silent screams 

again, I lose the battle
what is and what should be
penury of courage 
leaves me
wanting, I can’t start over
the end
comes upon me 
the rushing east wind
seizes all strength 
banishes hope to the gallows
silence screams
the object 
of my fear taunts me ceaselessly
i die a thousand times 
i’d rather not rise again
the pain of rising
greater than the thrill of it
try to smooth-talk me
say it’s going to be fine
 try to pick me a rose
say tomorrow will be better 
we both
know where today ends
our veils of innocence
lifted ahead of their time. 

Solace In The Dark

 She finds her shelter in the dark

Her solace in the shadows

Away from Sun – the prying eye

The mouth that venom spills

There’s succor sure in the obscure

The murky grounds of gloom

And when they slam their gavel grand

Her dimness knows no bounds


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Once Upon A Time, She Was…

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Once upon a time, she was sane,
Life couldn’t be rosier, like sugarcane,
Ere the pains of life became her bane,
And ‘joie de vivre’ began to wane.

Once upon a time, not so far away,
A frown she could keep at bay,
The Smile, her winning way,
Gracing her face every day.

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Once upon a time, she ‘danced in the rain,’
Her gust of wind daring the weather vane,
We wondered wherefrom such might and main,
This chatterbox who lit up our erstwhile quiet lane.

Once upon a time before she crossed the line,
The thin boundary between insane and not deranged,
Before she lost the stitch that could have saved her nine,
She must have been lucid, she must have been unchained.



Poet’s personal note: I believe that no person is born with mental illness. This is something that develops over time and then just snaps. We all have to be alert to the warning signs. Support is vital, in addition to seeking prompt professional help. Let us give some love….TODAY.

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Angry Rantings: Bully Boss

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If I could reach into its place

And bring my heart out

You would see the many scars

Created by you, Bully Boss


When, Bully Boss, will you free me

Of your temper tantrums?

Of the arsenal of your tongue

Coated with lethal venom?


You give me a cent

And take back nine

I want to make a living

You’d rather have my life


I try to make myself but you mar me

I try to heal but you afflict me

I try to advance, you’re my drawback

I try to live but you kill me

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I’ve died a thousand times, for you

And risen just as many times, for Me

I’m strong Bully Boss, can’t you see?

Stronger than you’d ever care to admit


You’re weak Bully Boss, you’re weak,

Your temper controls you

Your tongue has you under subjection

You yield to its every whim


But then thank you Bully Boss, thank you

Because of you, I know who I am

I am beautiful, resilient, valiant

The half of me, you’ll never know