"repairer" poems
Its the feeling you get when your mind is a war zone, a warped home where grimmy thoughts roam, with no guidance or support zone, your so frightened to fight it on your own. More poems of suicide and self harm, you ever dreamt you died and felt calm? Just a truant mind with health crimes, help cant cure a ruined life in Hell's palms. You fell in to a ditch and because of it popping bottles of pills that you mixing your ***** with, then nodding off a bit picturing god and all of it, a doctors on the phone telling you to ***** it. Consistently monitored, the alcohol, the quiting , the six, seven seizures, its the moment a schizophrenic freezes, hearing a voice that whispers when it pleases, the vigilant bulimic, the obsessive and compulsive,the bipolar mood swing and stomach ulcers. Its the hidden issues that the medicine alters. Its the judgmental that the depression repulses ,the anxiety, the psychs with the notes, the post traumatic stress and the vices to cope. The prices of dope,the ice in the pipe that you smoke. The knife the rope, the temptation of slicing your throat. Its the stigma determined to scare you, when the bourbon your served is your urgent repairer. When not feeling nervous becomes rarer and your mom quits her job to become your permanent carer. Its the psychotic episodes, the days that you lost seeking help, but being crazy isn't something I am ashamed to admit, so stay strong anybody who relates to this, please.
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 9:58 PM UTC
this morning I found my computer had been hacker attacked
is there a way that a hacker can be tracked
my friendly computer repairer is going to have a look for me
to see what the attacker has stolen from me
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 6:08 PM UTC
remember when we talked
at all hours of the night
such a time ago when
you needed me
a body to listen
to hum in understanding
nod along to your plans
chatter idly in the night
you wanted me
a mind to comprehend
to feel your pain
be filled with sorrow
mend with great care
it's all i ever was
to you and to you
but an outlet for your fears
a face with barely a name
a fixer
a mender
a repairer of broken dreams
someone to piece you back
when your tears fell too hard
and the levies broke
and dams collapsed
when no one else heard your shouts
turn to cries
turn to knives
but when the bones had been set
and the tears laid to rest
you hid yourself away
forgot my hint of a name
and laid our friendship away.
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 2:35 AM UTC
God the problem solver,
The repairer of the breach
And restorer of all things.
Like with the repairman
That fixes broken items,
I am learning to give
My problems to you Lord.
For the power of restoration
Is in your hands.
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 9:21 AM UTC
BROKEN HEARTS MEND
To mend a broken heart, a few magical ingredients are needed.
An operation that no surgeon can perform.
Firstly, ****** a strand of cupid's hair.
Thread it through a needle made from the tiny sinews from the wings that the bright blue butterfly donated to your cause.
You must hold the damaged heart gently, between the mender's fingertips.
While the repairer's daughter clutches the magnifying glass,steadily.
The owner of the heart begins to stitch.
Tenderly fixing the furrows that gape.
All possible care duly given, eliciting the right solution.
A word in the ear of the white witch of love and then the magic takes it's effect.
Across the crowded room a smile is a stretched.
She's stunning the lady.
The lady whose heart was mended in a similar way a number of months ago.
Two smiles meet.
The magic worked.
And they said it was just an old wives tale!
(C) Livvi
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 5:06 PM UTC