forever doomed to roam as two
twin insight and loony bin meltdowns
led to that time in between
where medication did its job
and the sanity that was returned
folded up nicely like the napkins
at expensive restaurants
was not what i ordered
when asked if i am crazy
i tell them no
because i am not
everyone else is
when i am manic or meshed up in that net
of oh so low blues
i write best
thinking faster
feeling harder
and dealing more with what is going on
then ever before
they come to me and lie down the law
the one that says that mental people
need medication therapy and if they resist
they get a one way ticket to the other side
secret telling time:
i prefer the other side
the one where all my emotions run together
like sidewalk chalk being washed away from rain
the one where expression suddenly seems
so natural i forget to wear the clothes
i have laid out for such an occasion
as the one where you show up
and tell me to come back
i prefer the insane to the sane
i prefer to be as i am
and not let any thing change me
to the point i have no control
(though my control is only figmented in my mind -
i say when)
Author notes
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
prompt choice ~~~~~~~~~~ AN: figmented is used by way of poetic license ... enjoy!
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A contest entry
- Dark, Light, and In Between by Wandering Woodchuck.
550 points, ended August 9, 2008, 17 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Holy crap
I simply loved this "My emotions run together like sidewalk chalk being washed away from the rain" Friggen Insane excuse my French that line had me hook line and sinker. Great job congrats, Boog
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As long as you're the one in control and you don't loose sight of land ... you be just as insane as ya wanna be
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I love this. It is fast paced and shows a streak of independence that I really enjoy. I love the lines:
when asked if i am crazy
i tell them no
because i am not
everyone else is
and:
i prefer the insane to the sane
i prefer to be as i am
and not let any thing change me
to the point i have no control
(though my control is only figmented in my mind -
i say when)
If I like the spirit of the rest of the poem, how can I argue with figmented?
Best of luck in the contest.
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