Having a seizure is like falling
losing all sense of direction
Feeling as though your body is battering
Itself in a sense of constant emergency
Feeling as though you're in danger of shattering.

Having a seizure revolutionizes the definition of the word pain
When your brain starts to buzz
And your blood starts to boil
You lose all your faith in the world once loyal

I was in class one day writing a story while i was supposed to be listening
The world that day seemed to be glistening
But then it began
It's like my heart got up and ran
I thought i had it but then it slipped through my fingers like sand

It's hard to explain but i'll give it a try.
Have you ever wondered what it feels like to die
When your body gives way and screams out for help
When it feels like something is Tearing through every inch of your body as if trying like hell to make your insides become out

To have a seizure is to know vulnerability
To make your body a breeding ground for hostility
When you fall to the floor and lose your sense of movement
Your back arching so far St. Louis would make you a monument

The body is savage
Inflicting maximum damage
As electricity coursed through my body and lets me know that i am his

I was walking down the hallway one day and this girl i had just met stop me
She had grabbed my arm
I didn't know she was there so i was bound to give her the stare
The one that says daddy didn't raise no fool
She stuck her face real close to mine and said
Hiiiii
Condescending and quite rude but go with it
I said hi back and we talked about our class we had together
And then i said it


Sorry i have to go i have to get to my college class now
And then the world slowed down as she said to me
Wow I just assumed you were *******

And in what i think is a natural response
I wanted to deck her so hard she wouldn't be able to get back up.
But the devil lost that day and i simply said No and walked away

She wasn't the first of offenders
Sometimes i wish society could be censored
But instead i let them find bliss in their ignorance

The next time you laugh and say
“Dude are you having a seizure ,”
The answer is no because if they were
they’d know what it feels like to fall

I can write yet I can't speak
I am strong yet I'm weak
I can express my thoughts on this page
Yet I am truly hesitant of the stage

My thoughts abound
Yet my voice finds no sound
I am quiet within the roars of crowds
Yet my mind soars above clouds

Though at times I wish to change
And my silent voice rearrange
I'm more creative due to compliance
I hear more due to silence

I remain humble behind the scenes
Trapped in the confines of my dreams
Whether by fear or by choice
I possess a silent voice

I heard you singing
oh what a melody
awakening me
to cool clearness
to a fresh nearness
and peaceful resonance
with the preciousness
of Earth.

Contrast the days of anger
creeping and seeping into me
in such stupid little things
as an unscrewable top
a ***** fork dropped
a page that wouldn't turn
a candle I couldn't burn
talking barking heads
fomenting darkness
and dread.

Last night I saw your sympathy and sadness
as I poured out my madness
into the bowl of your heart
threads in me torn apart
dangling jangling my nerves
and knotting my stomach
but there you sat calmly listening
your eyes glistening
full of understanding and love

oh what grace
what a delicate lace
woven of affection  
through you
from above
to cure my affliction
to settle me
into my soul
into that sacred soil
where heaven is sprouting
right there below my doubting.

And so this morning
from the tendrils of my sleeping
I heard singing
the larks and love
God and Earth are bringing
and dancing behind my eyes

until they opened
and beheld
an ever burgeoning
ever startling
spring.

Your words speak to me,
They let me know
There is somebody else like me.
Your words are art to my eyes.
Floating figures from an alternate reality.
Touching my thoughts.
Whispering in my dreams.

Doesn't anybody anymore,
Pay attention to the rules of the land?
It seems people have given up
On abiding by rules which
Were developed decades, nay
From CENTURIES ago.
An entire encyclopedia,
At our fingertips, for our use,
And we can not see it for the keys.
Nothing is hidden from view.
We have spell check, and
We have grammar check.
In our zeal, we choose to ignore.
We have a thesaurus within our grasp.
We have the ability to count to ten.
And just like everything else in life...
...we have given up on rhyme, and meter.
When will we ever learn,
That some things in life,
Are best left to tradition.
And we should become progressive,
In our thoughts on paper.
Inclusive of Meter, MAYBE to rhyme.
And bring that progression into life.
Not to wither and die on paper,
In a dusty old library of old thoughts and deeds.

Seated, flipping through stories
Some cause a grin, but you're not pulled into any
A yawn, a stretch, and your eyes meet mine
The curving of your lips; butterflies inside me, so many

Sinful grin. Dark eyes.
A hungry soul, you know why
A beckon in pantomime, and I follow command
This moment. Such a high!

Magnetic gaze. Distances distanced.
Arms around close the bait
Pursed lips, not a word spoken
But love begins to communicate

Emotions rise, a tear falls
A thumb to the cheek, foreheads meet
A kiss on the temple, the warmest hug
A moment, forever. Could anything be this sweet?