You already know how I feel about rumors and all that. Every rumor or lie someone tells will always bite them on the butt.
I can feel the anger and the disgust in this write, and quite rightly so. We might be able to forgive but we won't forget what they done. This is a strong write, I think we should send a box of happy pills to...... Yeah good write!
Posted 11 Years Ago
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11 Years Ago
Ha I nearly forgot about this one noodlebumble, thanks so much, and yes, I know. ;-)
Good to see some advocate for the mentally ill, even though I still wonder exactly
What it is you are trying to say. Surely you are a deep thinker who has other meanings
For the changes in your poem. I know there are a lot of people who really suffer from
Bi polar illness. I feel your frustration and anger, sometimes we let it go in our poetry!
Overall, a good poem!
The deep, melancholy, vibrant, and volcanic flare in a melodious red spectrum is unbelievably pivotal. It is calamitous. I have the impression of being brought to a particular point at which I cannot stop, after falling down the slope of an unknown, rushed fury. It is strongly horrifying, but a talented and a marked write, with a lasting impression, and force of strength. The vocabulary is has an excessive pull, like a well with a thick chord, flush with impressions.
As an ex pill popper I can relate. This may be a reference to all the people I hurt, or to me and how bad I felt when I cleaned up. Either way, it's well put.
Well, this hits close to home. I come from a high-functioning family of depressives, borderline personality disorders and addictive personalities. I have dear friends who have lived with bi-polar husbands. My daughter was so ravaged by two doctors that they starved her for a year long period -- which few people understand can throw your brain into psychosis. The tentative question "have you taken your meds?" is one too many of us are familiar with. Your words here are each honed to blow-dart acuity and they hit true. And some therapists seem to keep patients trotting in little docile circles as directed by meds. We do not know if my daughter is bi-polar, but it is an unpleasant question we are destined to ask. The happy pills -- my brother would take 'em, and then a few days later, say "I don't need these $%*&^ pills -- I feel GREAT!" (sigh) If we're lucky, the pills don't go down the toilet, and we can manipulate him back to the regimen. And y'know, moms sometimes yearn for the few hours of peace a happy pill can give you. The problem is that we are ALL on this damned roller coaster, and the medical-pharmacology world just keeps giving us poisons that "kinda" help, but nothing cures. I guess you can tell, this really touched me. You hit this spot-on, and the undercurrents of rage, grief, frustration are all palpable.
If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..