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.
the fault in our stars1. face about the stars
you are one boy with ironclad dreams
and a paper heart
one day you will be a man, and
you must remember that only men
can burn down the sky
2. don't forget that this is a lucid dream
remember how you were born;
remember how your hands were tiny
and how they clutched at the air
as if you could grasp it--
become its master and use it
as a tool of your will
did you ever think those hands
would grow bigger--did
you ever think those hands would
bring me to love you
did you ever think
3. sometimes i marvel at the words i create
and the irony that the ones i say never matter
i would tell you i'm sorry,
but i've written myself dry
so that the sounds from my mouth are senseless
and i love you no longer means a thing
4. consider the stars:
look closely at them--
check their surfaces
we cannot see the cracks, sir;
we will never be able to see the faults
but we hear them roaring in our heads
reminding us of our humanity
reminding us to breathe;
and my dear, when i held your
A diamond in the roughHe says I sparkle, he says I shine, but only because he is mine.
The dullest stone in the dirt, broken smashed, raw and hurt.
With tender eyes and a loving heart, he bent down and picked me up.
Polished and cleaned with loving care. A diamond in the rough, one not to share.
But the gem I am sparkles only under his light, a radiant glow that lasts all night.
A treasured piece that he holds close, for I am the one he loves the most.