The sun is shining brightly, on a gorgeous morning day. My soul is happy and joyful. The birds are singing in my ears, and the songs they sing are beautiful. Flying cheerfully, and freely, in blue skies that are so gorgeous. They flit and swoop, glide and climb, whilst enjoying the sunshine of the day. Butterflies hover around us and the outstanding colors they have. They share their happiness with us, so we share it with others too.
Look at me
even if its not with ur eyes
turn ur body to me
even if its not genuine
make me think you care
caress my hair
even if its tightly wrapped around ur fingers
promise to keep holding me
and ill hide my feelings
like the marks i secretly tell u to leave
feel me
while i move through the regret
of telling u to come back
pay attention and
ill say i love it
because its the only way u notice
why don't u just look
i just want to be seen
people who work
don’t have homework after work
students are in school six hours a day
all their work should be done there
after school should be a time for play
for the workers and their children
not time to spend on homework
that should have been done in school
witness protection
I don’t think I could do it
no contact ever
you can’t call your mom
cannot let your best friend know where you are
will never hear their voices again
cannot send them a letter
there is no time to say goodbye to grandma
I hope that I never witness a murder
TV commercials interest me now
I can watch the same one nine times in a row
And still not know what they are selling
Is it my age? My eyesight? My hearing?
Or are commercial writers really bad now?
I'M A UNSUCCESSFUL PERSON,
WHO CANT EVEN TAKE STAND FOR HERSELF.
I'M A QUITE PERSON,
WITH THOUSANDS OF THOUGHT RUNNING,
IN MY MIND.
I'M A TOUGH PERSON,
WITH FULL OF EMOTIONS BEATING,
MY HEART FAST.
I'M THE FACE OF HAPPY PERSON,
WITH UNHAAPY FEEL,
MAKING ME HURT.
I'M STRONG PERSON,
WEAK FROM INSIDE,
HIDING MYSELF TO THE WORLD.
When I am silent, I would love to hide my feelings
But I hide absolutely nothing
Feelings pop out of my face like measles
Or pimples if am feeling irritated, grouchy, angry or sad.
Everyone is not an empath
But you do not have to be sensitive to read me
I am no poker face; I have tremendous tells
Silence has become one of my main reactions
To anger, sadness, irritability
Or if I feel someone is a moron, which happens more frequently these days
I use silence most of the time
Enthusiasm, excitement and joy plunge me out of silence
MY FEELINGS OF LONELINESS AND ABANDONMENT HAVE METASTASIZED THROUGHOUT MY BODY.
THE RUSH OF EMOTIONS AND SORROW FLUCTUATE EVERY DAY, SOMETIMES EVERY SECOND.
I STAY AWAY FROM MALIGNANT RELATIONSHIPS AND ATTEMPT TO CREATE A SAFE SPACE TO COPE.
IT'S HARD TO LIVE WITH POST-TRAUMATIC STRESS AND BORDERLINE PERSONALITY DISORDER.
I AWAIT TO SEE WHAT THIS DAY HAS IN STORE......
My feelings are so pure and intense—they travel through time. They can be easily dispersed and dismissed as nothing by my schizophrenia, my illness.
Can there be light? Yes, perhaps. These thoughts keep bothering me. After exercising, my head feels fuzzy. My throat is dry, craving a taste of sugar due to my Type II diabetes. I struggle to breathe when I sleep because of sleep apnea.
My world is overwhelming! My feelings are so pure and intense—they travel through time. They can be easily dispersed and dismissed as nothing by my schizophrenia, my illness.
Can there be light? Yes, perhaps.
"The pretty rose has thorns to keep her safe." Quote By Poet
Who will keep me safe like thorns on a rose?
Only skin to protect my feelings.
I love my birthday badly
will welcome my friends gladly
they will come in twos and threes
bringing along September breeze
I do not like chocolate cake
pie and cheeses is what I will make
the gifts will pile up at the door
there will be gag presents and much more
I am a September baby, living her dream
fulfilling my own wishes, poet supreme
writing my feelings, down on a page
showing my sassiness, my feelings and my rage.
The words come so easily, and prettily too.
You want to come to the party? Well, why don’t you?
There is room for another guest always at my home.
Where I currently sit, writing this little poem.
electoral college is a sad joke
voting is a bust for me
stealing my dignity
If I get lost in these words
Please forgive my style
Life has been bittersweet
Not knowing reality
For even the longest while
I struggle
I pray
Still no peace in sight
Imagine being a good person
Ran through
Remnants of disaster
And thrown away money spent
Still yet I try
This poem made me feel powerful and less lonely
Gave me permission to drag out my own macabre feelings
I found myself flying toward brilliance, enjoying “bat on the wing”
In a way, I felt this was written for me exclusively
A secret pact between me and the songwriter
“no moonlight for me’ is the way I feel on my darkest day
It is wonderful to know I am no longer alone.
Not quite red, sometimes pinkish, orange has a tangy freshness.
Adding the prettiest accents to Halloween, October, and fall festivals.
My favorite sweatshirt, broom, sweater, shirt, and chair are this color.
She perks me up, delights me, and keeps me jazzy and sassy.
Orange inspires me, reassures me, uplifts me, and enthuses me.
Wendy Witch and Jessica Rabbit both sport orange hair.
Orange is the first paint color I run out of every two months.
She puts a sparkle in my step, and exuberance in my brush.
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