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I'm an open book here, and I have a lot to say, so I'll just say it.

Monday, February 25, 2013

You know they'll come and go, but memories, they last a lifetime.

With bravery and desperation,
growth got me through,

even though instability lead the way
and all the suffering that came along
has left with out a trace.

Friends found along the way
are memories of yesterday.

By the looks of me
you'd never know
what I've been into,

or the sounds
that sent me there.

So in a single breath
I breathe it out, steam,
in the cold winter air.

Sometimes it's that easy
to put the past behind you.

Saturday, February 16, 2013

Schizophrenia makes you strong, not stupid.

Don't try to convince me
that I was a frightful friend
for not reaching out to you over the years.

Where were you when I went
into the hospital, and in again?
You weren't around for nearly
a decade of my head coming unhinged,

and you sigh because I
have bigger foes to fight
than friends who claim to be.
Still every time you asked of me,

I gave.

Then when it came to being a friend,
you choose to act as if
because of my mental clutter
I was somehow less human than you.

I'm not a doll you use for amusement,
and I've cut any puppet strings
that make it so.

Friday, February 15, 2013

Stay in that small town, see where it leads you.

It's a differential knowing
that everything you've earned
caves in at the word of someone else.
friendships, lives, reputations.

I wish clearly you could see why
your words sparked my disappointment
when you created the definition
of theft by word.

So you say you don't see me anymore,
I'm just a speck of dust
statically clinging to your shoe,
and still, even though I'm that small,
somehow I still get inside your head.

Monday, February 4, 2013

My Desparate Piece of Advice.

Don't speak out, or speak up
with a sharp edge.

Speak out, speak up
with your voice,
your voice is a powerful thing.

A voice is a powerful thing indeed,
so if  you have one use it
that's why God gave it to you.

We all know attention is a valuable thing
but keeping to yourself is only cloaking
masking, hiding away
what it is that you have to say.

So when no one's listening
and loneliness, it crowds you,
just watch the way
you can walk away,
and find someone better
to speak out to, to speak up to.