"depakote" poems - Hello Poetry

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.

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Dec 4, 2013

Dec 4, 2013 at 5:09 PM UTC

george-r-camacho

I Seize

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.

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If you stare out of a window Across a bleak garden some September morning If the neem tree in the garden reminds you of home Vast, old, timeless If you remember playing under a neem tree in Allahabad And you can almost hear the laughter of children as they play In the heat of a sultry afternoon in June And because the window is small and barred and cannot open Because you want to breathe freedom Because you want to shower without them watching Because you silently swallow your screams Because your mind is starting to get fuzzy Because your tongue is starting to slur Because you have started drooling Because your fingers shake when you write Because the words Ritalin Prozac Depakote Lithium Have started sounding like poetry Because you feel your resistance slowly dying Because you start to say the words they want to hear Because you know the glazed look in the eyes of others Is in your eyes too Because this confluence of muscle and bone is wasting Because you sleep for hours Because you now smile at your doctors Because you scream when the ECT paraphernalia is wheeled in Because no one cares Because once you’re labeled, you will be forever Because asylums were once freak shows Because asylum is not what it means You go back to staring Staring Staring Staring Staring Staring Staring Staring

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Feb 29, 2016

Feb 29, 2016 at 1:05 PM UTC

jhilmil-breckenridge

Staring

If you stare out of a window Across a bleak garden some September morning If the neem tree in the garden reminds you of home Vast, old, timeless If you remember playing under a neem tree in Allahabad And you can almost hear the laughter of children as they play In the heat of a sultry afternoon in June And because the window is small and barred and cannot open Because you want to breathe freedom Because you want to shower without them watching Because you silently swallow your screams Because your mind is starting to get fuzzy Because your tongue is starting to slur Because you have started drooling Because your fingers shake when you write Because the words Ritalin Prozac Depakote Lithium Have started sounding like poetry Because you feel your resistance slowly dying Because you start to say the words they want to hear Because you know the glazed look in the eyes of others Is in your eyes too Because this confluence of muscle and bone is wasting Because you sleep for hours Because you now smile at your doctors Because you scream when the ECT paraphernalia is wheeled in Because no one cares Because once you’re labeled, you will be forever Because asylums were once freak shows Because asylum is not what it means You go back to staring Staring Staring Staring Staring Staring Staring Staring

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I cry myself to sleep thinking of our last kiss dear god I hope I've never made someone else feel like this I once thought I found god in the bend of your spine I don't know why but you're the only thing that's ever made me feel alive there's a pack on the counter and it keeps screaming your name my comfort is empty hallways, I know they feel the same everything I write has your name between the lines the only days I could breathe right were when you were mine sometimes I see your ghost laying in my empty bed for all of this pain, I think there's something to be said the echo of your voice is a reminder I really hate when I hear it I know I better call my shrink up before it's too late depakote, klonopin, ambien, prozac dear god if you're there, tell me where my head's at do her hands feel better in yours than mine I'm sorry this is so messy but I have to get it down in time I'm sick of people on main street asking me what I'm crying about I make a fist and tell them a loves a love until it burns itself out.

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Jan 23, 2015

Jan 23, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC

chooper454

(a love's a love until it burns itself out)

I cry myself to sleep thinking of our last kiss dear god I hope I've never made someone else feel like this I once thought I found god in the bend of your spine I don't know why but you're the only thing that's ever made me feel alive there's a pack on the counter and it keeps screaming your name my comfort is empty hallways, I know they feel the same everything I write has your name between the lines the only days I could breathe right were when you were mine sometimes I see your ghost laying in my empty bed for all of this pain, I think there's something to be said the echo of your voice is a reminder I really hate when I hear it I know I better call my shrink up before it's too late depakote, klonopin, ambien, prozac dear god if you're there, tell me where my head's at do her hands feel better in yours than mine I'm sorry this is so messy but I have to get it down in time I'm sick of people on main street asking me what I'm crying about I make a fist and tell them a loves a love until it burns itself out.

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I'm a fast talker, amazing lover Poor loser, kiss stealer Shoplifter, job quitter Impulsive as hell, can't concentrate for **** Mood swings and insomnia Try some Lithium you'll fell better Tremors in my hands, can't get my **** up Stomach pains, dizzy as **** Depakote this should work Double vision, hair is falling out Uncoordinated, moody *** ***** Tegretol Saphris Abilify Kapvay, so much more but my mind is sore I'm on top off the world I have it all I'm perfect look at me I'm going to become a famous poet, no a famous actor, no a famous director I'm useless, ugly, fat unspecified Nobody cares about me anyway Look at me I 'm beautiful I feel great today Let's paint the living room its only 3 am

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Feb 28, 2017

Feb 28, 2017 at 4:56 AM UTC

flawless-contradictions-1

Manic Painting at 3 AM

I'm a fast talker, amazing lover Poor loser, kiss stealer Shoplifter, job quitter Impulsive as hell, can't concentrate for **** Mood swings and insomnia Try some Lithium you'll fell better Tremors in my hands, can't get my **** up Stomach pains, dizzy as **** Depakote this should work Double vision, hair is falling out Uncoordinated, moody *** ***** Tegretol Saphris Abilify Kapvay, so much more but my mind is sore I'm on top off the world I have it all I'm perfect look at me I'm going to become a famous poet, no a famous actor, no a famous director I'm useless, ugly, fat unspecified Nobody cares about me anyway Look at me I 'm beautiful I feel great today Let's paint the living room its only 3 am

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