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 Dec 2016 Muse
typhany
i don't want to
have these
bipolar
conversations
where i threaten,
and apologize,
and demand,
and apologize
again

i don't mean to take you
through the ringer
to make you see violence
and mood swings

i don't mean to scare you
when i don't take
my medicine
i don't mean to scare you
when i cry
for hours
i don't mean to scare you
when i scream
and punch things

i never meant to
do those things
like keying your car

i never meant to
drop everything
and go across multiple state lines
with no plans
at all

i never meant to hurt myself
until my arms
were coated in scars

for all of the times
i self-medicated
poked myself with needles
and drank away my pain,
i'm sorry
i shouldn't have taken so many xanax
you're right
i was wrong
again

i never meant for you to be
my caretaker
i hate those words
caretaker
i should be able
to take care
of myself

i'm sorry i am not managing this illness
i am very
very
ill

i'm sorry for the times
i couldn't get out of bed
couldn't eat,
couldn't move
couldn't go to work

i'm sorry for the times
i made tons of post-it notes
filled journals with ideas
bought calendars
and organization tools

i'm sorry for getting your hopes up
i really thought i could do it this time

i'm sorry for my diagnosis
i'm sorry i didn't understand how serious this is

i didn't ask to be bipolar
i didn't ask to be born

i make cases for myself
in my head
but they're all filed as
crazy

i'm sorry i was delusional
paranoid
and afraid

i'm sorry for the drug binges

i'm sorry for melting
fading
burning
and still coming back
alive

these low lows
and high highs

you've been through the ringer

when you're only supposed to be
support, a resource of compassion...
you had to be a caretaker

you didn't ask for this
and neither did i

i sometimes questioned if it was harder on you
to live with someone with bipolar disorder
than it was for me
to live with bipolar disorder

you wanted to save me
but you realized
that i can only save myself

now i'm drowning
and my lifeline is gone

i'm trying to learn to swim
i just hope i do it
before i sink

i'm sorry for all of the ****** poetry
i made you read

i'm sorry
idk venting
 Nov 2016 Muse
Sarah Kunz
Cadaverous crotchety gouged out eyes.
Scalped trite and malnourished minds.
Where am I? What has this land become?
My vessel is gutted galled and splayed out upon the enflamed remains of our democracy.
I try to embody the equanimity peaceful   qualities of the lulling Gandhi characters before me...
But ****, I am angry, jolted and saturated in shock in fear.
Being an advocate for the people so dismissively marginalized, is what brings substance to my life.
I look into the eyes of my mirthful clients and future students, my heart winces.
How did I allow this to happen to you?  
A man who so boastfully incinerates and debased the citizens of our land with his farcical vitriol, is no man at all but merely an unsightly shrew, cozily cosseted in his world of soot and pooh.
The bosky gorgeous land we inhabit sobs in noxious fright.
To be despoiled and berated as some "natural right" splintered and tainted to allow the green cash river flow into the dubious maw of the man with no dignity to show.
A man who preens such a degenerated mindset is only aptest to a society in shambles.
Our global haimish home yearns for the equilibrium from which it was born.
In such a seeded tumultuous time my heart is seeped in reverberating sorrow.
Let your love and purity coat your vessel, do not let this barbaric man permeate your soul.
Hold steadfast to the testament of our land
True revolution is budded from a web of genuine connection, not devise brandished weapons.
Don't shroud yourself in misery, break free and be prepared to encite love with your authenticity.
 Nov 2016 Muse
Ovi-Odiete
OH MOON DIVINE

Eyes that shine as bright as solemn glow
That pierces through cosmic thin air
Watch earth closely
Guide and soothe her bleeding heart


OH MOON METAL

Eyes that enchants a bewildered earth
That collides through sea of skies beyond
Watch earth closely
Shine, radiate her miseries away


OH LUNA QUEEN OF BLISS

Eyes that formed from God's wondrous grace
That sits and transverse under heaven's view
Watch us closely
Rock us to sleep under our Creator's bliss


Ovi Odiete©
 Nov 2016 Muse
RH 78
Better life
 Nov 2016 Muse
RH 78
For Crown and for the country
For peace and for democracy
All for a better life

They stepped into the unknown
They left their families behind
All for a better life

Dreams were shattered, people lost.
The result was at a human cost.
All for a better life

Fields without a crop to show
Fields where man did drop
All for a better life

White stones to remember
White stones for respect
All for a better life

The tears we've shed
The Poppy's we wear
We thank you for a better life
Thinking of my great grandad today. A driver during WW1. RIP Leonard William Hughes. Royal signals 1912/1916.
 Sep 2016 Muse
Ovi-Odiete
today, the sky smells dark and it's pouring out all her tears on earth

Earth oh Earth dances to the blossoming wet tears from Sky

*Ovi Odiete©
I have been travelling to and Fro and as a result, I've been off site for a while.
Hopefully I'm back and I have a long reading to do. Please bear with me, I'll start commenting soon
Regards
Ovi
 Sep 2016 Muse
Rob Rutledge
The wise are always troubled
And the troubled seldom sleep.
For the path is dark,
The shadow's deep.
The past imparts pressure,
Weary woe-marked feet.

The pillow lays drenched.
Sweat beads billow flames of fear.
The sound of all our choices
Rung clear for all to hear.
The cries of countless voices
Found close to passing ears
But ghosts weep most in whispers,
Lest the living hear their tears.
 Sep 2016 Muse
Atrisia
i'm a long way from home,
life sends me afloat through time,
it disrupts the foundation of my fears,
cools down the effect of my bad decision
swirls around my achievements in celebration,
rises above problems i need not face.
I'm at peace, yet still a long way from home.

my being turns to vapour,
i can't find me
reappears upon a throne of my great deeds
i am at ease.
the past, a heap of success upon success
the future, a cotton candy ball of opportunity
its like disaster is an unproven theory,
 Aug 2016 Muse
typhany
could you?
 Aug 2016 Muse
typhany
if i cut my hand open
and bled out
on to the page
for you
and you alone;
would you love me?

if i spewed
endless streams
of hideous
and beautiful
words;
would you love me?

if i dressed up
the right letters,
if i made them look
light enough
to hide the dark;
would you love me?
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