These are thoughts of situations that may have happened or are yet to happen they are entertained thoughts I hope you relate to in one way or another. I believe these fragments are yet to be or already live between you and me.
She gurgled a scream that could be heard for a mile. The madness of her reality split. Vengeance seeped into her veins. She will never be the same.
The psychiatric said to him, your behavior and lack of sleeping, the outburst. You have bipolar disorder. He looked baffled, no mental illness ran in his family. In a daze he stared back at the doctor… Thinking I won’t live like this.
Spilt time puddled upon the floor of existence like a glass of milk pooled on the kitchen table waiting… To be cleaned up.
Couldn’t have been that profound if it didn’t stick.
I often dream of Far away places and far away faces obscure and unfriendly
There is a vessel of emptiness waiting to be filled by a presence so extraordinary that to contain it is not possible yet to walk with it most probable and destined.
Or does our absolute rise beyond infinity or does it die when we do
Sometimes I’m so tired of all of it I just feel like settling.
As though the pressure of your hand crashed force through the glass obliterating it into a mini explosion of ice and shards that sliced right through skin
I felt your need of me each time you pressed again and again
Then circuits burned and all boards went down without messages needed to convey system failed
Even our binary was off beat
Not one code understood
Alone without value
Yet there we stood
Forces of nature gathered the four corners blowing the winds that crashed gracefully upon the shores as the sun burned brightly reflecting diamonds glistening in the sand
Retracting in your eyes
Up head in the distance an alluring shadow appeared likened to a darkness of smoke rather than if a shadow I indulged the illusion by complete acknowledgement only to be aware it wasn’t an illusion but you
You’ll drive I’ll shoot. Traveling at speeds not usually utilized at such measure sacrificed extremes
Hands of precision that tickle the tips of your split apart hands reaching …Eyes that meet with twinkles and the awkward yet unfolding uniqueness of possible new love butterflies blossoming in my abdomen feeling like taking flight could be possible as the moment etches further into our minds burning
Singeing in our hearts memories that live forever
Laying down eyes closed listening to the crackles of leaves beneath your feet and the trickle of the distant stream near by I can only imagine what we would do behind closed doors
The car door slightly open as one foot dangles in and the other out. Turning to switch the key I stop and grin thinking about you and I’m positive you’re grinning too thinking bout me aren’t we just the two
Me and you
Fragments of each other all scattered over our flesh out mind. Mini particles mixed by the human touches and shared thoughts but that’s what we are fragments and i love each fragments each Frame and all especially the stills
Mosaic of memories and pieces of life all in these frames but not kept in order randomly arranged like my hand skimming the top of water and the small ripples reflect back my hand but reflections with core color activated by prisms of future past present we can never really define
We can only accept that which was given
Can a be a part of your lifetime
And all the parts in between
She eagerly waited like a kid waiting to open a gift for his call. Listlessly she hung her body on the end of the bed, half on half hanging off. A despair that was crawling. Then it rang. Her heart jumped and she sprung for the phone, there nothing like the sound of his “Hey how you doing ” because what he doesn’t know is she wasn’t doing nothing but hurting thinking he may not call. If he knew just how she felt he would call early on purpose….. But stubborn as I will keep my grim self deprecating side to myself.
Swear we were packed like a can of sardines in that car, but it didn’t matter we were happy just to be there
I narrowed in and lowered my knees just enough to give my the angle and sprint needed for an effortless yet beautiful dive.
As I entered the water, it enveloped me, welcomed me, held me. I swam
To the edge of the pool, looked up it was you…and we smiled.
Riveting The word Sir is God on the lips of a submissive.
I watched as the live picture rose above the horizon slowly revealing itself inch by inch rise as it painted the canvas of the sky as the illumination grew stronger it was a sunrise to remember
Love secrets object of desire
He was the object of her desire. He loved knowing this. Tormented her at times. Like Dangling carrots. Winds of change blew in and her heart finally desired someone who desired her back. He was left in the wake of her tides as she drifted away at sea farther from him and closer to her other the one to be her true lover.
At the speed of snail I passed your house. The wind blew harshly by. I stared hoping to catch a glimpse of you. I would have settled for the family dogs appearance. But you’re gone… And I wait like a fool believing you will return
I threw your little body up up into the air as you softly landed into my arms and I pulled you close. Your smell your small hands your eyes big in wonderment looking at me… I was enveloped by your love my angel from God.
Suicide
Her legs dangled from the edge of the bed. Feeling all hope gone. Wondering if heaven and hell exist will God let her in… She swallowed the pills three by three and uttered “father son Holy Spirit” looking down the bottle empty as empty as she felt. The loss was too much.
Abortion
They yelled “sinner! Murderess! Your killing your unborn child. The specters who claimed to be Christians judging her as she walked closer to the clinic doors. Seemed like the door was a mile away, she could help but shrink away inside and pray….God help me.
They judged her. But yet call themselves Christians. If that’s Christianity I want no part of it.
Solutions she thought. There are none not for her. Being raped was enough, to bear the child would be too much. Wonder if any of the spectators where raped? She thought as she climbed upon the examination table and took a deep breath.
I got in!!! I got in!!! As he ran into his clique of friends. Waving his acceptance letter to the university that would pave his way to his unknown future.
Finally She ran into him. After years there he was on the same grocery isle as me only feet away. Years she thought in the same town, same small town. There eyes met but she quickly looked away. It was too much as tears puddled in corners of her eyes she felt a hand on her shoulder, he finally found the courage to tell her, speak to her… Was it too late? The pain to much? Her heart said “not this time. Your moment of extraordinary has arrived.” Let him in.” So she looked at him then to the ground as tears flowed. He lifted her chin to look at him. That was all it took. Forever began.
Bipolar Tapestry~Poetic Thoughts 