"Roses are red, And violets are blue," That’s how it starts, Writing poems for you. I’m missing a rhyme, So I reform the words, But I’m losing the meaning- And that always hurts. There’s always some more, Just a little unsaid. It's hiding in the fog That takes over my head. And I know what … Continue reading Writing Poems for You
Author: CaliStray
Follow me, and we can step through the shadowed forests of mental illness together. I struggle with Bi-Polar Disorder, Anxiety, and PTSD, likely triggered by an abusive and neglectful set of parents and some traumatic life events. Though I try to stay positive, I am healing through my writing and not every healthy moment looks pretty. I am honest, raw, and forthcoming with my issues.
When Nothing Changes
People fear, anticipate, romanticize The change that follows “I love you.” What happens, though, When nothing changes?
Take It.
Take a pill, Every day. Take it, or else no one will love you. You’ll ruin every friendship, And your peers will fade. Take it, or else You might not wake up tomorrow. We know it makes you drowsy, unable to really function, and dulls your creativity, But it elongates your life And makes you … Continue reading Take It.
I Found It
I found it, you know? You had to have known I would. It was there, under your chin Tucked away like an obscure mole. I found it by looking in a mirror. Your eyes staring back at me, Smoldering- I raised your chin, My chin, And found it. The courage you tried to steal. You … Continue reading I Found It
To David.
When you smiled with your eyesglittering like diamond skiesI felt in there inside my chestI’d work always to make it lastForever Walk beside me and I’ll knowWhere it is that we will goHand in hand, heart and soulI’m yours Hold me up when I’m feeling low,When we walk, I’ll walk slow,Carrying the heavy loadI’m yours … Continue reading To David.
Controlled by You
Help me learn to help myself, Without your kind words of soft-spoken promise. I can be more without you, you know? If only you’d let me exist beyond… As it is, I need you to breathe, To eat, and to sleep! I can’t be trusted without your breath on my neck, And your desires in … Continue reading Controlled by You
From the Front Porch
Can I watch you from the front porch My rocking chair making noise While you skip rope with our little ones? Daughter’s in the kitchen, whipping up a sandwich Son-in-law is bonding with a game I’ll be watching from the front porch While you run across the yard, laughing the same Years will come … Continue reading From the Front Porch
