I wake up Hungover, Not from booze, but medication. It’s the temazepam, The quetiapine, And the mirtazapine. The only combo that gets me some shuteye Each and every night, But it leaves me feeling... Well, maybe not feeling. The cocktail of medication Leaves me numb. But my reluctant eyes were as open As my lips When I had nothing to say. Continue reading "Overmedicated"
Each Thought Is Like A Stuck Gear Still Trying To Move. Someone Please Fix This; I Need Help.
My corner of the world sleeps Mostly silent, subtracting the Sounds of snores and the cooing and crying Of the little ones. You may think it’s peaceful-- Not for long! There is a beastly storm coming, As soon as they wake up that is. If they never open their eyes, They’ll be too blinded to see the storm. Oh, But the violent storm is coming Either way. Only a few Of us see it coming. We will be prepared. We will wake up loved ones We will seek shelter, And we will survive. Open your eyes, and Save your lives. Get to safety now.
He was born good, But the world corrupted him. He was born good, But he let the world corrupt him. Don’t be like him, The bastard. Keep the good in your soul, Fight the darkness. Keep the good in your soul, Win the lifelong fight. That’s all living is: Virtue versus villain. You will make it, My sweet angel.
Tantalizing, Dripping with sweat, Loss of appetite, Must run, Help fight, Resist temptation, Regretful, threatful situation, There aren’t any Words... Nary a word, Never said the world, Just said you. Love both-- Same life, Same end.
With terror I trust that I am talentless at writing, Though I believe it is what saved me, And that is my main reason for continuing. Still I worry that those who believed in me And my ability Were clueless or lying, and either way, If I am wrong for worrying about such things, I apologize for being so accusatory And for not believing in myself. I should know better. I should know It’s better to do the things I love, Even if my ability doesn’t exceed My Eiffel Tower expectations Especially at the beginning of the journey. Of course I’m no pro, I just started, But I’ve got the passion to persevere. How else will I get better?
You were dealt a 3-8 offsuit. Nearly everyone would have folded. You didn’t. You’re still playing. You don’t expect to win, But just being in the game Makes you happy, Even if you know You’ll lose the hand, It’s okay Because you’re having fun, And that’s admirable.