"squeeky" poems
Moments of sanity, stark and white
Glistening clarity, clearly bright,
Dreadful slowness bogging down
Head confusion's clogged and brown.
Pulsing pain behind the eye
Ever there, ever dry,
Concentration...How do I?
When this very sky...does fry.
Fight the fight and slug it out
Hold proceedures stolid route,
Step by step with gritted teeth
Despite the liquified... beneath.
Confidence... important toy
Utilize illusions ploy,
Keep the basic image sound,
Keep control's facade well found.
Struggle with the swirling mist
Make the sliding brain persist,
Make each step a simple move
Trust it all just might...improve.
Keep it calm, stay serene
Keep contention squeeky clean,
Take the pills, breath the air,
Another day you might be there?
Hold her close and kiss her hair,
It's her warm strength which blocks despair,
She's the rock that holds me tight
Holds at bay this ******* fright.
Fight the fight and stall for time
Take the pills, appear sublime,
Concentrate as best you can
Wear the strokes ...as history man!
Marshalg
Victoria Park Tunnel
25 September 2010
Sep 24, 2010
Sep 24, 2010 at 7:40 PM UTC
The squeeky wiper wakes me
the windscreens already dry
No lights in sight for miles
and I've come down from my high
Noisy nonsense in my head
frustrates me to death
the crazyness of it all
cannot be told in one breath
The capital S ruins me
but, the man finally stands
Because since he did it
he no longer holds the world in his hands
Shoulders can grow stronger
and skin so much thicker
but no one can weave through your thoughts
from the place you call your wicker.
The capital S ruins me
and I dwindle away
there is nothing left to do
nothing meaningful to say
Pictured this so different
but it blew up in my face
not leaving would leave a gap in me
but staying, just a little space
You mirrored me as I plead my case
It was a rational knee **** reaction
but right then me without you
was the only right subtraction
The Capital S dominates me
It has inherited my hateful soul
for once I was broken
now I am an empty barren hole.
Jul 6, 2012
Jul 6, 2012 at 11:59 AM UTC
How strange to say I hardly
remember that month at all.
The diagnosis is
muddled.
It's funny to think I've been out of the hospital for two weeks,
and in it for two months, and that I've got a
bright-squeeky-new-and-shiny
diagnosis to take home with me, or two
or three.
And the psychiatrist says these things run in fours-run in packs-run together forever (maybe)
and ticks them off his fingers
1. Panic disorder
2. Eating disorder
3. Bipolar disorder
4. ADHD
and so, four numbers in, I wonder how many it takes to rack up a final total of
(how the hell are you still alive?)
and the answer being,
(I've tried both)
(I try to live in the middle now, it barely works, I am watching my mouth following my eyes not talking not breathing breathing too slow, meds on time, eat on time eat on time, ******* eat on time)
And I am okay.
I am okay, and that is ******* beautiful.
Every day taken hour by hour, nothing left to chance
(except housing, job, food, rent, contact with the outside world)
but ya know,
baby steps.
Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 10:42 PM UTC
dust. grime. and a lot of time.
staring out through the window
of rusty squeeky chariots of mice
holes ditches people honks shouts
yes this is the good life
this is what we traded our past for
steel and glass. angst and sighs
lust and wine come to save our ghosts
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 7:26 AM UTC
I don’t want to speak my sorrows so weak
I just wish I could hear you I don’t want to fear you
Two points in a time warp, I am a dimension
Interrupted by laughter, heed my confession
haha you look not to me
haha a tumbling rock covers a ****
haha waterfalls suspend in time
haha the sound of your voice make want you be mine
to be mine
Squeeky breaths, you fall off a wall
If a petal let’s go it will fall
uproars 11 centimeters wide
How I wish, I wish
I can take you somewhere to hide
to hide
Read my mind
When i’m conscious I close my eyes
Fall away slowly, drift away
Sometimes I wonder if I’m blind
If I’m blind...
If I die...
To leave behind...
Please don’t lie
I will fly...
Feb 15, 2010
Feb 15, 2010 at 5:16 PM UTC
*Magenta sunset skies,
Delicate fluttering butterflies,
Clouds drifting past the moon.
Crimson treetops,
Random raindrops, like teardrops,
A storm, that you can sense,
Coming soon.
Wild flowers scattered
Across fields of plush green grass.
Old wooden shutters
Banging on windows
With dust stained glass.
Wind chimes tinkling
With the wind
On an old rustic porch,
Squeeky, creaky, timber floors,
Making use of a candle,
Or a gasoline lantern,
Instead of a torch.
Swings swaying
From magestic tree branches,
Haunted castles and
Victorian mansions.
Pebbles crushing under my feet,
Leaves rustling--a sound so sweet.
Stepping stones,
In a tucked away,
Beautiful stream,
Just some of the splendors
In which I often dream.
~ And then there's you!
By Lady R.F. (C)2018*
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 6:21 PM UTC
Get ready…
Get ready for the initial teeny weeny troubles…
Which as the baby grows up - doubles..!
Get ready for the sounds of never ending cries…
And ofcourse the stains of dropped pies..!!
Get ready for the patches of spilt milk…
So better store in your sarees, all those that are made of silk..!
Get ready to find teddy’s and goofy’s and other stuffed toys all lying here and there..
Not forgetting the guns, dolls and brick games scattered everywhere..!!
Get ready for the sleepless nights..
And with the baby around - no dreams of queens and knights..!
Get ready for the messy marks of ******
Which often don’t count a lot, after those wetty loving little kisses..!!
Get ready for those around the house walks..
In making the baby sleep and in return get those ununderstood squeeky baby talks..!
Get ready for those lovely moments of love and affection forever..
And cherish these with tender touches which can be forgotten never..!!
Get ready for a whole lot of change - an absolutely new life..
I’m sure which you can tackle for you’re a wonderfully efficient wife..!
And yeah..! Be sure to get ready when the baby says - “mother”
Do get me another nice and chubby naughty little brother…!!
And this one here is a very small prayer…
Which comes from the bottom of my heart—
For all i can do
In helping you
Is that I can be here and pray
Be the baby hale and hearty to God in my prayers is all I say..
May all dreams that youve seen and have believed in come true..
And may life be smooth and happy and gay and bright for both baby and you…
May 31, 2022
May 31, 2022 at 11:47 AM UTC