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My life escaped the hourglass
By Casting your silhouette
With my shadow....
It was always about you....

My life whirls in the cyclone
By Blending your illusion
With my hallucination....
It is always about you....

My life will crave the moments
By harmonizing your memories
With my doom....
And
It will be always about you....
I seize in the day, I seize in the night

Convulsions plague me throughout my life

  The stiffness comes, And then it goes

But the worst is afterward, when I’ve discovered that my friends can turn into foes

The mere sight of it has scared them off

As a result they laugh, taunt and scoff

I seize in the day, I seize in the night

Medicines plague me throughout my life

The neurologist says “Let’s try this one”

Dilatin, Depakote, Tegretol, Topamax

They try my last nerve, Until finally I say

“Haven’t you tried enough on me, you quacks?!?”

I seize in the day ,I seize in the night

Must I wear a “dogtag” for all my life?

This little tag, on my necklace, it labels me

Can’t you see the medical symbol and on the other side in big bold letters “EPILEPSY”

It’s a ****** on the self-esteem

It’s a reminder that I belong to a different regime

One of a nature gone to extremes, If that is what I let it be

I seize in the day,  I seize in the night

I don’t give up, I say to my brain and my soul, “Fight, Fight, FIGHT!”

I’m frustrated and don’t give up
Although there are times when I want to, I don’t.

I’ve been a fighter from the day I was born

And in the heat of this battle of neurons and neurologists

My determination and perseverance were forged.

The more I seized, the more I fought

Through the trauma of it all, lessons were learned and taught

And the more I seized, the more I realized

  That Epilepsy was a lesson in Serenity.
Who do you think you are!
You clawed your way between my breast
Picked away through my rib cage
Grabbed my heart with both hands
Occupied every inch of it
Claimed me as your own to everyone but me
Guarded away the interest of others

Who do you think you are!
You didn’t even attempt to close the wound
Abandoned my love on a shelf
Left to gather dust
Left to find it’s own way back
So I ask

Who do you think you are?
Cause you’re not the “big” man you’ve fooled everyone else into believing.
As you read this
Know that I am near

You may not see me
Nor will you hear

But trust me when I tell you,
Place your hand on your heart

Inside--that beating
Is me playing my part

With each thump that's felt
And the space in between

There my love resides
For only you, witnessing the unseen

© JL Smith
Yes!Yes!
I am ambitious,
At least not pretentious.
I want success,
To top positions access.
I want to make more than enough,
Dough,
To uplift those lesser,
To be better.
I want to help those students who are brilliant but cannot afford good education.
 Apr 2018 Desmond the poet
saige
wild onions and wet dirt
fresh-cut grass and
did you have to
mow the buttercups?
your marble eyes
roll so easily
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