Matter Over MindMatter over mind
And my brain will be more kind.
I'll fight 'till I win
I won't end up in a looney bin.
I will have to implore
Until my OCD is out the door.
I won't give up on me
But I want everything to let me be.
Meds and drugs can be a help
But oo much of those make me yelp.
This struggle shouldn't be daily.
I just want to shout "Give up, Kaylee!"
This won't be forever,
Never say never!
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
If only every time mind was over matter I had a quarter.
I'd be rich.
Star-writHear me read it!
It is nebulonic fate that we should dance
together in this burning bald ballroom
as the flames lick up the sepiatic walls
and drip curled paper down upon us.
It is our right to spin each other here
in the torrentous reign of flames and ash
as the chandelier, already hanging,
spits and sparks at us, trying to take us too;
and as everything we ever loved or cherished
in porcelain veneer or hand-crafted sycamore
crumbles to a close, still the thought remains-
that it is our star-writ fate to dance on.