everything's ok now (so happy)
ISN
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and I get to drink sweet wine
and I get to be divine
and all of those foundless fears
abate with each passing year
and all of my fumbling floundering flailing
kicking down doors and chaining to railings
are worth it now
I'm Ishmael
at the prow
and I get to twitch with pleasure
and sleep in such soft supine
everything's okay now
and I get to drink sweet wine
(formerly posted in groove's thread by mistake - thank Mod for edit button)
and I get to be divine
and all of those foundless fears
abate with each passing year
and all of my fumbling floundering flailing
kicking down doors and chaining to railings
are worth it now
I'm Ishmael
at the prow
and I get to twitch with pleasure
and sleep in such soft supine
everything's okay now
and I get to drink sweet wine
(formerly posted in groove's thread by mistake - thank Mod for edit button)
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
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east end girls
nice write, isn
I like the poem!
ali
A whisper and a chill
adv2005
"Why do I bother?"
The 11th Commandment.
"Whatever"
PETITION TO STOP THE BAN OF SMOKING IN BARS IN THE UNITED STATES....Anyone?
Wow, thats amazing.
Is it too personal to ask what inspired it?
Thanx for sharing that
Im happy that you feel better.
Nervous breakdowns suck huh?
were pretty sure the people here were going to hate us
once they really got to know us. In our lives together, which
are sweet in the way of rotting things, it is somehow
permanently summer.
THE MOON rose above the trees, older than time,
greener than money. You hung your head out the window
of our dusty lemon-yellow El Camino and howled, and I
turned up the radio, because the sound of your voice was
already beginning to get to me. The speakers crackled
and the music came through: Frankie Valli and the Four
Seasons. Pretty as a midsummer's morn, they call her
Dawn. Let the love of God come and get is if it wants
us so bad. We know were we are going when all of
this is done.
SOME PEOPLE MIGHT SAY that buying a house you've
never actually seen close-up is a bad idea, but what does
anybody know about our needs, anyhow? For us it was
perfect. The peeling paint. The old cellar. The garden in
the back. The porch out front. The still air of the living
room. The attic. Everywhere entirely unfurnished and
doomed to remain largely so, save for our own meager
offerings: a cheap sofa, an old mattress, a couple of chairs
and some ashtrays. Maybe a table salvaged from some diner
gone into bankruptcy, I don't remember. Neither do you.
We drank store-brand gin with fresh lime juice out of plastic
cups or straight from the bottle and we spread ourselves out
face-up on the wooden floors. An aerial view of us might
have suggested that we'd been knocked out, but what we were
doing was staking our claim. Establishing our territories.
Making good. Not on the vows we'd made but on the ones
we'd really meant. You produced a wallet-sized transistor
radio out of nowhere and you found a sympathetic station:
somebody was playing Howlin' Wolf. Smokestack lightning.
O yes, I loved you once. O yes, you loved me more. We entered
our new house like a virus entering its host. You following
me, me following you. However you like. The windows were
high and the walls were thick and sturdy. It was hot as blazes.
The guts of summer. Always down in the sugar-deep barrel-
bottom belly of summer itself. Always. In our shared walk
down to the bottom, which bottom we will surely find if only
our hearts are brave and our love true enough, we have found
that it is somehow invariably and quite permanently summer.
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
Groover......I felt quite fond of my fumbling floundering flailing as I wrote them.....and even of my 'kicking down doors' until I remembered the pet shop boys this morning......all in all, I'm not ashamed of my peom......it hit the right note last night when I was so high.......and really, this whole year is leaving me with doubts about my permanent hell......I've come out into the light......I don't know how to explain it, I still have delusions etc, but I'm no longer unhappy.....
I don't think it's weird at all. I think it's the most natural miracle that can happen to a person.
A miracle happened to me a little over two years ago. And yep, I remember one of the first thoughts: I'm not afraid anymore!
To this day I wake up thinking about it, treasuring it. Getting out and living this beautiful life!
Congrats to you ISN. I had not known it was so bad for you. But I'm thrilled it's better.
I am quite happy for you, ISN.
And it was never so quite bad for me...I was crazy, true, but only for a few years, and only interred for mere months....it was brief but hell nonetheless....i live in the light now....
I'll be seeing you around the board, happy woman! I must sleep now.