I read poems in the dark,
Managing to make sense of the work.

She brought a lantern
And illuminated the words,
Bringing me
To a new light.

Step one: DONT DO ****
(Especially if this mental disorder is really a drug induced psychosis causewd by **** with a hint of illuminate induced fibrosis)( but we don't talk about that)
Step two: if step one fails don't panic
Step three: stay cool don't get frantic
You may have increased the voices HP
from 87 to a million plus three
Strength doesn't matter just remember this key
1. The voices are not you friends
They want to see you hurt
Screaming for the pain to end
Through minipulation and lies
They get your trust on their side
Just to beat you down
Chained, whipped, and gag tied
2. They will always try to bully you
Don't react that is a bully's food
Train your brain to not care about a thing, it's strange to not care but caring will just lead you to a knife and a vein just screaming for them to go away
But the more you threaten the more they gain.
3.(step3 maybe??). Try not to give them the time of day use books or music to keep them away. And if you feel a need to reply a witty insult or a your mom joke will do just fine
(Refer to section 2 not caring)
4. As you can see I am as sane as sane can be, or at I appear to be on the outside at least.

Follow these steps and I promise the progress that you profoundly seek
Will be in you grasps within a week
You you money back( no guarantee)

raindrops faintly laughing as they prance
                                                along the leaves
watercress dancing gently twirling slowly
                                                          in the creek
a deer’s neck softly brushing like a whisper
                                                           against a tree
the sun is rising in the forest with hushed tones
                                                             of red on green
a brusk barista whose soul is wounded wants to cry
                                                               but bravely greets
the first blush of sweet dawn's morning ignites resplendent
                                                     ­                             things unseen
                                 

©2016janetaylor

We were always taking scissors to our paper hearts—
Cutting shapes to let the light in,
Then throwing the scraps like confetti, though,
They fell more like rain.
We just wanted to feel something,
But now we're puppets without strings—
We spent so much time trying to get free,
We never dreamed of where we'd go,
Or if we'd go there together.
Now I'm tangled in your goodbyes and telephone wires;
There's a hole in my chest where yours used to touch.
I see your face when I look in the mirror,
As if I've forgotten whose shadow was sewn to the soles of my feet.
I carry you with me—maybe out of habit,
Maybe out of love.
To be honest, I can't tell them apart;
I don't think I ever could.
When you see the moon
Illuminate the fog,
Comforted by the creak of your porch swing,
Do you miss me?

If dreamed any harder
Vivid light would fade away
Under the ecstasy of color
That would illuminate the day

Oh, what we're taught
Versus what we bought.
Lies in the lines
Spewing from the top.

Now we're all confused
mind tampering by fluoride
They say it's not abuse
kind of like being beaten at Occupy

The world needs a muse
better than Beyonce
I'm not saying I will light the fuse
I'm just saying what they're not saying.

It is up to us to choose
If it is our game or theirs we're playing
Because if it's left up to you
Is it even your words you're saying??

My balance is often complicated by the complex complications of construed situations.
The uncensored limitations, the spiteful aggravation; they think these are indications that I should melt with temptation through my frustration.
But if you felt my vibration, it would send you to the sky, where I am stationed.
I could never be what you want me to be in your dreams,
it seems that the seams to my soul are more than what you see them to be.
You don't see me. I became transparent,
hold me to the light for my transparency
to be clear to read.
Clarity will arrive here when your conscience calls and you appear.
My heart blends in the healing water that has a hallow father.
He is the fire that breeds these things that allow me to bleed and be these words that you see.
My balance is often complicated
but I have never once waited to be rejuvenated.
The light of the moon
illuminated my sight through my doom.
I dance with the stars and i hope we all meet soon,
so that we can bloom
as these words fill up the space
in this 4 cornered room.

-L.G

Every sunrise is a new awakening
Illuminating the intellect with power
To dispel darkness from the world
Embracing every heart with its warmth
And nurturing love to full blown flowers
Making this celestial garden resplendent
Its beautiful rays prancing in every particle
Holding the brightness of the sun, within