"she's come undone..."? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Undefined, illogical confusion, smoky Funhouse Mirror-ed illusion-- this confusion. Con Fusion? Wait, that's it! I've conned the fusion, fused the cons, though I seem to have misplaced the pros. Damn! Perhaps I should begin again. No! I can't. No, not again! My hands are tied. My tears all cried, dry and glutted, swollen inside my quite sore throat. And my heart? My heart, I've swallowed whole. This is absurd. Yes, absurd, still I go on-- absurdly on and on and on and on. All barriers broken, nothing sensible spoken and I'm... I'm rhyming! Why? There is no rhyme to this? And certainly no reason. Oh, now cliches? Perhaps it's true , at times they fit. Fit? I seem to feel one coming on.
All reason, rhyme and normalcy (whatever that may be?) gone again! Why? How? Where? What? And Who Am I? Lost and rambling everywhere, anywhere, why? Here and there she goes and goes and ends up lost, again. Nowhere! No boundaries in sight. No order neatly tied up nicely, tightly, pretty, rightly. No! You see? Damn! I've gone on too long, again. And feel I'm about to (forgive me!) run and stick my head in the oven. Have it done and over. Done! Turn on the gas and... No, I can't, it's electric, the oven. Yes, electric. As am I at this moment. And such moments come too often. Still! I wouldn't! Even if the oven wasn't electric. I would not, no!
I am no Plath (damned gas!), no Hemingway (that blasted gun!) Nor am I really anyone. I am not! Not any one of all too many gone. And all I share with them is I know why! In my own way, as perhaps others do? You? I know what it is to feel that needto... I know that inside anyone, undone, unstrung hems wreak havoc!
And I swear I'd prefer not to be saying any of this at all, as I do have some pride, you see? Whatever may be left of it, when all of this is said and done.
I, simply, upon occasion, cannot see my own boundaries, along the borderline of what is and was... I suppose, meant to be.
Micha,I hope you are alright,your poetry is perfect and obviously comes from your heart and I can relate to it. I have been there too. Never let hope go,you need to hang in there as time truly does fix everything IF you just hold on long enough.Go outside and smell the flowers or just watch the leaves on the trees moving or ants collecting crumbs or clouds changing shape.
Play the most mellow music you can find ,and close your eyes and listen.
Believe tomorrow will be better and if it isn't believe the next day will be,even if it takes forever,don't give up.Your poetry alone is worth staying here for and I am being totally Honest.You have a gift, stay to share it.Please. love to you,from Kay.xo
Micha this outstanding write shows one reason for to the
dilemma, you depict so well. All artistic minds
have a super sensitive nature, some more than others
according to other genetic and environmental factors.
Many writers suffer from,depression, bi polar, and other
mania, some of which are very serious. Mostly we who write
often on poetry sites etc and have other professions etc
have it less intense and to varying degrees. It seems the
best thing is to keep writing, and to make it a point to
learn ways to chanel this energy into other areas that will
benefit us. I do meditation which is a curative method if you
work at achieving silence, you can gain control of most situations.
This is just a thought, and I hope you aren't offended. You are a gifted writer with an exquisite touch.
Micha, this was outstanding, I loved this, you have expressed this feeling so well, I loved this:
I, simply, upon occasion, cannot see
my own boundaries, along the borderline
of what is and was... I suppose,
meant to be.
Reindeer
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on March 25, 2004
Micha...I kind of felt like Anna here...
I was going to suggest making a nice cup of hot
tea...and just putting your feet up...but I do
realize all these words are running through your
head and they have to come out...maybe a tape
recorder would work...I can feel the anxiousness
in this electric write....take care...floria
Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on March 25, 2004
Wah! Micha...
I loved this and it is going in my library.
This is an apt description of a Bi-polar personality at the peak
of its anguish.
Take a look at my articles on this, and you'll see what I mean.
Neurosis, a mental illness, affects everyone to a greater or lesser extent, yet most know little or nothing about it. This book reveals all, including incidence, signs and symptoms, cause, treatment and prevention, in lay language.
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Play the most mellow music you can find ,and close your eyes and listen.
Believe tomorrow will be better and if it isn't believe the next day will be,even if it takes forever,don't give up.Your poetry alone is worth staying here for and I am being totally Honest.You have a gift, stay to share it.Please. love to you,from Kay.xo
Regis
to be "unstrung" is truly a gift!
wmh
meechi
wmh
richard
dilemma, you depict so well. All artistic minds
have a super sensitive nature, some more than others
according to other genetic and environmental factors.
Many writers suffer from,depression, bi polar, and other
mania, some of which are very serious. Mostly we who write
often on poetry sites etc and have other professions etc
have it less intense and to varying degrees. It seems the
best thing is to keep writing, and to make it a point to
learn ways to chanel this energy into other areas that will
benefit us. I do meditation which is a curative method if you
work at achieving silence, you can gain control of most situations.
This is just a thought, and I hope you aren't offended. You are a gifted writer with an exquisite touch.
I, simply, upon occasion, cannot see
my own boundaries, along the borderline
of what is and was... I suppose,
meant to be.
Reindeer
I was going to suggest making a nice cup of hot
tea...and just putting your feet up...but I do
realize all these words are running through your
head and they have to come out...maybe a tape
recorder would work...I can feel the anxiousness
in this electric write....take care...floria
I loved this and it is going in my library.
This is an apt description of a Bi-polar personality at the peak
of its anguish.
Take a look at my articles on this, and you'll see what I mean.
You are a clever poet!