GREEN
If I grew quick and clever
Touching surface too soon
Would I likely get overturned?
It was not my Spring… yet try I did
To bloom from what I’d learned
We foolish flowers
Beyond helpful powers…
Aren’t most of us lost
Premature?
Should I survive
I would live for the Light
As I always have strived
To be sure
-Dallas Volk
Community blog since 2013. For the marginalized who wish for change and increased awareness; autistic, 'ADD' etc, complex chronic illness, trauma/bullying/mental health/addiction, supporters too. Share experiences i.e. self discovery, getting through, life lessons, info for awareness, discrimination, human rights, how you've been affected, how/what you'd like to see change. Anonymity if requested. Send *titled* pieces to bohemian.miss@gmail.com
Sunday, August 3, 2014
Clouded / fragmented - by Flora Alice
The worst feelings
are ones I simply
can't describe
a white blank page
clouding me
when everything escapes me
and any traces of logic flee
white noise
clouds clattering
cluttering me
when all I've learnt
seems wiped away
leaving me
hanging in air
suspended
when pattern collapses
leaving me breathless
I watch the fragments
float away
out of sight
when I feel
completely
incomplete
my body scattered
my mind shattered
F J-M
Seeing red / I exist / meltdown? - by Flora Alice
Seeing red / I exist / meltdown?
My head is spinning
My body is yearning
Churning
Swirling with anger
Trapped in my own body
Trapped in my own skin
My silence is deafening
My stillness is trembling
Everyone leaves me
I am leaving
I have left
Left my body
I feel like crimson smoke
Floating in the air
A bitter residue
Of an unknown despair
I am red
A vermilion hue
The colour that I loathe
I am my biggest fear
If only someone
could step inside my skin
maybe then they would see
what it's like to be me
Listen to my silence
my stark sighs
Or ignore them
as you do
I know it is much easier
To pretend
That I am okay
Like I am the others
But please
please, just remember
that I exist
I exist.
F. J-M
Powerless - A poem by Flora Alice
It's a funny thing
how the human race
can turn me powerless
Gag bound
They mute me
Sellotape my face
so I cannot breathe
Restrained
They tie me up
wind me around
so I am paralysed
Tied by the ropes
of anxiety
holding me back
and pulling me out
of reality
F J-M
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