Stroke

I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling,
Crap!is this the life I am meant to live, I curse,
Does it have to be this hard,
I want to get out of bed but I have no reason to live,

Am helped out,
This is devastating does it have to be like this,
Not even little tasks can I carry out,
I hate this!

It could be worse, they say,
Fuck!what could be worse than this?, I retort,
You could be dead,
Shit! I would rather die than be like this.

When teenagers say you don't understand,
I feel that hopeless pain, because in fact no one can,
No movement on one side of my body,
Paralyzed down to one side.

Stuck in a wheelchair,
Can't hold my grandchildren,
Can't give them the love they deserve,
And you want to tell me you understand?
Get down to this wheelchair and you will fucking understand.

Kind of love I was taught about

Inculcation's,
Not the metaphoric or the biologic kind,
Not the slide through and make your eyes blind kind,
Definitely not the shutter and flare kind,
Not the breeze through kind,
It’s the infectious kind.


Inculcation's,
It’s not the fair and kind kind,
But the grab someone on the shoulder kind,
The punch them on the face kind,
The kick them when they are already down kind,
The wrench them with a knife kind.


Inculcation's,
The set them apart kind,
The divide and rule them kind,
The manipulative kind,
The I will take all for myself kind,
The I don't accept the different kind.


Inculcation's,
Why teach love then hate another kind,
Why judge the different kind,
Why not embrace every kind,
That's not the kind of love I was taught about.

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Ecstasy

Into my reflections eyes I stare,
What stares back is a shallow grave,
Dug up by yours truly,
Inch by Inch it gets deeper.

Each hit makes me stronger,
Or so I think,
My heart beat races,
Clarity finally.

I feel every strand of hair on my body,
Colours and sounds are clear,
The strength of ten consumes me,
That's what my mind says anyway.

Breaths become shallow,
Head starts to knock off,
Ecstasy finally achieved,
Now for complete take off.

Date a girl who writes poetry

Date a girl who writes poetry because the human emotion is magnified to her. Not magnified in a sense of faked expressions and heavy sighs and gasps but in an internal lens only seen by her. Seen and held by her like a precious mirror encased in a locket and when she stares at you all she can see is a reflection of herself but a more attractive inspiring version. She looks for the best in the worst, for the highs in the lows, for the sweet in the bitter because when she pens it down the paper is the first to understand the impact of the situation.

Date a girl who writes poetry because sometimes you won't understand what she say, she might start to rumble on about a leaf, a smell,a tire oh yes you heard that right because you might see a tire but she sees an eternal fire that will spin and rise but only if you give her space to express then you will see what she sees and only then will you be let in to her world, her deepest secrets, her inner fears. Date a girl who writes poetry because with her words she is able to form scenes, scenes with you and her in them, scenes with dark bears in them, scenes mainly imagined and that show her biggest dreams whether its to lie in a stream or build a steam machine only her mind and her paper know.

Date a girl who writes poetry, because maybe just maybe she believes in poetic love, the Romeo and Juliette kind of love but with far less delusions that death is better life ,because having you there will be a reason for her to wake up stare at the sky and liken your free spirit to it. She may not be able to quote  Socrates, Plato or Diogenes but with her words entangled like a web she will be able to soothe your inner soul. If you are ever to break up with her she will mourn you and trust me there will be a poem or two inspired by the tears caused but that will help her build more memories and it's her therapy, her go-to safe place where she can be herself and move on better. If you are keen enough to never let go of her you will be her daily muse and a beautiful memory of you will be engraved in her heart like a wonderfully kept secret that only you two know the true meaning to. Date a girl who writes poetry

Schizophrenic

Everyday is the same,
in with the old out with the new,
Good air,
Bad air,
What's the difference anyway.

It's crazy,
Right?
Do this,
Do that,
Now what?

So far,
So good,
Do you hear the voices,
Ah!they are back,
What do I do?

So what do I do?
Fight them?
Of course,
And afterwards?
That will work itself out,
Okay!

Listen to them?
Of course,
What next?
Okay,
Here we go,
I don't like the sound of that.

I have fallen in love with my hair

I have fallen in love with my hair,
It's the kind of love that took sometime,
Sometime is years,
Years of kicking,
Screaming,
Threats,
And tears.

I have finally fallen in love with my hair,
This unruly,
Most times bushy,
Never straight,
Tough as steel wool kind of hair,

Yes I have fallen madly in love with this hair,
It never was like this,
All the fire burnt hot combs,
The bent up blow dryers,
The burns from the chemical.

I hated my hair,
It would never be smooth,
Never sit perfectly still,
And would puff up like an udder,
After a few hours of wind.

But I fell in love with it,
So crazy in love,
With this thick,
Rough,
Kinky hair.