After sitting through several hours of professional development and hearing about a teacher's role in the lives of his students, this poem came to me.
Have you ever seen a box
With treasure inside
That forced you to grow
And look inside
Of your heart
Deep in your soul
In your own mind
Clarity a goal?
To find yourself
A leader born
To guide others
Your duty you've sworn.
To lead and to guide
To teach and to grow
To impart all the best
Knowledge you know.
That treasure's a child
You teach everyday
You mould and you shape them
In every possible way.
Saturday, August 17, 2013
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Ripped
I was sitting in Professional Development the other day and was having extremely manic thoughts. This is the result.
I always wonder,
My thoughts like thunder,
Bounce through my brain
Like shards of pain.
They pound my ear
Triple my fears
Create a shroud
Eyes closed, loud!
I can't shake the feelin'
My thoughts are reelin'
Death fills my mind
My nose to the grind.
My thoughts won't quit
Can't sleep for spit
I've gotta run
Like quick, he's got a gun!
I close my eyes
Search for the prize
Of eternal peace
May be within my reach.
Fire in my mind
My thoughts unwind
But in my soul,
Salvation's my goal.
To be able to breathe
To think with ease
To lose control
Love deep in my soul.
To feel that fire
To know that desire
To know that touch
To love too much.
I search and yearn
I still feel that burn
I want quiet and love
Free thoughts like a dove.
I always wonder,
My thoughts like thunder,
Bounce through my brain
Like shards of pain.
They pound my ear
Triple my fears
Create a shroud
Eyes closed, loud!
I can't shake the feelin'
My thoughts are reelin'
Death fills my mind
My nose to the grind.
My thoughts won't quit
Can't sleep for spit
I've gotta run
Like quick, he's got a gun!
I close my eyes
Search for the prize
Of eternal peace
May be within my reach.
Fire in my mind
My thoughts unwind
But in my soul,
Salvation's my goal.
To be able to breathe
To think with ease
To lose control
Love deep in my soul.
To feel that fire
To know that desire
To know that touch
To love too much.
I search and yearn
I still feel that burn
I want quiet and love
Free thoughts like a dove.
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Do I Go or Do I Stay?
Your Bipolar poet has messed up her medication, resulting in a really fucked up head trip where mania and depression are fighting for dominance within my brain. While nothing good is coming out of this head trip, a decent poem has manifested itself. I give you: "Do I go or stay?"
Thoughts rushing
Frantic, gushing
No end in sight
For a long endless night.
Nightmares loom
Twilight’s gloom
Doesn’t kiss the sky.
How I wish I could die.
Death’s hand is kind
Her grasp is fine
Her fingers beckon me
Her black eyes see
Into my soul
No salvation’s goal
Cannot run away
Cannot seize the day.
Do I go or do I stay
Follow Death or run away?
I know the horrors that are here
The terrors behind her I fear.
Do I go or do I stay
Follow Death or run away?
Do I take her grasping claw
Her hand as cold as a saw?
Do I go or do I stay
Follow Death or run away?
Touch her face and feel her power
Or do I try to steal one more hour
In the land of the living
Where my soul can stay forgiving?
Do I go or do I stay
Follow Death or run away?
Friday, August 2, 2013
A Bipolar Brain
Terror and horror
They go hand in hand
A movie in my mind
Their music a band
Of tortures that
Play in my ears
Barking and screeching
And living out fears.
What kind of thoughts
Live in a Bipolar brain?
Many of heartache,
Even more of pain.
Sometimes there's joy
But those are scarce and few
Occasionally there's happy
But that's as fragile as dew.
A word, an action
Harsh or not meant
Can take this brain
And turn it to cement.
Thoughts won't fire
Life is a haze
All that's your company
Are dark, lonely days.
Or thoughts move too fast
Swifter then lightening
Trying to catch them,
Now that can be frightening.
Each one can hold horrors
Imagined or real
The thoughts that make it
Too painful to feel.
Happy though, is what people want
So you try always to give
Smiles abound
Even when it, is too painful to live.
Don't let anyone see
The pain and the fear
Smile and laugh
Though demons you hear.
It's always a fear
Locked in my heart
If these thoughts were known
From people I'd part.
It's really crazy
The judgements I've got
Pointing fingers and jeers
"She's one crazy sot!"
I'm not crazy
I want to scream
I feel things intently
And wish it were a dream.
So rarely I tell
What's locked in my mind
Though I'd love to share
With a friend who is kind.
I'd love to one day
Tell the world who I am
Tell all the fears
A dialogue began.
So I'll share it here
In this nice little book,
A kindred soul will,
Perhaps take a look.
She'll read these words
This poem of sorts
And maybe she'll realize
Out there ARE supports.
I know I won't know her
Or learn her name
But of reading my struggles
Perhaps, some knowledge she'll gain.
She's not alone
Or isolated from all
And maybe that thought
Will make her stand ten feet fall.
Everyone is different
Her, you, me
Loved her our uniqueness
I wish we could be.
Without all the stigma
The word insanity
Love me for me,
Not who you'll think I'd be.
Please do sit
And wait till we fall
Kick us and break us
Pressed against a wall.
Honor our spirit
Honor our soul
To be fully accepted,
This Bipolar's only goal.
They go hand in hand
A movie in my mind
Their music a band
Of tortures that
Play in my ears
Barking and screeching
And living out fears.
What kind of thoughts
Live in a Bipolar brain?
Many of heartache,
Even more of pain.
Sometimes there's joy
But those are scarce and few
Occasionally there's happy
But that's as fragile as dew.
A word, an action
Harsh or not meant
Can take this brain
And turn it to cement.
Thoughts won't fire
Life is a haze
All that's your company
Are dark, lonely days.
Or thoughts move too fast
Swifter then lightening
Trying to catch them,
Now that can be frightening.
Each one can hold horrors
Imagined or real
The thoughts that make it
Too painful to feel.
Happy though, is what people want
So you try always to give
Smiles abound
Even when it, is too painful to live.
Don't let anyone see
The pain and the fear
Smile and laugh
Though demons you hear.
It's always a fear
Locked in my heart
If these thoughts were known
From people I'd part.
It's really crazy
The judgements I've got
Pointing fingers and jeers
"She's one crazy sot!"
I'm not crazy
I want to scream
I feel things intently
And wish it were a dream.
So rarely I tell
What's locked in my mind
Though I'd love to share
With a friend who is kind.
I'd love to one day
Tell the world who I am
Tell all the fears
A dialogue began.
So I'll share it here
In this nice little book,
A kindred soul will,
Perhaps take a look.
She'll read these words
This poem of sorts
And maybe she'll realize
Out there ARE supports.
I know I won't know her
Or learn her name
But of reading my struggles
Perhaps, some knowledge she'll gain.
She's not alone
Or isolated from all
And maybe that thought
Will make her stand ten feet fall.
Everyone is different
Her, you, me
Loved her our uniqueness
I wish we could be.
Without all the stigma
The word insanity
Love me for me,
Not who you'll think I'd be.
Please do sit
And wait till we fall
Kick us and break us
Pressed against a wall.
Honor our spirit
Honor our soul
To be fully accepted,
This Bipolar's only goal.
What Do You See?
I was asked recently, "What's it like when you meet new people?" I had to think of that answer for a very long time, but this is the result.
I often wonder
When you look at me,
Do you see who I am
Or who you think me to be?
Do you see a quiet
Sensitive soul
Bouncing around
Trying to reach a goal?
Or do you see Manic me
Running about
Thoughts fast as lightening
Me trying to shout?
Do you see me depressed
And feeling so low
Contemplating death
As the only way to go?
Do you see an artist
Who dances, acts and writes
To make a big break
As one of my fights?
Do you see me as crazy
Because of what labels me?
Do you give me a chance
Or is Lithium all that you see?
Do you see my ideas?
How I want things to be?
Or do you break me down
For my advocacy?
Do you see I have strength
Fighting daily as I do?
For some peace of mind
Or do you simply pooh-pooh?
Do you see me as less
Then what I am
Because, to function, my mind
Needs a medical dram?
Do you see me struggle
Fighting so hard
But instead of helping
You stab me with a shard?
Do you see something special
When I reveal to you my soul?
Or is ripping it up
Your only goal?
Do you see me
When I look in your eyes?
Do you see someone who lives
Or someone who dies?
Do you see a fighter
Or someone who quits?
Someone whose hand you'd shake
Or someone at whom you'd spit?
These are the questions
When meeting someone new.
Isn't it sad
What a stigma can do?
I often wonder
When you look at me,
Do you see who I am
Or who you think me to be?
Do you see a quiet
Sensitive soul
Bouncing around
Trying to reach a goal?
Or do you see Manic me
Running about
Thoughts fast as lightening
Me trying to shout?
Do you see me depressed
And feeling so low
Contemplating death
As the only way to go?
Do you see an artist
Who dances, acts and writes
To make a big break
As one of my fights?
Do you see me as crazy
Because of what labels me?
Do you give me a chance
Or is Lithium all that you see?
Do you see my ideas?
How I want things to be?
Or do you break me down
For my advocacy?
Do you see I have strength
Fighting daily as I do?
For some peace of mind
Or do you simply pooh-pooh?
Do you see me as less
Then what I am
Because, to function, my mind
Needs a medical dram?
Do you see me struggle
Fighting so hard
But instead of helping
You stab me with a shard?
Do you see something special
When I reveal to you my soul?
Or is ripping it up
Your only goal?
Do you see me
When I look in your eyes?
Do you see someone who lives
Or someone who dies?
Do you see a fighter
Or someone who quits?
Someone whose hand you'd shake
Or someone at whom you'd spit?
These are the questions
When meeting someone new.
Isn't it sad
What a stigma can do?
Thursday, August 1, 2013
Our Generation
I am a teacher and I was speaking to my kids today during school. I asked them "What do you do after school?" Their responses were: "Go on facebook." "Nothing." "Play games on X-Box." I realized that children lost the ability to play and do not know the true joys of a summer day. This poem is the result.
From hop scotch
To cops and robbers,
I played outside
To pass the hours.
Our own phone lines
To Yikes and Paul Frank
We saved our pennies
In our piggy bank.
Are You Afraid of the Dark?
And SNICK at night
To stay up to watch them
With your parents you'd fight.
You called your friends
Made plans after school
If we imagined a disconnect
We'd be called a fool.
What happened then,
To that simpler time?
A change occurred
Without reason or rhyme.
No longer do children
Play outside all day
To run, imagine laugh,
Instead they'd rather stay
Inside the house,
On a computer all bright,
Surfing the web,
On Facebook all night.
Friends are made
Not in flesh and blood,
With a click of the mouse,
You've got a new bud.
We've disconnected
So far from our life,
Each other's laughter,
One another's strife.
We have forgotten
A simple touch,
From human interaction,
We learn so much.
Kids today, they
Don't understand
The world out there,
The need for a plan.
Behind their PC
They cannot stay
Chatting and gaming
And wasting a day.
What happened to us
Our own feeling goal?
Wires and gadgets
Have replaced our very soul.
Humanity is gone
Or seems far away,
On cellphones and laptops
We spend our days.
I long for summer
Of playing in the sun
An imaginative game
From when I was young.
We knew how to laugh
We knew how to play
We knew how to touch
And we knew what to say.
We knew our friends
And where they lived
We knew their touch
And the love they gived.
Today we miss that,
The human touch.
To get that back,
Am I asking too much?
From hop scotch
To cops and robbers,
I played outside
To pass the hours.
Our own phone lines
To Yikes and Paul Frank
We saved our pennies
In our piggy bank.
Are You Afraid of the Dark?
And SNICK at night
To stay up to watch them
With your parents you'd fight.
You called your friends
Made plans after school
If we imagined a disconnect
We'd be called a fool.
What happened then,
To that simpler time?
A change occurred
Without reason or rhyme.
No longer do children
Play outside all day
To run, imagine laugh,
Instead they'd rather stay
Inside the house,
On a computer all bright,
Surfing the web,
On Facebook all night.
Friends are made
Not in flesh and blood,
With a click of the mouse,
You've got a new bud.
We've disconnected
So far from our life,
Each other's laughter,
One another's strife.
We have forgotten
A simple touch,
From human interaction,
We learn so much.
Kids today, they
Don't understand
The world out there,
The need for a plan.
Behind their PC
They cannot stay
Chatting and gaming
And wasting a day.
What happened to us
Our own feeling goal?
Wires and gadgets
Have replaced our very soul.
Humanity is gone
Or seems far away,
On cellphones and laptops
We spend our days.
I long for summer
Of playing in the sun
An imaginative game
From when I was young.
We knew how to laugh
We knew how to play
We knew how to touch
And we knew what to say.
We knew our friends
And where they lived
We knew their touch
And the love they gived.
Today we miss that,
The human touch.
To get that back,
Am I asking too much?
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Love Labor's Lost
A friend of mine is really sick. This is my way of coping with it.
Love labor's lost
Lost love's labors
Crushed in the chest
Blood tastes like some flavors.
The hurting, the pain
The pain, the hurting
My hands to my chest
The blood's still spurting.
Fears locked away
Locked away fears
Hands pressing eyes
Can't stop the fears.
Hate and anger
Anger and hate
Clawing at the soul
Though I can't stop fate.
Apart flies my thoughts
Thoughts fly apart
If I lose you
There's a hole in my heart.
One fight one fear
One fear one fight
Don't close your eyes
For that long endless night.
Love labor's lost
Lost love's labors
Crushed in the chest
Blood tastes like some flavors.
The hurting, the pain
The pain, the hurting
My hands to my chest
The blood's still spurting.
Fears locked away
Locked away fears
Hands pressing eyes
Can't stop the fears.
Hate and anger
Anger and hate
Clawing at the soul
Though I can't stop fate.
Apart flies my thoughts
Thoughts fly apart
If I lose you
There's a hole in my heart.
One fight one fear
One fear one fight
Don't close your eyes
For that long endless night.
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