The colorless haze of lithium

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Wednesday, September 19, 2007

My Heart

My heart never beat calm here in this place. It always struggled to not be different. It's rhythm came too fast, faster than the other kids. With all it had seen, it could no longer stay inside---covered by my chest. No longer safe it became scarred and bruised, beating too fast, and... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Mania --an Addiction

I've been working on an article and would like it if you could tell me what you think, here is some info on what it is about. If you ask a Psychiatrist how many bipolars go off meds he will tell you a small precentage. I know this to be different. My brother at 28 died of an overdose, of alcohol,... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Carousel Clowns

Carousel clowns spinning between, watching as nothing is what it seems-- running, screaming-- thru their death dreams. Their faces distorted, chasing the night. Bring them out from behind the light. Look behind their masks of bizarre, see what they really are. Against the wall they become nothing.... Sign in to see full entry.

Daisychained

On the playground I play--daisychains, monkeybars and my barefeet. I close my eyes spinning, laughing to the sky-- and I fall. Can you keep me here in this sunny day, before the black clouds take me away--from the sun. Honeysuckles and candybracelets, no longer sweet--become sticky with remembering. Sign in to see full entry.

Junkies

Her hair falls down over her eyes covering them-- she can't see. It's never been about her, it was never okay for her to just be. Whatever she wanted walked away, whatever she needed wouldn't stay. What she became no one could view on the inside, the underneath cuts thru and every dirty needle,... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, September 14, 2007

You

I feel you but you're not there, I touch where you were, and my hands come away cold. The air heavy with laughter is now thin and void, and I fall thru; All the pain is coming from you, and I'm bleeding. It's a different place now, I covered it with paint and glue. But there are still cracks in the... Sign in to see full entry.

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