Just feeling the mood. Thx 4 rdn.
" Unprepared "
There's no shadows today.
The overcast clouds are quite fitting to whatever
Has been placed around my heart.
It hasn't mattered the age or the circumstance.
It's always the same.
Same old short-lived happiness doused with bits of heartache
That grow into the same old introspective sadnesses as always.
Is that just the nature of the beast that is me?
Do I prompt the things that happen to me
By my own inferior ideas and needs?
I seem to be able to justify every cloud that follows overhead
Yet I can't justify happiness.
I have my blessings that are my strengths.
Greedy human that I am I want more.
And try as I might to figure it out
The solution eludes me.
It seems obvious that melancholy is my best friend.
It chokes me just when I think I've reached the top
And I slide back down the hillside scrambling for anything.
A rock, a branch, or a thin blade of grass.
The latter is my usual fate which slices my fingers first
Before it's uprooted.
Maybe I should become that blade of grass
And slide and uproot.
Maybe I should just go back to bed.
BJH
9/26/2005
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My eldest son's bipolar website: www.bipolarmanifesto.com
-wally: Mom, you shouldn't play after me because it makes you sound even worse than you already do. -wally:*grumbles and whispers quietly* I guess it's cuz I love you or something, but you're still a TURD
Grimm:I could read your mind but its in font size .5
Amadeus:Oh, and was there a cesserole (never mind spelling) involved?
Paddy:the fact that you didn't end up on a kids show makes me question my atheism
Dyldo: You evil strumpet!
