September 22, 2002

• Some of my poetry...

  
  

  What did I do?
  By: Stormy © 9/21/02, All Rights Reserved

  
  

   

  
  

  I was just a little girl
  no more then five or six

  
  

   

  
  

  But you all passed me around
  and taught me all your tricks

  
  

   

  
  

  You taught me how to muffle cries
  and live through all the pain

  
  

   

  
  

  You taught me what it was like
  to treat you just the same

  
  

   

  
  

  You taught me not to tell
  and how I just imagined it all

  
  

   

  
  

  You taught me not to phone anyone
  How I'd be the fool if I called

  
  

   

  
  

  So for 28 to 30 years
  I've kept it all inside

  
  

   

  
  

  I've kept it all suppressed
  Time, I did abide.

  
  

   

  
  

  But now it has rushed out
  and the pain is fresh again

  
  

   

  
  

  What did I do to deserve all that
  way, way back then?

  
  

   

  
  

  
  Death Dream
  
  By Stormy
  © August, 2002 All Rights Reserved
  
  
  I dream of death
  The final solution
  Riding myself
  of worried pollution
  In the dream
  I hang myself up, but it doesn't work
  Because the know erupts
  I slice my wrists
  and watch the blood pour out
  but the cuts heal up, what's that about?
  I swallow pills
  and chase them with bleach
  but when I look again
  its just sweettarts and juice of the peach
  I want to sleep
  and never wake up
  just put some
  cyanide into my cup.
   
  
  Tired
  
  By Stormy
  © August 16, 2002 All Rights Reserved
  
  
  I'm tired of hurting
  I'm tired of pain
  I'm tired of thoughts
  running through my brain
  I want to quit
  I'm tired of going on
  I'm tired of life
  and feeling so wrong
  I can't help anyone
  especially myself
  Everyone I knew would be better off
  if I just checked out
  
  
  Normalcy -- A Pipe Dream
  
  By Stormy
  © August 20, 2002 All Rights Reserved
  
  
  Is there light in the darkness?
  If so, I can not see.
  
  All I see is the pain
  It's got a constant hold on me.
  
  Is there any help?
  Apparently not.
  
  I called a crisis line
  and the couldn't tell me squat.
  
  Hurry up and wait
  is what I was told
  
  The "emergency help"
  talked to me like I was two years old.
  
  I want this pain to end
  I just want it gone
  
  I want to be "normal,"
  Why is that so wrong?
  
  
  Ode to a Faithful Friend
  
  By Stormy
  © September 11, 2002 All Rights Reserved
  
  
  He is my friend, this much is true
  Time tested and true blue
  
  He's always there to give a hug
  with a smile upon his mug
  
  He'll slink away when I'm mad
  but stay close when I'm sad
  
  He listens to me rant at times
  but he and I have ties that bind
  
  He never turns his back on me
  nor reveals my oddities
  
  I've told him secrets no one knows
  I know he'll never tell my foes
  
  He protects me with all his might
  trusting him, I know is right
  
  A friend for life, this pal of mine
  Time tested for all time
  
  Who is this amazing being that's so groovy?
  Why it's my boy, my dog named Scooby!
  
  
  The Little Girl
  
  By Stormy
  © September 12, 2002 All Rights Reserved
  
  
  There is a little girl
  that no one ever sees
  
  I watch her through the window
  but she doesn't see me
  
  She lays and watches clouds go by
  and plays in the grass
  
  She is quite imaginative and
  who knows how long that'll last
  
  She giggles in her happiness
  and smiles to herself
  
  She is full of wonder
  she doesn't know self-doubt
  She sings to the trees
  harmonizing with the birds
  
  She says what she wants
  and is always understood
  
  Her blue eyes twinkle brightly
  there are no tears there though
  
  Its the sun that makes them light up
  a natural inner glow
  
  She doesn't pick the flowers
  because she thinks it's mean
  "Flowers are living creatures too," she says,
  "They're only there to be seen"
  
  She runs and plays with joy
  for she knows no other way
  
  She is living in the moment
  Knowing there're always be another day
  
  I watch her through my window
  Not ever to be seen by her
  
  For she isn't real
  just a ghost in my mirror.
  
  
  Wonder
  
  By Stormy
  © September 13, 2002 All Rights Reserved
  
  
  Sometimes, late at night
  when the moon is shining bright
  and I'm sitting at my window
  
  The stars twinkle lightly
  with the crickets playing slightly
  I catch myself sigh
  
  I wonder of other beings
  and wonder if they're seeing
  what I am seeing then too
  
  The universe is large
  Gods & Goddesses in charge
  I wonder what I am to them
  
  Am I just another
  like any other
  or do I have a purpose here
  
  I wonder if there are others
  who wonder what I wonder
  
  
  Lonely Day
  
  By Stormy
  © September 21, 2002 All Rights Reserved
  
  
  Sad and lonely
  I feel today
  
  Like all my feelings
  have gone away
  
  I don't like
  to feel like this
  
  I wish I could find
  just the right fix
  
  Bipolar is the
  name they gave it
  
  It takes your life
  before you live it.
  
  
  The Brass Ring
  
  By Stormy
  © September 17, 2002 All Rights Reserved
  
  
  Shining brightly in the sun
  Another day has begun
  
  The brass ring gleaming in the light
  Always shining, always bright
  
  Round and round the carousel goes
  never stopping, never slow
  
  Up and down the horses ride
  Much like me, biding time
  
  Reaching out as I come around
  Missed again, determined bound
  
  Riding round, the world goes by
  First I laugh, then I cry
  
  The carousel with its many colors
  Never stops, so why bother
  
  A commitment is why made to myself
  I won't get better if I sit on the shelf
  
  Riding on, round and round
  wellness coming, I am bound.
   

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