O’ why can’t I get out of here! Is it comfort, malaise, or not knowing how to deal?
I stare blankly in your eyes and you grasp me firmly in your arms- I scream, let me go!
You look away and then turn back with tears- what story line have you dreamed up?
This is it, yes is it, there is no other way. I push you off the cliff and you holler, still holding my hand.
We lay beside each other on the ground, black eyes shining- and a single raven…circling around.
I am somewhere else not where I am lost in this daisy atmosphere going up, up, up
I was in a good place the other day but now I’m drifting away- too far, too much
As if there were no gravity to hold my soul in place and it hurts as it’s being torn out
The bpd is getting the best of me driving people I love away- even after he took me back
What kind of a fool am I that my mind torments me so as indelicacy grips my ribs and won’t let go
Will I survive another day to endure more of myself or at least what is left of this mad hat sanity
I am somewhere else not where I am and lost in this daisy atmosphere.
Trying to unravel these ravings that ravish my mind tied up as they are in time
The dirtiness abounds the cravings become and I try to behave like a normal being
Mortal wounds flare up and push me down as I fondle these letters in my soft hands
Unraveling feelings until raving and partying ravishes my mind warped in time.
I gazed through the open window~Searching, longing, looking~But can’t find the trees today
I played with light yesterday~fading in and out of shadows~But can’t find the light today
I gauged his laughing sounds and mouth~Saving the memory of his face~I can’t find the laughter now
You there, reading my private thoughts~Invasive and intrusive~Demanding a conclusion to this verse~
I’ll write the end you need
Then find a way to help me see.
Yes, my poems seem dark and dreary. One time I tried a happy verse but it didn’t seem to work. The clouds blocked the sun, the earth began to shake.The time and space continuum collided and NASA locked me up. Then, the CIA got involved and called me a national threat. They flagged my email, spied on my journal and called the President. All the Heads of State met deciding what to do. They put me in orange, cuffed my hands and threw me in Gitmo. So, I no longer write the happy verse and have begun to curse. You should have heard the words that came out-even the terrorists became afraid-and ran from this little blonde girl.