A Poetic Memoir Of My Journey Through Life

Archive for February, 2012

Magical Puppeteer

Magical Puppeteer

The old, the present, the new…

Each capable of bringing the blues…

To muse.

We all have a private place.

To hide. To BE. To pray…

To leave behind the race.

The shadows, keep me company,

Much like the light of the moon, reflecting,

Its gentle beam upon me.

I no longer have a belief…

Like a fool, I can stand on my own two feet.

No, hope is not lost. Just have a need…

To hold on, and to use the Puppeteer.

One pill, Two pills, Three pills more.

My pride takes a plunge to the floor.

As I fight for so much more.

So I use the Puppeteer,

No Fear.

Just the magical Puppeteer.

© bipolarmuse 2012


The Sunshine Award

I cannot begin to describe how happy I am that my blog is touching others in such a beautiful, positive way. I would never have guessed that it would to the extent it has. Every time I get an award, I am so very humbled and full of joy that I was thought of for this blessing from other beautiful writers/blogs/poets.

I would love to give a warm Thank you to Sirenia- My Own Avalon. A wonderful poet, beautiful blog, and we share something in which I just found out recently… had I read her “about” page I would have known and remembered (shame on me). I am so honored that you thought of me for this award. ♥

Now on to the award duties that call. :)

First step:
Thank the person that nominated you and in my case this is Sirenia- My own Avalon. I so much enjoy the beauty of her words and her blog. She writes amazing poetry with a style I would love to emulate.

Second step:
Share some tibits about yourself. I will try HARD not to repeat myself… ;)

Favorite colour:
So, so, many! Red wine, Silver, Pink glitter, Dark purple, Spanish red, China Blue. (I use to work at lowes, a lil familar with paint).

Favourite animal:
My second favorite would be a polar bear. They are so amazing to watch swim under water.

Favourite number:
13 is my second favorite. I know I said before that I like even numbers, but if you add them together, 1+3=4, so it evens out. LOL

Favourite Non-Alcoholic Drink:
Ice tea is second to Dr. Pepper

Facebook or Twitter:
Facebook, I am not Twitter savvy but I try.

My Passion:
Poetry, lipgloss,

Favourite day of the week:
No more Favs… they are all the same to me for the most part.

Favourite Flower:
Easter Lilies, carnations, the little ones my son picked for me at the park ♥

I will pass the Sunshine Award on to the following blogs:

‘Nessa (Bluesander) – A wonderful writer, and a sister to my heart. I go back to her blog over and over. Her poetry is riveting.

Picnic with Ants – Such a wonderful Lady who battles many chronic illnesses and has a heart or gold. Very inspiring as she battles what life has thrown at her.

moonlightvenus – A new blog to me but I am very much enjoying the poetry, plan to visit again and again.

Happy Wednesday to you all. May this day bring you love and light♥


Oscar Wilde Quote

“A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure. I don’t want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.” ~ Oscar Wilde

Master of thyself. Isn’t that what what many Eastern religions express… Buddha comes to mind. I want to be in control of what I feel, not allow these wretched emotions to rule me. I must separate myself from these false emotions and focus on what I can help. What can I help? My outlook on life, awakening to another blessed day and realizing it is a gift and not a curse.

I know friends… those who suffer with relentless mood disorders, sometimes that is easier said than done. I do TRULY believe it can get better. With proper care and a positive outlook on our day, can we not make our lives a bit brighter each and every day? Even when in a slump, take notice of what you are appreciative of, no matter how simple it is. It is pleasure… and if that small amount of pleasure can get you through another moment, all the better.

Keep a watchful eye. Watch for what triggers your horrendous mood swings, analyze them and see if they are “valid”… if they are, accept them NON-JUDGMENTALLY, and then do not dwell. We have purpose. Every single one of us. Keep that in mind my friends. Nobody goes unnoticed. Grasp what hope you can find and do not let go. Whatever inspires you, indulge in it. Live to your fullest potential. I know that what I say can be hard for some to understand… but take hope. I have hit bottom many times and managed to get back up. My trials have been HUGE… yet I move forward, improving each and every day. If I can do it, undoubtedly you can too.

Love and Light my friends. May you have peace on this day.


Your Hidden Pieces

Your Hidden Pieces

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Sitting in emptiness,

reminiscing of a past time.

Writing out this hurting heart.

On the floor, head bent, deploring

On paper…this fire in my mind.

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Your scent in the air, are you here?

I glance over this room,

Play you, Gyrating, in my mind.

Books with hidden messages…

Purposely left, for me to find.

~

I scream, but there is only an echo.

No sign of you to be found.

Only your scent and presence felt,

Your hidden pieces of love everywhere…

Everywhere I look. Is this real?

~

You leave me wondering, in awe.

A year has passed, one year precisely.

Are you showing me you are near?

Fire alarms piercing through one room,

Then to another, your presence causes no fear.

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One year, passed and gone.

Left me suffering the brutal choice…

Of your own hands. Your watch I find…

Stopped on exactly that unsavory day.

A year later, on the date… you torture my mind.

© bipolarmuse 2012

*This is written from a very real incident in 2003. My Ex committed suicide at the end of May 2002, and was buried the beginning of June. One year after the exact day of his burial, me and my best friend/ roommate were sitting at the kitchen table and she remembered what day it was and asked me how I was doing, I told her I was ok. Next thing we know, the fire alarm went off in my room, then hers, and last, her mothers room. As we ran upstairs into each room, they turned off without us doing anything to them. Then later that night, another good friend and I were watching a movie and I mentioned what happened, as soon as I did, my fire alarm went off again. I would get faint scents of his cologne and find little notes that he wrote inside the books I loved to read. One book was called “Rivers End”, and I found another note in the back of our photo album… amongst other books.

The watch incident is also true. I found the watch in his tool box and it was no longer working, stuck on the same date that he was buried. All very odd experiences… of which were shared with my roommates. I do not know what I believe about the afterlife, but it was a very different experience for me to have these things happen. *

χάος – Chaos

χάος

This is the Greek word for Chaos which I absolutely love because I enjoy Greek mythology.

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I decided, a little more than a year ago to tattoo this on the back of my neck. Why? The definition of this is quite intriguing. First let me give you a little information of what it means in Greek Mythology. It does differ a little depending where you get your information but the meaning is still pretty much the same.

This word means  “emptiness, vast void”. To go into more detail: “In Greek cosmology, either the primeval emptiness before things came into being or the abyss of Tartarus, the underworld. In Hesiod‘s Theogony, there was first Chaos, then Gaea and Eros. The offspring of Chaos were Erebus (Darkness) and Nyx (Night). Ovid gave Chaos its modern meaning: the original formless and disordered mass from which the ordered universe is created. The early church fathers applied this interpretation to the creation story in Genesishttp://encyclopedia2.thefreedictionary.com/Chaos+%28greek+god%29

So, you may ask why I decided upon this tattoo. First, I have always felt “void”, and empty. The beauty of it is that Chaos gave birth to the universe. So for me it felt very fitting… I am Chaos, and the universe, for me, is my children.

Just thought I would share this little tidbit. There is allot of information on the internet and if you like Greek Mythology, dive right in.


Lord Byron Quote

“The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.” ~ Lord Byron

Sensation… from happiness, and also from sadness and pain. To know true happiness we must experience the hurts of life. Those hurts help to mold us and teach us into becoming who we ought to be. Sometimes we like the changes, sometimes we do not… but it never leaves out the possibility to improve and make for a better “you”, a better “me”. Sometimes a situation looks and feels so horrible, intolerable. Shed those fallible eyes my friends and look into things with a new perspective. I know that through my tribulations I have become a stronger person in search for something so much greater than myself, greater than my ego. And I believe I am on the edge of finding greatness.

We all have the power to do so. ♥

© bipolarmuse 2012


My Past…You I Release

My Past… You I release

Cut through,

a jagged knife in the side.

Unable to forget those lingering words.

Damage irreparable.

Tiptoe through shards,

Of a most broken life.

Charade of lies.

I made you “lose all hope in humanity”…

How those words echo,

reverberate…

Shake me, cut at my heart, burn away my soul.

Those simple words…

bring me to my reality.

I did not mean to run, I did not want to hide.

I only wanted relief,

of these tormenting demons.

I needed escape from my dangerous thoughts…

I gambled and lost.

Gambled with my life.

Now I rise, take hold of what I believe.

Take hold of the love,

unconditional,

Moving forward, piecing myself back together.

Held in open arms.

My past…you I release.

© bipolarmuse 2012


Take A Moment

I know you are gone…

There is confirmation in my bones…

In my soul.

To the very core of me.

Take a moment to come here.

To want, to need, to hurt.

To feel this curse.

But to take no part of me.

Moments seem so surreal.

Pictures come alive on the wall…

My world falls…

As images dance in my aching head.

Take a moment to come here…

To see, To hear, To feel.

The damage you have done is real.

Madness envelops the person I am.

I bring you back to life,

In my world of dreams, make believe…

With everything within me.

All I need to do is close my eyes.

Take a moment to come here…

To love, To inspire, To let me forgive.

To remove this weight off of my chest,

To release me from this addiction that binds.

I know your gone… to the very core of me.

Take a moment to come here…

But to take no part of me.

© bipolarmuse 2003

** I wrote this one year after the suicide of my Ex. My sister believed this was when my bipolar disorder kicked in… though I think it was manifesting long beforehand. Perhaps his death was catalyst… pushed me over the edge. I may have several more posts about my post death experiences with him as the 10 year anniversary of his death approaches. May none of you feel the aftermath of being a survivor of a suicide of a loved one. The grief is unbelievable. Love and Light my friends**


Ben Harper- In The Colors

When you have awoken, from all the dreams broken, come and dance with me, dance with me, into the colors of the dusk.~ Ben Harper

Such a soothing beautiful song I wanted to share. I think you will really enjoy it.


Very Inspiring Blog Award

Rules for this award:

1.Thank the person who nominated you.

2. Share 7 things about yourself

3. Pass the award to 7 nominees.

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I must thank ‘Nessa (Stronghold) for this amazing award. I cannot explain how humbled I am that my words have been an inspiration. When I began this blog, it was mostly a place to vent about my heartaches… a place to bleed my sorrows out… and to include my poetry. As I have evolved into a place of wanting and needing to heal, I have added bits and pieces of quotes and information that has helped me and inspired me. I wanted to show people that there is some light even if all you feel is the darkness.

Again, Thank you  ‘Nessa, you too are an inspiration. Others see it in you and I believe someday, hopefully sooner than later, you will see it in yourself too. ♥

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Seven things about me…

1. I love my super short hair.  :)

2. I have 5 tattoos. All with meanings for me.

3. I was born in the desert, raised in the desert, and hate the desert.

4. I love hairbands even though I am in my 30′s…lol.

5. I don’t ever want to grow up… only wiser with a child’s heart.

6. Dexter is my all time favorite show. He too pretends to be normal.

7. I love ring pops.

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Seven nominations! Oh dear, here I go:

1. Aspire, Motivate, Succeed!

2. Mortal Hearts with Immortal Souls

3. Bipolar2Happiness

4. One Mere Mortal

5. Vampire Weather

6. Ramblings of a Creative Mind

7. CatForsley.me


Cradling my Heart

Cradling my Heart

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Your gentle strength…

Motivation and determination.

A blind eye, you do not turn,

Instead, offer a peaceful place.

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Cradling my heart, with careful hands.

Wiping tears away, even those I hide.

Still I find a way to keep certain things,

Sacred only to me. I take a chance.

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These voices in my head,

Offer a reality I have always known.

I dare not take that treacherous step,

I choose to stand, in strength, instead.

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To flee, I have always chosen. I run.

The murmurs, hushed words, in my heart,

Hold me in this elegant pose.

As I try so desperately, to cling to love.

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You love so freely, beautifully…

Holding my hand every step of the way,

Wondrous, enrapturing, captivating.

Cradling my heart, you do it perfectly.

© bipolarmuse 2012


Tupak Shakur Quote

Please forgive the bit of profanity. I wanted to quote this word for word.

“You can spend minutes,hours, days, weeks or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could’ve, would’ve happened…..
Or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the F*ck on.
-Tupac Shakur

What I love about this quote is… he had it right. Letting it go and moving on without looking back can be the best thing we can do for ourselves. Analyzing our past mistakes can bring us the wisdom to never repeat our past, but the over-analyzing, running the “coulda, shoulda, woulda’s” through your mind is tormenting. Those thoughts hold us captive to our past.

Moving forward is healthy. Moving forward and living in the present is healthy. It helps our minds to stay focused on what is truly important… today is what we have. This is the day we have. Make the most of what lies before us, indulge in the beauty of another beautiful day we are blessed with. Let the light and love shine from you… others will draw off of your positive energy.

♥ Have a blessed Sunday my friends.


Go With The Flow

“When we are in the midst of chaos, let go of the need to control it. Be awash in it, experience it in that moment, try not to control the outcome but deal with the flow as it comes.”

I am sorry but I cannot remember where this quote came from, or from whom.

But I feel it very comforting, a positive affirmation, mindfulness.

All we can do is ride the wave of life and go with the flow. It is when we try so hard to resist that we cause ourselves heartache and sadness.

I have a Reiki symbol called a “Shanti” tattooed on my wrist…for two reasons. One is because it represents “going with the flow, and let go of the things we cannot control”.

The second reason is because it also looks like my two youngest babies initials. One piece looks like an “I” which connects with what looks like an “E”. I did change it only it that I put a heart above the I.

I also have a tattoo that in Greek says “chaos”, but I will post about that at another time because it was a very thought out symbolism of me and my children… soon I will post about it.

May we all go with the flow, and not resist. Resisting only hurts…

Have a splendid weekend my friends and take in the beauty of another day given to us.


Eeiry, Hushed, Soft.

Eerie, Hushed, Soft.

Whispers

From a place

Unknown to me.

In a sleepy state,

I begin, drowsy, to doze.

As I drift into tranquil sleep.

My name is called with clarity.

Eerie, hushed, soft,

Not a single person with me.

Heart thudding, frantic,

In my aching chest.

I want to call out, I want to scream.

A hallucination?

Maybe a fabricated

Voice from the inception of a dream?

I sit up, fearful, anxious.

Will I hear “it” call out again…

The name that belongs to me?

Eerie, Hushed, Soft,

I play it through my mind.

The voice woke me, not quite asleep.

© bipolarmuse 2012


Mark Twain Quote

Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it. ~Mark Twain

I love Mark Twain. He is one person that I would love to meet if I could go back in time.

How true is this quote?? It speaks volumes to me. I know that forgiveness is a huge step to my healing process and believe me, it is something I am working on. The past is done, no going back, and I do not want this mental baggage that keeps me below the surface of the water I feel like I drown in at times.

But how do you go about forgiving yourself? I know it is a part of letting go, and I know that in doing so, I will feel more at peace.

Some things feel too difficult to forgive. I know that I will never forget, but the pain will lessen with forgiveness.

How do I leap this hurdle? How do I look in the mirror and forgive myself of my past transgressions? Forgive the despicable man who hurt my son.

I know that forgiveness must take place, and that I must learn to love myself in order to heal.

I would love suggestions on how to do so. How to leap over this monstrosity that seems to take over my mind… not at all times, but more frequently than I would like.

Blessings to you all on this beautiful day. ♥


Song by SHAWN MCDONALD

Usually I am not one who particularly cares for Christian music, with a few exceptions of coarse, and this artist is one of those exceptions. His name is SHAWN MCDONALD. This song is very captivating with its smooth uplifting beats, and the lyrics speak to me on a personal level. Just thought I would share it with you, maybe you will be touched or inspired as I have been. ♥


Taking Rides On Dandelion Fluff

Dandelion fluff: When fairies dance upon the air, reach out gently and catch one, fair. Make a wish and hold it tight, then softly toss your pixie back to summers night.
~from the novel The Weight of Silence.

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Fairies flittering here and there

Against the wonderful night,

So fair.

Riding the moon beams in elegance,

Careless and free, leaving pixie dust

As remnants.

In whispers they call out to me,

To impart their grace,

their peace.

Taking rides on Dandelion fluff,

owning a certain bliss.

Offering a considerate hope, a moment

For me to wish.

Sitting in the beauty of

the night,

Gazing out into the

magnificent sky.

Fairies dancing, playful,

nothing amiss.

To dance, be carefree, relieve my pains,

I wish.

© bipolarmuse 2012


Link in Autism, Bipolar Disorder, and Schizophrenia

My third child, my youngest son, was diagnosed with Autism at a young age. He has a very high functioning form of autism and has excelled in every aspect. His speech is fabulous, his spontaneous speech is getting much better, his interaction with others is pretty good… I don’t see many of the traits he had when diagnosed. He no longer “hand flaps”, and he is pretty good with eye contact. He is HIGHLY intelligent and is over the top in all his test scores. A small, yet silly example: We were walking in costco and they had these HUGE stuffed animals for sale. We were playing with them and of coarse the kiddos each wanted one. Their Dad said, “I don’t think so those are 50$ each”. My 6 yr old, in Kindergarten, looked at the price sticker and said “No Dad, they are 49 dollars and 95 cents not 50$”. He is amazing with numbers. Before he could hardly talk, he know all the numbers to the Thomas the Tank Engine Trains and their names. LOL. That being said, he has severe mood swings and gets very anxious and uncooperative on a whim. He can be happy go lucky one minute and then his mood just flips.

I have been reading about the link to Autism and Mood Disorders. I found it very interesting that most autistic children will have a family history of Bipolar Disorder/Manic Depression.

Here is a short article, including the link for the website I found this information.

From: http://blogs.wsj.com/health/2008/05/05/mental-disorders-in-parents-linked-to-autism-in-kids/

**Parents of children with autism are about twice as likely to have been hospitalized for mental disorders than parents of other kids, says a study published in the journal Pediatrics.

**Depression and personality disorders were more common among mothers but not fathers of autistic kids. The researchers found that schizophrenia was about twice as common in both mothers and fathers of children with autism.

**The link between parental disorders and a child’s autism was present regardless of whether the parent was diagnosed before or after the child. This pattern suggests that the association may be genetic, not a matter of a parent getting depressed over a child’s diagnosis.

**The work confirms earlier findings that showed psychiatric disorders are more common among family members of people with autism. A history of schizophrenia-like psychosis or affective disorder in a parent, for instance, sharply increases the odds of autism for a child.

Here is another link to The Journal of Neuropsychiatry about this subject. This article is, of coarse, a more scholarly article.

I find this interesting because I know that Bipolar Disorder can be highly hereditary. And watching the intense moods my son has, just seems to confirm what these article are saying. I also want to state that my son has always displayed these quick changes in mood since he was about walking age… so this was previous to the abuse he suffered. Also it was noted that some children will be diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorders and then later in life drop that diagnosis and be diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder.

When I found out my son had Autism, I wondered why, and how. He is a beautiful gift from God to be sure… and I think now I may have the answers to my “why” and “how”. ♥


Sunshine Award

Thank You Sherline, Ramblings of a Creative Mind for this nomination. I have been very blessed by knowing this amazing woman. She is full of wisdom, kindness, and has been an inspiration to me in the short time I have known her. Her words have been a blessing to me and I am full of gratitude. Please visit her blog and you will see the beauty I see. This nomination touches my heart. I am proud and honored that my blog has touched many people. ♥

The Sunshine Award, like all other rewards, has some rules:

  • Include the award’s logo in a post or on your blog
  • Answer 10 questions about yourself
  • Nominate 10-12 other fabulous bloggers
  • Link your nominees to the post and comment on their blogs, letting them know they have been nominated
  • Share the love and link the person who nominated you.

TEN QUESTIONS

  1. Favorite color: Deep purple, yellow drinking glasses, baby blue shirts, red hair coloring.  :) Little black dresses.
  2. Favorite animal: Monkey! They are CRAZY little things. Very creative.
  3. Favorite number: 8. Has no beginning, no end, and is an even number. I prefer the evens.
  4. Favorite non-alcoholic drink: Tea or Dr. Pepper  :)
  5. Prefer Facebook or Twitter? Facebook. I am still getting the hang of Twitter.
  6. My passion: My Children. Writing. Poetry. Reading. Learning.
  7. Prefer getting or giving presents:  Both. You must give to receive.
  8. Favorite pattern: Bling bling. I love shiny things. You can’t go wrong!
  9. Favorite day of the week: Wednesday
  10. Favorite flower: Tulips, Lilies.

My nominees are the the following fellow bloggers below:

Stronghold

likethesunshone

Warrior Poet Wisdom

As The Pendulum Swings

VampireWeather

Written Words Never Die

Will Of Heart

Mortal Hearts with Immortal Souls

maggiemaeijustsaythis

Julie Catherine

The Tale Of My Heart

Bipolar: Writing for Therapy & my life


August Wilson Quote

Confront the dark parts of yourself, and work to banish them with illumination and forgiveness. Your willingness to wrestle with your demons will cause your angels to sing. Use the pain as fuel, as a reminder of your strength.August Wilson quotes

This, my friends, is beauty. “Use the pain as fuel, as a reminder of your strength”. No matter the pain we must endure, there is always that light we are able to find. It may not be seen immediately, we must be patient, there is no instant gratification in this process. We are all capable of rising above our challenges, to be free of unnecessary mental anguish.  Look hard within. Take note. Fight your demons and find the way out of that hole, find that light. Even some light in the world of darkness brings hope, strength, and the power to heal.

Blessings to you all this lovely night. ♥


Child Abuse

This post is going to be a hard one for me. It has to do with my sons abuser… of which I do not want to say his name. Here is a link to the post I made about him in 2010 http://bipolarmuse.com/2010/04/25/who/ , and also, here is a link about my sons abuse, also written in 2010 http://bipolarmuse.com/2010/06/07/bruised/. Please look over any curse words, I was in a very, very dark, sad, lost state of mind.

Recently I received an email from an ex-girlfriend of the abuser. She stumbled up my blog after googling his name and had some questions for me about this despicable man. Since my sons abuse I had 20/20 vision of coarse and have openly believed and claim that he has a disliking for boys and LOVED girls. Sounds perverted right? I believe this because his actions and simple mannerisms make me feel this way. And of coarse, he abused my son, and not my daughter. He openly professed that he was ecstatic that his children were girls, not boys. This lady contacted me because she had a son and was around the despicable man when her child was a young child…she was concerned that maybe her son had been abused as well. She specifically asked her son if he was abused by despicable man and he assured her he had not been.

I was so grateful her son did not endure what my son had. I cannot even repeat the cruelty he inflicted upon such a sweet innocent boy at the tender age of 4, my son. Hearing from her brought back a wave of emotions and images that I cannot shake at the moment. I take comfort in knowing my son is healthy, happy, and that he is flourishing. 2 years later my son still remembers the horror he went through. It haunts me. He associates me with that horrible man in little ways. I hope in time, that will lessen.

Child abuse is disgusting. And sadly, people get away with it all the time, get a slap on the wrist. When I was going through group counseling to recognize the signs of abuse, all the women were in denial. They did not believe their “boyfriend/spouse” was abusing their child. I was the only person in the group who knew it was despicable man and made clear that it was.

I am mad they didn’t have enough evidence to arrest him for my sons abuse… but I am happy too. Why? Because what he did after sent him to federal prison for 15 years. He robbed banks, and restaurants and did not get away with it.

Justice sometimes comes back around… maybe not in the way we would like. For child abuse, he would have had a light sentence, for armed robbery, 15 yrs is wonderful.

But why my son? I ask that question all the time. Why my precious little boy?


Ransom Notes

Ransom Notes

Traveling in these wicked twists and turns in my head,

How has this happened? I would love to find,

A most comfortable place to rest my mind.

Hide.

These winding turns, alluring as they my be,

I do not want to pick this ugly fight.

Though you hold me hostage, with strength and might.

I Fight.

I have begged for your unearned trust.

You leave invisible ransom notes,

Promises. Just as invisible. Sinking boat.

Yet I float.

I cannot make happen, what will not be.

I cannot force this aching heart, to feel,

That which will not, cannot be real.

I heal.

© bipolarmuse 2012


Masquerade Mask

Masquerade Mask

Lost and empty, yet a full room of faces.

A fake smile, a masquerade mask.

Hiding behind tears, never to truly reveal

Exactly who I am.

Embarked on many adventures, had many plans

I got myself into a slump,

Taking on changes I couldn’t handle.

Now I endure these bruises, nurse these lumps,

Find some way to pull myself out of

This sadness, fear, this self inflicted slump.

I just can not get things out of my head.

Over and over my wicked mind spins,

Engulfing me in its dangerous web.

Again, Again, and again.

© Bipolarmuse 2012


SIBYL MAGAZINE

Have any of you heard of Sibyl Magazine?? I got an email saying that I could submit poetry to them for a contest. Is this a legit company??

All comments would be appreciated. ♥


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