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Living in Crazy World




Poetry


they aren't much but i will post some because they are how i feel


Searching for a Rabbit Hole

I feel as though my thoughts might explode through my skull
Rushing and Racing at lightning fast speeds
In the same way they compete for recognition in my mind
Starting a project will only bring disspointment
Due to my inability to conclude any one task
If I lie in bed and hide from my enemies
They will certainly dissapear like magic
Like the absurdity of Alice down the rabbit hole
Where things need not make sense or
Go at any particular pace for any set amount of time

I wish I could walk with Alice through the beautiful garden
And wander worry-free through strange lands
It doesn't even matter if I'm only 12 inches tall
Or taller than the highest tree
I could have a tea-party with Hatters and Hares
Who don't seem to mind if I'm a bit mad
my thoughts will leave me alone enough
To escape to a mushrooom top with a lazy caterpillar and
Go on adventures with a Cheshire Cat
If only the queen were not contstantly after my head
Hurrying me along to a place unknown to me
Chasing me away to where there is no place to hide

I realize that I only know very little
I know I'm scared of my daily fate
Stampeding alongside terrible monsters
I just remain hopeful that someday I will
Fall into a rabbit hole that leads me somewhere
Simpler than this dark confusing scattered world
And I might break free of my own mind



If I could

I'm having a secret meeting in my room
With my magazines and books
Their words will always stay the same
Their thickness and their looks
I wish that I could be like that
So sturdy, and stable, and same
But my brain keeps playing tricks on me
In some kind of maniacal game
If I scream I'll upset everyone
Like me, myself, and I
If I hurt myself, my brain might stop
But my eyes will start to cry
Please wake me from this demented dream
I promise I'll be good
Just stay with me when I am scared
I'd smile if I could

The unwritten poem

This poem, I found it yesterday
The one I've been meaning to write
With all the books I meant to read
It was completely out of sight

It must have been hiding there
With the things I was going to learn
I just couldn't seem to find it there
Through all the twists and turns

It had fallen through the broken dates
And all the unmade beads
So it lay there as completely useless
As all my unplanted seeds

I was going to look for it weeks ago
But I found myself terribly busy
With a pottery class I didn't attend
So much action could make someone dizzy

So now I wait for a phone call
From a friend that I never called
As I walk right through a tree that sits
The one I never sawed

Who knows where all the time goes
In this lazy summer-day sun
With all this work I must have forgot
To get anything done


Searching for normal

As I gaze out my window into bright surroundings
Battling internally with my thoughts
I manage to wonder what it would be like
To live as a normal person
To experience the joy that is normality
The comfort that is stability
Time seems to pass so slowly
From appointment to appointment
From stress relief to exercise to medicine
The defintion of therapy is unclear to me now
How can I survive in such a distorted universe
Sometimes green will be green
Other times I see more rigid, more vivid colors
My eyes often deceive me
But not so nearly as often as my thoughts
I'm scared that I never knew reality
Right angles, delicate patterns, peculiar shapes
Life is so surreal to me now
I pray for my sanity
I hope for redemption from this crazy world
To somwhere I can love completely
And experience life more fully
I am the only thing that holds me back


The Downpour

The fading scent of a gloomy summertime donwpour
Haunts the atmosphere of a dreary lifeless sky
Hope for a sunny outlook is diminishing
Soon, rain will rush like a seemingly never-ending stampede
Towards the desolate earth
The rain does not destroy the beautiful flowers
Of my neighbors garden
Or drown the permiscuous rabbits hiding in their burrows
Somehow this phenomenom brings revival and life
To those who accept it
I can hear it now, the quiet echos of raindrops in the distance
Faltering to the powers of gravity until ulimately
Shattering on the pavement.
Although I will not hear this sheet of noise forever
It brings no comfort to realize that I must cope
With this capricious episode for a limitless, indefinite duration
The instability is erratic and is melancholia
To my effervescent universe





Debate between righteousness and despair

I feel like i am all alone
I have no friends, I have no home
IF my internal pain shines through my shell
I must be hurting people's eyes
Look at me and see what you see
Maybe angry or sad, but so not me
My thoughts are more scrambled
Than my morning breakfast eggs
I'm not proud of my face
I'm not proud of my legs
It seems I am unable of feeling self-worth
And I know that my fate was established at birth
To be the psycho child in a stigma filled world
The epitamy of pathetic to those high school it girls
Webster can add a new definition for pain
An eighteen year old girl
Drowning in her own puddle of hopelessness
Deserted by all, she is now left
Completely and misterably alone

Redemption, Revlation
Get up out of bed
Remember who you are
Do not give up the fight
I know you, you're strong
You're a visionary
Don't do this now
You can be somebody


But I can't go on
I cant stop feeling
Oh so passionately
My highs are on top of mountains
My lows sitting on ocean floors
The median has been lost and forgotten
There is no way out
Everything is lost
No one even knows who I am

Experiemental Pschology
Take your medications
Find the perfect cocktail for you
Drink it up with food and
A cherry on top
Leave your former self behind
Leave your sleeplessness and rambunctioness
The person who emerges
Will be a complete mystery
A girl I barely know
And the world knows nothing of
Don't try and save the planet
You will only fail miserably




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