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Instead I take a stand to express my thoughts on this page
I was given a voice of the outcast
You know the ones that are different unlike all of you
We strive not to be the same
I was told that one day your voice will carry the forgotten of the world
So I lived my life and yeah it was hard but regardless of your flaws
Mishaps and abnormalities
I am here to tell you
confirm
You too can take a match and engross yourself in the madness
Set the world on fire
Holding your tongue and speaking not
Is not the way
I encourage the misconceptions
The utterance of insanity
Who can say what’s not
It’s cold and hot at the same time
We live in a democracy
For the people by the people
Your voice matters
Disagree strive to be the problem
Scream it at the top of your lungs
Challenge the powers that be
Instead of sitting there
Do something
Join me in this movement
The time has come that we stand together
And kick the doors in
But now I am afraid I know too much to kill myself
The car stops, not because
They watched blankly as we circled
I can see his upturned carcass far out ahead, a scraggled, steamy hulk
Against the surface a shadow like an angel
I remembered her. She saved us both. We were young
Sit holding her photograph
Stabbed twice from within
How many holes are there in the ballet shoes in your back seat?
Thirty-eight years and you
We didn’t say much to each other,
Sprawl exhausted in dirt on streets called Riddle
In the white house in Rutherford
In the old days of our family,
And when it has vanished
Though I would still like to jump off a high bridge
High in its banks and beyond
When it rains,
Racing full toward the bright horizon
And dream
And imagine myself hanging there forever
Quivering in a dead-man’s float
Love…..
The mere thought of the unstable manifestation of it
Leaves many
Huddled down on their knees
Crying
Tears drowning their sorrow
It’s funny and for many it’s hard to let go off
It drives and steals
Love
What the romantics would have us believe
Is joyful and honest
But that is lie
We search for a belief that doesn’t exist
Only in movies
The pain it creates causes tears to flood our eyes
The seething pain of joy leaves us and we are dying
The memories of this illusion
The sheer terror
Makes us laugh as the rain from our eyes wash away memories of anything else
Love is chaos and chaos is maddening
We live this existence hoping to find something that’s chaotic, something that is unpredictable
Love
We search for insanity
Not knowing that insanity is truly love, belonging and pain
To fall in love to fall insane
Comes with a cost
It comes with a cost
One that many of us are unable to pay
So I was walking thru my neighborhood
Thinking about things
Honestly, my therapist tells me not to think because my judgment is off
But I was thinking anyway
Never understood how not to think
But that is beside the point
Where was I
Yea
I was walking thru my neighborhood, alone
My neighborhood, maybe I should describe my neighborhood so you can get a visual of where I am or maybe that would be too much information
You know what is really funny the term verbal diarrhea
I think that is funny and to visualize it is nasty
okay I lost my thought again
Where was I
Right
My neighborhood……well I live in the city so that should tell you something
Or maybe not
What if you don’t know what the city is or what if
You have never been to a city
Maybe I should describe a city
Okay
But wait what city
To describe my city would not do the description justice
Maybe I should describe New York City or maybe Miami
I never been to Miami though
I like New Orleans, the history and the culture there is awesome
I love the food, grits and shrimps are my favorites
The last time I was there I swear
I ate the majority of the time that I was there
I really like oysters too
I should learn how to cook oysters
Do you cook oyster
Oh, it happened again
I lost my thought
It doesn’t matter because I am back home
I didn’t sleep well last night. I have so much on my mind that turning off my thoughts was impossible, so another sleepless night. I can’t believe how bad my insomnia has gotten over the past few weeks and there is not a medication that my doctor has given me that works, it seems sleep for me is a distant memory. I turn and look at my clock that is sitting on my bedside table, I have to squint to see the time, just like I feared it was time to get up.
Every day is the same thing I get up, get dressed for work and leave the house forgetting my breakfast. As I drove down the street something inside me told me that today was not going to be a typical day.
I got to the office with two minutes to spare, I sat at my desk in my small cubicle, and as my computer powered on the word El Dorado appeared on the screen. I stood up and quickly looked around at my coworkers as they did their morning routine and nothing seemed out of place so I sat back in my seat. The word El Dorado glared back at me, so I started pressing keys to try to remove it from the screen but nothing worked. It just stayed there. After unsuccessfully trying to remove the word with my keyboard skills, I ducked down under my desk and unplugged my computer. The computer turned off and after I counted 20 I plugged the computer backup and turned it back on. Unplugging it did the trick and I got to work on my everyday task list.
My day was dull and boring, I thought as I sat at the traffic light heading home. My whole life is dull and boring I thought as the light turned green and I continued on my way. As I pulled into my yard I noticed a package at my front door, it was strange because I was not expecting anything. So before pulling completely into my yard I put my car in park, got out and went to retrieve the package. As I bent down to pick the package up I noticed in red bold letters someone wrote across the top of the package the word El Dorado.
Once in my house I dropped everything except the package at the back door. I went into the dining room, sitting the package on the table before going back into the kitchen to get a knife so that I could open it. At first I had a strong urge not to open the package, to just throw it away but curiosity got the best of me. I took the knife and opened the package. The only thing I found was a folded piece of paper. I took the paper and opened it. What was written on it gave me chills, it read;
Once you start this journey you can never turn back. There’s much more to life then the things you can see, and to have a glorious life all you have to do is find El Dorado
There’s that word against El Dorado. I dropped the paper and before it hit the floor it was consumed with fire. I stood there in awe for a second or two but then shook it off and remembered I haven’t slept and I could be in the middle of a dream. So I pulled myself together and continued with my evening.
As I turned my bed down and prepared myself for another sleepless night my cell phone which I left downstairs began to ring. I hesitated about going downstairs to get it but everytime it stopped ringing, it would start again so I went to get it. When I reached my phone, I saw that the caller id didn’t show a valid number but a weird number of all 6s. I pushed the talk button, holding the phone to my ear and before I said hello I heard a voice in a low whisper say, “you can’t turn back, you have to find El Dorado.” I dropped the phone and as the phone hit the floor it was ringing again. I cautiously picked the phone back up and held it so gently I took the phone into the kitchen, putting the phone in the sink as I ran water on it, the ringing faded until it completely stopped.
I started back to my room and as I went up the stairs I had a sense that I was no longer alone. As I reached my room what I saw I didn’t expect. There I was laying in the bed, and my wrist had been cut. I couldn’t believe what I was looking at and as I stood there trying to figure out what was going on, a hand touched my shoulder and a voice said in a whisper, “it’s time. I will take you to El Dorado.”
I have a question for everyone
Is it okay to use a mental illness for a break
As you know I am working on my MFA and because of the depression and anxiety that I have been dealing with its been hard to focus on studying etc
So I asked my psychiatrist to write me a letter so I can take the exam later
Which gives me time to study for it
So is it wrong to do that
Because I am demented and love the really perverse I just got some great news
Christopher Meloni is coming back briefly to Law and Order SVU Season 22 episode 12.
I am so excited and can’t wait to watch
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