My Heart Will Go On-By Celine Dion-(Theme from Titanic) Apples or Oranges That is what she told me who cares what you call it as long as it gets better Well, sometimes I think I have a pineapple and they don't know it yet so I will wait until they find the pineapple stuck in my brain and then they can pull it out and maybe everything will be o.k. 1:00 A.M. Manic again Sleep eludes The price to pay pushing me up the roller-coaster the ride of mania speeds faster and higher The less now my mind and soul can rest I don't sleep it is so useless what is acomplished with your eyes closed? 3:00 A.M. my body says yes my mind says no no control I write some more knowing it will be brilliant and thought provoking But I better read it again tomorrow... I climb into bed hoping the coaster comes to a stop when my eyes awaken yet knowing with the rising sun it will start all over again... The Drugs I wake up every morning amd walk to my pill container It is growing in size There are lots of different colors shapes and sizes blue, pink, orange white, green... maybe after the next visit there will be another color They say each one has a reason one to make me come up one to make me come down mood stabilizers 1 to slow me down 1 to make me sleep they don't always work it takes time they say time I don't have So,I will sit on this rainbow of drugs in my sky and wait for my mood to just be o.k. The Rose I want to awaken tomorrow and not feel any pain in my stomach, head, legs and arms I want not to take those pills the doc says I need they are draining me I want the person back I used to be I want my friends near me and yet sometimes don't I want you to take care of me I want anybody to listen I want to start over I want freedom for me I want the sadness to go away I want everybody not wanting me I really want every one to stop needing me I want to become a rose ... a rose with delicate petals...and you need to prune meand water me everyday so I don't die I want you to take the thorns off me... me... the rose THE HOLLYHOCK THE STEM IS STRONG BURIED DEEP WITHIN THE SOIL THE LEAVES/FLOW SO WHIMSICLE THE FLOWER DELICATE AND SOFT GROWING SO TALL ONLY IF FACING THE SUN THIS FLOWER IS ME MY MIND IS DELICATE THOUGHTS ARE THE LEAVES FLOWING WITH THE GREEN I AM GROUNDED YET FRAGILE PLEASE DON'T PICK ME... I CANNOT STAND ALONE IN A VASE SURROUNDED ONLY BY WATER coming to terms Manic Depressive Bipolar Crazy What? When? And Why? Sneaking up on me when I wasn't looking... Too much energy why can't that be normal? They give me drugs, to take it away. Because I'm too damn happy and then I began falling into a hole that has no opening or a closing Can't see Can't hear Can't touch Can't move Can't breath Don't even want to You can all just go away 'cause I don't care! Life ending would not matter, cause I've ceased to excist. Then the drugs crawl into my mind and they say you're really o.k. I find the opening I take a deep breath I see I finally touch I excist The hole has dissapeared I stop drowning in the bottom and begin to swim back to me. . . . Soul Friends Hello? It's 3:00 A.M. she says I've been thinking about you Not surprising We run on the same track we are both manic talkink 1000 m.p.h. and yet listening to every word we care so much We speak of our drugs why they aren't working when they will We talk of out indiscretions manic takes us into bars social...over social... doing drugs alcohol we know we shouldn't walk out that door heart says no and yet brain says go-go-go-go... Why are you in California? I need you here near we are too close to be this far apart. We listen to the same music it moves us just the same I want you here to dance inside the music with me DAVE Dave-Kris's brother a free spirit recited Alice in Wonderland soul of freedom made a movie of an egg on a mirror flew kites soul of freedom Thought so cool yet now know he was just escaping only in his own ways moved to california to pursue his dreams he now drives a u.p.s. truck too bad he stopped flying kites More Poems By Holly Back To The Yellow Brick Road
The price to pay pushing me up the roller-coaster the ride of mania speeds faster and higher
The less now my mind and soul can rest
I don't sleep it is so useless what is acomplished with your eyes closed?
3:00 A.M. my body says yes my mind says no no control
I write some more knowing it will be brilliant and thought provoking
But I better read it again tomorrow...
I climb into bed hoping the coaster comes to a stop when my eyes awaken
yet knowing with the rising sun it will start all over again...
There are lots of different colors shapes and sizes
blue, pink, orange white, green...
maybe after the next visit there will be another color
They say each one has a reason one to make me come up one to make me come down
mood stabilizers 1 to slow me down 1 to make me sleep
they don't always work it takes time they say time I don't have
So,I will sit on this rainbow of drugs in my sky and wait for my mood to just be o.k.
I want you to take care of me I want anybody to listen I want to start over I want freedom for me I want the sadness to go away
I want everybody not wanting me I really want every one to stop needing me
I want to become a rose ... a rose with delicate petals...and you need to prune meand water me everyday so I don't die I want you to take the thorns off me... me... the rose
THE LEAVES/FLOW SO WHIMSICLE
THE FLOWER DELICATE AND SOFT
GROWING SO TALL ONLY IF FACING THE SUN
THIS FLOWER IS ME
MY MIND IS DELICATE THOUGHTS ARE THE LEAVES FLOWING WITH THE GREEN
I AM GROUNDED YET FRAGILE
PLEASE DON'T PICK ME... I CANNOT STAND ALONE IN A VASE SURROUNDED ONLY BY WATER
Manic Depressive Bipolar Crazy What? When? And Why?
Sneaking up on me when I wasn't looking...
Too much energy why can't that be normal? They give me drugs, to take it away.
Because I'm too damn happy and then I began falling into a hole that has no opening or a closing
Can't see Can't hear Can't touch Can't move Can't breath Don't even want to
You can all just go away 'cause I don't care!
Life ending would not matter, cause I've ceased to excist.
Then the drugs crawl into my mind and they say you're really o.k.
I find the opening I take a deep breath I see
I finally touch
I excist
The hole has dissapeared
I stop drowning in the bottom and begin to swim back to me. . . .
Not surprising
We run on the same track we are both manic talkink 1000 m.p.h. and yet listening to every word we care so much
We speak of our drugs why they aren't working when they will
We talk of out indiscretions manic takes us into bars social...over social... doing drugs alcohol we know we shouldn't walk out that door
heart says no and yet brain says go-go-go-go...
Why are you in California? I need you here near
we are too close to be this far apart.
We listen to the same music it moves us just the same
I want you here to dance inside the music with me
made a movie of an egg on a mirror flew kites soul of freedom
Thought so cool yet now know he was just escaping only in his own ways
moved to california to pursue his dreams
he now drives a u.p.s. truck too bad he stopped flying kites
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