Make the Madness Disappear

Make the Madness Disappear

2/27/2015

I’d give anything to make the madness disappear

And stop the spinning in my head

But all I can do is grit my teeth and persevere.

My worries whirl and with my sleep they interfere

As I lay staring at the ceiling above my bed

I’d give anything to make the madness disappear.

The panic hits me in the chest like a spear

And I can’t breathe through the insistent dread

And all I can do is grit my teeth and persevere.

But through my pounding heart I cannot hear

Anything else that ever is said

And I’d give anything to make the madness disappear.

My wayward breath is a cruel mutineer,

My chest hurts so much; I think I may be dead

But all I can do is grit my teeth and persevere.

Through the panic and worry, I can’t stop the tears

I have no choice but to let it consume me instead

And I’d give anything to make the madness disappear

But all I can do is grit my teeth and persevere. 

Lies

Lies

4/8/2014

No matter what they say, I’ll be okay

You can no longer hurt me,

So I continue to live to see another day.

I laugh, I smile, and I am gay,

I play and dance and sing,

So no matter what you say, I am okay.

Though my heart got hurt, that’s gone away

I’ve locked it with a skeleton key,

So I will continue to live another day.

I travel my own path because we split ways

And though you may not see

That no matter what I say, I’ll be okay.

In a dark room I sigh the night away

And I try not to hate the he

Who forces me to live to see another day.

He left me alone and there’s hell to pay

But since I can’t toss him into the sea

No matter what I say, I’ll be okay

And continue to live to see another day.

Stitches

Stitches

3/9/11

Stitches sown on scars will tatter

And that may eternally be my fate,

But to me, it does not matter.

Since I am now expecting, I try to scatter

Away from the malicious man I chose to date.

Stitches sown on scars will tatter.

“Rosie,” he sighed through my inept chatter,

Stepping solidly closer with his stalking gait,

But to me, it does not matter.

Now I will never hear the soft pitter-patter

Of my child’s little feet – at this rate

Stitches sown on scars will tatter.

Dropped, like a frozen rose, I shatter,

Extended belly is no longer my state,

But to me, it does not matter.

My world has been scattered due to his ceaseless batter,

For my child and I, help arrived too late.

Stitches sown on scars now tatter

But to me, it does not matter.

Inspiration

Inspiration

3/29/2012

In silence, I sit, an empty shell,

My mind, blank like a slate,

And suddenly inspiration starts to swell.

In this story I don’t know how to tell,

I find the right words always come too late.

In silence, I sit, an empty shell.

And then my consciousness starts to spell

The words, and they don’t wait,

And suddenly inspiration starts to swell.

In other’s words, I always dwell,

As they’re dangled in front of me like bait,

But in silence, I sit, an empty shell.

So I take these words out of their jail

To quell this burning fire I cannot sate,

And suddenly inspiration starts to swell.

For words are things that I know all too well

And to forever spill them is my fate,

For in silence, I sit, an empty shell

And suddenly inspiration starts to swell.