"consol" poems
I am your protection
The crack in your voice when you
Begin to cry is held together by my
Love
I am your protection
The pain that you feel is shared between us so you won't hurt
I would never want to see you hurt
I am your protection
The sting of the painful memories is soothed by my desire to take care of you
My desire to help you
My desire to consol you
My desire..to protect you
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
My heart is very heavy today
For a great poet is lost along the way
His words where always mesmerizing
That is not surprising
For every poem was a gem
For in every poem there are little pieces of him
He laid his heart open for all of us to see
A poet like him, will never again be
I feel very humbled that he took the time to consol us, before his finale journey
Now I must end this poem, for my eyes are just to blurry
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 12:39 PM UTC
MY MEDICATION WORKS, BUT WHAT DO YOU DO ABOUT SIDE EFFECTS
WELL, IF YA SIDE EFFECT IS MOVING HANDS, DO SOMETHING CREATIVE LIKE I DO
TO TAKE THE ADNOMALITIES OUT OF YOUR HANDS
IF YA SIDE EFFECTS ARE MAKING YA HUNGRY
GET HYPED UP AND WRITE STORY BY STORY ABOUT YOUR LIFE
INSTEAD OF DWELL IN EACH ASPECT OF YOUR PAST
IF YA SIDE EFFECTS MAKE YOU ANGRY AT YOUR VOICES
TRY AND WORK THROUGH IT, LIKE YOU ARE ALWAYS GOING TO **** OFF SOME POOR SOUL
WHETHER YOU MEAN IT OR NOT
IF YOUR SIDE EFFECTS MEAN YOU ARE JUMPY
JUST WRITE STORIES AND DO ART, TO REL;AX YOURSELF
IF YA SIDE EFFECTS HAS VOICES SAYING YOUR JUST AS MESSED UP AS THE NEXT PERSON
JUST, TRY AND DROWN YOUR VOICES IN A GOOD BOOK, A DVD BLURAY
GAMES CONSOL, TAPESTRY YOUTUBE SPORT ON TELEVISION OR ANY OTHER TV SHOW
AND IF YA MEDICATION HAS VOICES SAYING, DON’T TAKE YOUR MEDICATION THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH YA
LOOK AT THE BIG PICTURE, TRY TO WRITE PROBLEMS AND DELLUSIONS OUT OF YA
IF YOU ARE HEARING PEOPLE RIOT OUTSIDE, THE BEST THING IS THINK THEY ARE PARTYING
DOESN’T ALWAYS WORK, BUT REALLY THINKING POSITIVELY ABOUT PEOPLE OUTSIDE IS MUCH BETTER
THAT THINKING THEY ARE RIOTING OUTSIDE, MY MATE THINKS THEY ARE RIOTING,
HE SAYS HE IS TRUTHFUL, BUT HE’S NEGATIVE, BUT THINK PEOPLE ARE PARTYING
IF YOU HAVE SIDE EFFECTS OF THE DEAD TEASING YOU, WRITE THE POSITIVE STORY
OUT OF YOU, TO SAY, THAT SLIM DUSTY IS ALIVE AND WELL, AND LIVING IN MY HEAD
I WOULD LOVE TO HAVE A BEER WITH SLIM HERE
YEAH I WOULD LOVE TO HAVE A BEER WITH SLIM
BUT WITH MY MEDICATION AND MY PAST
IT COULD BRING DELLUSIONAL VOICES AGAIN
AND SEND ME TO THE PSYCH WARD, WHERE THE CRAZY PEOPLE ARE
BUT THEY ARE ONLY CRAZY CAUSE THE SYSTEM DOESN’T LIKE THEM
FROM A ****** FAR
SO I CHUCK A METHANE SMOOTHIE ON DAD YEAH
AND SAY HAVE A GREAT NEXT LIFE
SLIM DUSTY IS ALIVE AND WELL AND LIVING IN MY HEAD
CAUSE I SING ABOUT PARTYING, AND I PARTY IN FRONT OF THE COMPUTER
LIKE A COOL DUDE DOES
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC
Bruised ribs I'm sleepless walking down this dusty road
Lost in thought over my dead weight but I just can't shoulder the load
And I tried to run it over my tight tongue in the bathroom
Singing quiet hymns to consol myself praying to god that now isn't too soon
And I see it in my eyes head on in the mirror
I can hear it in my constant questioning trying to understand why the path isn't clearer
But I'm no nearer to understanding than I am to touching my elbow with my tongue
I'm no closer to letting someone in than to embracing who I've become
And my need to run
And I'd like to see the light behind your bright eyes dancing on my skin
I'd like to risk the burn just to try and let you in
Warm arms and broad smile
Sit down and tell me to stay a while
I think I could pause for you
I think I could stop worrying about what I should do
Just staring into your kind eyes
Trying to figure out why that flame never dies
But here I am thin skined thing trying to protect my arteries
Laying alone broken in bed over how others seem to have responded to me
Like I've been sent out to sea on this twin bed in my sleep
Awakened in waves too caught off guard and timid to make that leap
So I'll sink my tired skeleton into the frame work of this mattress
And try to decompress my heavy head and restless mind
They say if you seek you'll find
And I'd like to find that light that lives behind your eyes inside my own skin
I'd like to risk the bruising and breaking just to try and let you in
Warm arms and broad smile
Sit down and tell me to stay a while
I think I could pause for you
I think I could stop worrying about what I should do
Just staring into your kind eyes
Trying to figure out why that flame never dies
But here I stand, Fire eyed girl that I am
spitting venom declaring I belong to no man
I am not who I used be and it's plain to see when I look at you
And think of all the damage I could do
Hoping that maybe some things aren't too good to be true
So if that's true,
And I'd like to see the light behind your bright eyes dancing on my skin
I'd like to risk the bruising just to try and let you in
Warm arms and broad smile
Sit down and tell me to stay a while
I think I could pause for you
I think I could stop worrying about what I should do
Just staring into your kind eyes
Trying to figure out why that flame never dies.
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 12:20 AM UTC
Losing my mom before my 30's taught me a lot about life. It's short. Short in the "she was in remission for eight years, there's no way it could come back" short. Because it did. Come back.
It showed me what it feels like when the air is physically ****** out of the room - the feeling of a soul leaving the body. And that even the most private of people may still want their family surrounding them during their last breaths. It taught me how to administer the correct amount of morphine, consol a father who is inconsolable and pick the "perfect" urn. I learned there is a part of myself I will never get back because I was a part of her and she a part of me.
I will never just 'get over this.'
Somedays I feel like no one remembers or cares and for that Mom, I am sorry.
I know you're never coming back but I still somehow hold onto a small sliver of hope that you will.
And when I realize you're not,
The wave hits me again.
And again
Onto my *** and each time
It becomes harder and harder to stand back up.
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 10:29 PM UTC