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A single trickling rain drop
Like gossamer silk strands
Gliding along my third eye
Whispers wind's secret caress
Breath; Relax.
One.
Two.
Three.
I exhale. Lungs releasing-
Pressing translucent memories;
Fragment of a fragment
As water kisses rose petal,
Drifting down stream's curtain
The curtain.
Pretty little curtain.
Where the wizard lies.
He smiles up at me
With his monocled brow-
Sipping on warm tea
And fingers quacking casually
To the rhythm of his notes
This is a safe-zone. Free-zone.
Innocent eyes sparkle,
Imploring it to be true. I breathe.
One.
Two.
Three.
The sweet sound of pan flute
As I soar into heather.
I see my dear friend, the eagle
Piercing down- wise and haven's totem
My monocled friend listens.
His pen itching like a quill
Here is my sanctuary.
I share the dew dripping-
My own private valley.
Three.
Two.
One.
I scream.
Voices shrilling
In my muddled, delusional
Existence. Teeth and nails
Prying fiercely- digging,
Clawing. Talons ripping
For their freedom. I try
To spill their lithium, squirm
From my shattered memories.
Fragments upon fragments.
I close my eyes.
One.
Two.
Three.
Like gossamer silk strands
Gliding along my third eye
Whispers wind's secret caress
Breath; Relax.
One.
Two.
Three.
I exhale. Lungs releasing-
Pressing translucent memories;
Fragment of a fragment
As water kisses rose petal,
Drifting down stream's curtain
The curtain.
Pretty little curtain.
Where the wizard lies.
He smiles up at me
With his monocled brow-
Sipping on warm tea
And fingers quacking casually
To the rhythm of his notes
This is a safe-zone. Free-zone.
Innocent eyes sparkle,
Imploring it to be true. I breathe.
One.
Two.
Three.
The sweet sound of pan flute
As I soar into heather.
I see my dear friend, the eagle
Piercing down- wise and haven's totem
My monocled friend listens.
His pen itching like a quill
Here is my sanctuary.
I share the dew dripping-
My own private valley.
Three.
Two.
One.
I scream.
Voices shrilling
In my muddled, delusional
Existence. Teeth and nails
Prying fiercely- digging,
Clawing. Talons ripping
For their freedom. I try
To spill their lithium, squirm
From my shattered memories.
Fragments upon fragments.
I close my eyes.
One.
Two.
Three.
Literature
Routines
driving
my left arm
tanned darker than my right arm
mirror
two face
the habits of daily life
leave imprints
on skin
Literature
defeathered
and this is where we bury our hearts,
between self-defeating personality disorders
and burnt bridges and midnight ramblings
we promise ourselves aren’t true;
embedding our memories in forsaken homes
like it is a conscious decision to shed
our wings (reptiles don’t fly)
and maybe I am the monster of every
myth: wide-eyed and jagged toothed and
looking to regain a piece of myself the
world borrowed, many moons ago
as I falter and stumble over my own unaware
feet, wreaking havoc, reeking of self-acquittal--
all I ever wanted to do was belong.
dreams are flaws much like the hearts we
flaunt on our sleeves, and I seem to
have len
Literature
Something Borrowed
girls in white dresses
don't always want weddings.
the priests would speak of leaps of faith
and my hands would clasp the wood in horror,
knuckles bleached like bone- and i found
something old: the knot tied in my throat.
my vocal cords did not let empty words escape.
and there was something blue: the heart
that hesitated. how can a seedling prophesy
its harvest? how can a caterpillar promise
the power of its wings?
so let others gather flowers.
we will skip the mass
but not the bed: and through
this something borrowed,
earn a little time-
and a place to rest our heads.
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Written 1.24.2012. This is my Round 2 piece for The Writer's Club contest. Theme: "Fight for Freedom" writers--club.deviantart.com/g…
For this Round I perused the fight for one's mind. The idea of someone who meditates and believes in 'New Age' ideas goes to a therapist for a safe spot to share their story, have a haven- to help stabilize their life. But, because of their beliefs, they end up on medication... which essentially destroys their mind.
Some of the inspiration for this is, well, things I have seen in my career. So many clients over the years who end up with a "medication change" and it's passed around like candy, to people who seriously need the medication to function. And yet, I see them become more of zombies, frustrated and trapped inside themselves.
For this Round I perused the fight for one's mind. The idea of someone who meditates and believes in 'New Age' ideas goes to a therapist for a safe spot to share their story, have a haven- to help stabilize their life. But, because of their beliefs, they end up on medication... which essentially destroys their mind.
Some of the inspiration for this is, well, things I have seen in my career. So many clients over the years who end up with a "medication change" and it's passed around like candy, to people who seriously need the medication to function. And yet, I see them become more of zombies, frustrated and trapped inside themselves.
No, I'm not entirely against drug therapy. But the more I work with severe psychosis, the more I question when it should be implemented as part of the treatment.
And, joy of all joys, Lithium was entered into another contest recently. I put her into the "Insanity" contest at :iconwriters--grimgloomtale: and won the Distinction Award sylwiatelari.deviantart.com/jo… Which I am incredibly grateful for. Thank you so much!
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Previous Critique (for the Written Revolution): princesscharming101.deviantart…
Questions:
1. What emotions does this piece envoke for you? Was the story clear?
2. What do you think of the structure, word choice, formating?
3. Did the stories/images flow together well?
4. What do you think of the repetition?
5. Overall opinions? Thoughts? Critiques not covered?
And, joy of all joys, Lithium was entered into another contest recently. I put her into the "Insanity" contest at :iconwriters--grimgloomtale: and won the Distinction Award sylwiatelari.deviantart.com/jo… Which I am incredibly grateful for. Thank you so much!
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Previous Critique (for the Written Revolution): princesscharming101.deviantart…
Questions:
1. What emotions does this piece envoke for you? Was the story clear?
2. What do you think of the structure, word choice, formating?
3. Did the stories/images flow together well?
4. What do you think of the repetition?
5. Overall opinions? Thoughts? Critiques not covered?
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I loved your poem! It is beautifully written.