Ivy Tied Up |

Mixed up ramblings of a bipolar mom to 4…

I don’t like it…

Sunday Aug 12, 2007

I don’t like the feelings
that loom between here and there
they pull me in and spit me out
and take me further into no where

A sharp line
between fiction and fact
my life and my reality
can feel it closing in on me

Medication explodes
taking me down
holding me prisoner
wont let me out

It makes me sick
its a fucked up twist
distorted versions
of what I should be

I dont like the feelings
that wont go away
i’m stuck on the edge
of teeter tottering misery

5 Comments »

This sounds like a very painful place to be Ivy…I am soi sorry….This is a WONDERFUL poem. You certainly know how to express yourself beautifully!

Michele sent me here tonight and I am g;ad she did. Hope this place you are in will ease up very soon.

August 12th, 2007 | 2:27 am

Ivy…that sounds so miserable! What a great poem! I htate “teetering”, like you mentioned,just “barely” hanging on. Like I’ve said a million times before, you have so many people depending on you, that I don’t know how you do it all…but I’m so amazed!

August 13th, 2007 | 5:37 am

oooo….angry…i like it!

August 13th, 2007 | 5:30 pm

Ivy, I’m so sorry to hear that things aren’t getting any better for you.

August 13th, 2007 | 5:41 pm

I don’t like having to medicate, either. That stuff seriously feels like it’s affecting my brain for good. (well, especially during the first week or two, when it felt like my mouth and lips had moved, even though they hadn’t, and I felt sort of disconnected everywhere.)

A new song for a new day

by Will W.

I was fine until you came
Now my mind is lost in space
Don Quixote in the Rye
Catching windmills in the sky
Bye bye
Bye bye

Heart racing
Thoughts pacing
Flooding, flowing
Brimming, and brooding
Serotonin, yeah I own it
It’s tragic, and yet it’s magic

But the glam of fantasy
Eyeing me endlessly
Taunting me
Teasing me

Would I … give in
Would I … give in

August 20th, 2007 | 6:28 pm
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