mirriard of droplets
stream down my car window
Night sky like the backdrop of a show
and the lightning strikes adding to the mood of the performance
where ordinarily it might highlight or cast creepy shadows
Several crashes of thunder the only sound affects
breaking the deathly silence you could have sliced through
Stormy air and the countless hairs
of the body anticipating action
was the change in atmosphere of any such production
Yet for all the familiarity of yet another down turned weather front
something was amiss
I sat there trying to will my merry-go-round world to stop
to let me off and set me free once more
that I might strike out loose and run wild once more
like a horse loose of the reigns widly galloping away
alas I couldn’t budge
just sat their frozen to my seat
despite needing my home comforts around this hour
Knocking every ounce of confidence from me
breaking me to a point
where my tears were but one with the evenings downpour
No chocolate or ice-cream treats for pick-me-ups
nor interval for refreshment here
which would have been at least a little concillation
No, right now the world stood still
as our relationship played over from start
until someone knocked on the glass
concerned as to whether or not I was alright
Black and boggle eyed from wet mascara and numerous tears
like something out of a horror film
I turned to see who dare break this spell
Nodding to say I was fine
but not stupid they could see far from it
They pulled me out into secure arms
You could have been anyone
but you were gentle and understanding
A raging fire warmed by chilled bones
with simple hot sweet tea and the warmth of a blanket
your eyes soaked me in drawing out my story
you listened intently
I poured out my soul
You drank me in
Bringing me out of myself
you turnd so much sadness to humor
putting another chapter of life to bed
opening another as day broke through
I am now thankful for what passed
for without that part of life
we might never be making our own sweet music
creating future ambition and drive
Nesting and nestling as one together
Souls on one ship we sail new seas
Hello Friends... I suffer from Severe Bi-Polar Disorder and this submission was inspired by
actual events that occured during one of my especially critical manic episodes. Be sure and
read Part 1 first so as to get the true gist of the poem and leave your comments here on the
Part 2 submission. Thank you for allowing me to share my pain for pain shared is pain
diminished.
Me, Myself, and I... (continued)
“Your, (Or “Our”), symptoms seem to intermit
And the fact that “You’re,” (“We’re”), a hypocrite
Tis no wonder we’re having such problems with diagnosis”
Then “I” had an idea so grand
To dispense with this at my own hand
A self-inflicted coup de grace would be my prognosis
So while the “Me” and the “Myself” squabbled
With courage newly cobbled
“I” spotted the dresser drawer and made my run
With fingers fiercely fumbling
Whilst they continued grumbling
“I” produced from the depths of the drawer a shiny gun
And now my life, though ill-fated
Was soon to be vindicated
This would affect us all equally the same
Would be no myself or me
No you, him, us, or we
But an inclusive all would be to blame
It took me a moment to figure
Out the safety on the trigger
Then “I,” (or “Us”), prepared to do the dirty deed
Then the barrel found my temple
And as it settled into the dimple
A still small voice did my “selves” choose to heed
Hence a moment of clarity
Harkened me to posterity
And I thought what a legacy to leave behind
“Can’t we all find a way
To save this miserable day
And avoid a broken body for someone to find”
And then deep within my soul
I felt and heard a simple drum roll
And the differing sides of me just subsided
And with my mind now as one
I worked to get this all undone
The whole business of this stuff I derided
And tis now true of fact
That I survived this ordeal intact
And lived to raise my face unto the sky
And here now as it ends
I find I’ve made good friends
With the “Me”, the “Myself,” and the “I”
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J. Scott Burns...
There you are again,
When I look out of my window,
I see you staring back.
I see your glistening outline flowing through the night,
Shining through the day.
With you standing so near, yet feeling so far.
Being old, you just stand there.
What do you do?
I see you watching me, watching me.
I wonder what you think of others coming and going, running and playing.
Yet not saying a single word.
See, I do nothing but stand here,
My roots firmly stuck in the ground.
There are many of you I can see,
Yet you seem to be alone.
You stand on your own,
Within your green surrounding, your home,
Watching everyone else.
You’re fighting to be part of everything –
Yet your roots won’t allow you.
You are focused, with one aim in life.
Nothing else.
With all your curves I see them.
The leaves rustling around you, floating through each year.
Do you feel them going?
Changing through each season.
You want to go with them, but you can’t.
Yet your roots won’t allow you.
There you are again,
Staring out of that window.
Why do you do that?
What are you looking at?
You look straight at me, seeming like you are looking straight through me.
I don’t eat your food, drink your water, I don’t hurt you,
Yet you continue to look at me like that.
What are you seeing?
I see your whispering branches blowing in the wind,
Looking so fragile as if would break.
I see your mind wandering
As if wanting to move, but cant.
To lift your roots and go.
In your mind you seem so far away,
Yet so close in reality.
I see you more closely now,
Staring up at me.
With me staring back down at you.
You’re staring at me so closely,
With such a glazed expression.
Yet I can’t work out why.
Why, I dont do anything, just stand here?
You move back slowly,
Staring still.
What do you see?
Do you see me? Or just what I look like?
You’re talking to me now,
I don’t understand.
What are you saying?
There’s that look again.
That glazed expression.
Are you still looking at me?
You are.
Yet I can’t work out why...
For I am only a tree.
Form:
You think I’m happy
You see the laughter on my face
But you forgot to look into my heart
And see the sorrow
See the betrayal
I’ve been through, the sadness I have to live
The sun I do not have
The love I lack
The porch I need
I am a one face position
I can’t pretend
I can’t pretend happiness
But I try to conceal misery with a mask
Called me
Can you imagine walking, giving, loving
But having hatred in return
Can you imagine swearing never to speak to daughter of your mother?
Saying its worth it and that her disrespect caused me to do it?
When I find no respect nor love nor understanding
Do you expect me to stay walking on the same trail?
The trail that got me no good
When you put your trust in someone….
And that person lets you down
Gives you an odor of loneliness
Gives you a punch of hell
When you never met the one you love?
Never have a chance to have a chat with your feelings
When miles, countries, people separate between you and me
Can I ever have a chance to tell u come back!
The doors are closing
The air is decreasing
The dark light is only there
The only guide
To guide you to the doors of hell
The path of never coming back
The stairs of a scary place…,
Where monsters are your only mates
And blood is your only drink
Where people get tortured and punished
For they’re unpardonable sins
I walk with eyes of red burning with disknowledge
With heart bleeding with questions?
Do I deserve this?
A flashback of events gazed at me
Showing me kinds of friends who gave me hope
Hope to be what I desire
Regardless of all others
Telling me what family means
Hitting my head with facts
Facts of happiness
Facts of standing
Standing to face torment
Giving it a medicine of it’s self
As my red razor-sharp blade came from no where
As I fought disgrace, pain and agony!!
I started to feel delight, started to feel alive
Suddenly woke up from the worst but not least real dream
A dream who gave me something, missing for too long
Never give yourself to death while u still can!
Seems I’ve reminisced
The feel
Of a home cooked meal
Ducking the pleasures
Of a sainted veil
A clause in the end
From which finer things appeal
Black jack matches not
To a fisher mans luck
On an antique reel
But on the real
The expectations in this life
Remain a comfort
That refuses to chill
Let your thoughts rest
On an old lads chest
Considering the circumstances
If we make it
We can all attest
And adore this political mess
If not then as victims of stress
Unblessed in this planet
Of slanted chess
We’ll confess
Another night
Another days passes
Do you find it lovely
How nothing ever last
But many men have cured
Their fascination
Of becoming non minute men
Flawed by incarceration
Deep within the dungeons
Of a softer conscience
In irregular form
A veteran lies victim
Of defeated white blood cells
Unresponsive
A child with no home
And swollen tonsils
The dark settles
Flashbacks meddle
Trouble around the corner
As a lunch line unveils
Never was a fighter
Just a swinger
As I found myself catapulted against
The cafeteria wall
The integrity
My sucker punch instilled
Broken glass jaws
Over a 4th grade meal
Or mainly just an individual
Twice the size of me
With an inability to feel
I sat still
As the principal sought
A stern punishment
Not as astonished with
The other kids compliments
For my stomach ache
From a lack of warm condiments
Moral of the story is
I was fighting then
I’m still fighting now
Obstacles tend to ware me down
The inexperience of my peers
Seem to no longer enlighten me now
Have to find new ways to learn
Or disappear into the unclear
Fatigued as a writer
Tend to want to touch on subjects
Closer to lighter
Symptoms of a September baby
A Virgo born of a harlot
With nine children unknown
A none buffalo soldier
A phantom on a Harley
The ghost of Robert Marley
An astronaut in my younger years
Screaming for Apollo thirteen
As the thunder neared
Off my coarse of inspiration
I veered
I need you in my arms
I need you by my side
I will cause you no harm
Understand my pain
"Only in this lifetime"
Along this path
I was absorbed through misery
I became known as
What you all call today
An outcast
In all my words
What would make you think
You couldn’t come to me
I’ll do all I can for you
I have fallen from grace
So I can no longer adore truth
Right or wrong, for better or worse
I could never leave you without a home
I try to do more good than terrible
But these are times of Paine
And they make life unbearable
All kinds of suffrage in this living
Find someone to be there
Better times to envision
These overshadowing events
and circumstances
Shape us into the individuals
We might one day grow to be
You say you’re making it
I’ve grown to become a college brat
I too am surviving
Maybe one of us
Will one day relax upon a better day
Other than that
There’s no wishing this weather away
How can I be what was never taught
The personality I sold
Was the image you all bought
And if I don’t fare through the night
It doesn’t mean it wasn’t a fair fight
Days I could see myself
Through your eyes
As a child flying a kite
So smile things will be alright
In a stand still moment
You ran away from home
Ambitious and following
The wrong scent
In depth I think
So my thoughts
Seem to rush the children away
It’s not that I preach
But I can’t afford to lose
So I push the obvious Pilgrim away
Gone silent, visually awry
Awaiting an angel to call me
Witnessed my shadow
Fall not far from me
Sympathetic exposure
Amidst the thunder and clouds
Is it okay to wonder aloud
Did I bring us
The worst of you and me
On my knees
I need your arms around me once more
A pint of Evan Williams by my side
Did I become vulnerable
Me or you whom shall we grieve
Don’t you wish things were wonderful
On my last stance
Until then and perhaps
This old man’s back may collapse
Takes a breath, for he’s not leaving
He relapses and keeps breathing
Form:
I often try to analyze the times
Trials and tribulations got me pacin',
trying to figure out my destination.
Can i raise the monument before i face decimation?
I'm sweatin', waitin', can't figure out what I'm doin'
Pursuin' an education, won't let this vessel be ruined
Kind of funny how i pay to play a game called success
and in the process hope that i will rise above the rest
Like i gotta win, but man, it feels like a sin
Everything i was given diggin' deep beneath the skin and
I wonder what it all felt like in the beginning
Supression; mind state and i'm descendin'
I often try to analyze the times
Trials and trubulations, look at what i'm facin'
Keep moving; i'm scared to pause, behind me is Satan
Dreams move quickly, that's why i'm racing
Running so hard that Reality is chasing
Behind me; there is no fate ahead of me, there is no enemy
There is no anything endlessly,
There is only me, my pen, my world, my girl and a melody
There are no hands on my clock to strangle freedom
There is no caged bird in this mind because i freed him
So when i rhyme, penstrokes paint Eden
Invoke a spirit and beam the suns rays of healin'
But the cruelty of scrutiny drives me to lunacy
Can't find a strategy
Gripping and clawing, trying to maintain sanity
A thousand arms in every direction grabbin' me
If I define my own lines, everyone's suddenly mad at me
This is not creativity, they call it heresy
Dang, I guess i need more clarity
I could give you this, I could give you that
I give my soul expressed through wisdom in the form of rap
Dreams move quickly, that's why I'm racin'
Running so hard that Reality is chasin'
There is no fate ahead of me, there is no enemy
The future is so heavenly, I've found my destiny,
Flow against the river of time; give me life
I give you a sliver of mine every time i write
Cradle the crescent, conceive the adolescent
Past and future coalesce, and I form the present
Beautiful
I remember being a young girl
Wanting to fit in
Thinking pounds of makeup would make me pretty
So unsure of myself
With no self-esteem
I had no clue
That just being me
Was more than enough
It was
Beautiful
Wanting so bad to fit in
I let myself believe that going by a different name
Would make me pretty
And make people want to be around me
So first I went by Gina,
Then I changed the spelling to Gena
Then to Jeanna
Not realizing that no one really cares how it is spelled
And no matter what
My real name is enough
It is
Beautiful
As I grew up
I began to learn
Friendship
Isn’t about quantity
It’s more about quality
It was a lesson I had to learn on my own
Through a lot of abuse
Being used most of the time
Yet among the users and abusers
Without realizing it there was a few
Who were true
With them though it wasn’t about the makeup
The hair or the name
It was about me
The real me
And from them and my family
I learned that
Just being my self is
Beautiful
So Gina, Gena and Jeanna well they are gone
It’s Jean now
And I am proud of that
I am proud of who I am
And even if I don’t have an army of friends
The ones I do have
I am happy to have because for the first time
I can honestly say
They are true friends
Who like me for me
And that right there
Is more than good it is
Beautiful
So now the makeup is minimal
Just enough to enhance the beauty that is already there
I wear my hair however I like
I don’t worry about fitting in
I believe that if it is meant to be then
It will be because I am being me
Not the person I used to think everyone wanted me to be
Now I know that
While the fake me yeah she was pretty
Where the real me is more
Because I am
Beautiful
By: Jean Bonella Shular
Here is to being who you are and loving it. Not letting anyone tell you who you
should be. Here is to being Beautiful.
To be locked away in prison, was such a scarey thought,
I've now been punished and accepted, it was all my own fault!
I had spent the last year, in a shadow of my past,
in denial of my loss, in hope our love would always last.
I abused my body intoxicating, it helped me to remain numb,
it's all I could do to keep going and still be around for my son.
But one thing I have realised, a lesson I have learnt,
is that all my troubles and worries, can be dealt with and now burnt.
Living in that shadow, passing one day to the next,
only blocked the pain and longing, It would never bring back my ex,
It could never bring him back, or change what went wrong,
detoxing my body helped me, to finally accept he had gone,
Gone only to another place, but still always in my heart,
I can look at our son and see Dan, we will never be apart.
My time in prison opened my eyes and really made me see,
from the stories of other inmates, there's a lot worse off than me,
Being raped and abused as children, when they were in their prime,
led them to turn to heroin, prostitution then murder the biggest crime!
But deep down we are all no different, we just couldn't deal with pain,
Its sad to hear the abusers, rarely got the blame.
I have now rediscovered and found the real and normal me,
prison has given me the perspective of how life should really be.
I am now a better person, time away has made me see,
the most important people in our lives are close friends and family.
I will no longer take life for granted and face what's thrown at me,
in the ways that I have learnt, when I am released and finally free.
I will cherish every moment and appreciate those there for me,
prison has made me realise, just how loved I can be.
I wrote this poem on behalf of my little sister, she has encountered yet battled through,
so much heartache and grief in the last few months.
I must be getting old,
beginning to hate the cold,
perhaps instinctively,subconsciously knowing
cold's connection to death,
I can hardly catch my breath,
smoking like a fiend
since I was fifteen,
knuckle enlarged and red,
the pounding in my head,
just wanting to take to my bed
but worried I might wake up dead,
sometimes I wake up confused, bemused
not knowing where I am
not recognizing the room
and feeling a sudden sense of doom
remembering the womb
and fearing the tomb...
one time I woke up and didn't
even know who I was:
complete amnesia for a few moments
some kind of mental seizure
my mind was blank as I wildly eyed the room
and tried and tried
to remember who-what-where,
a brief but horrific loss of my humanity,
a glimpse of pure insanity
heart gripping panic I won't soon forget
and yet...and yet
in my mind I am still young
while I try to reconcile the contrast between
that youth in my mind
with the passing of time
as I slowly slip my tongue
over the smooth gums
where once there were teeth
and the few I have left give me
nothing but grief
rotten and black
breaking in half
I spit out pieces that look like
they came from King Tut,
I keep my mouth shut
afraid to speak or smile
all the while
knowing the taste of death,
it's on my breath,
I grasp the depression that comes with age
and the impotence of elderly rage
and once again I see that child I once was,
blonde and tanned and running wild,
building castles on the beach,
skin hot and brown and hair sun-bleached,
my father carries me into the water,
gray haired man and tow-head daughter,
the surf is wild, churning 'round his legs
but his stride is true and brave
he lifts me me high above the waves
I hug his neck, he's in his prime
and now I wish I could turn back time
and stay there now and evermore
that endless summer at the shore
when I was five, or maybe four.