To my poets, lovers of poetry, and all other things beautiful: For a free download of my track, "She Does It Well (Remixx)", click on my photo to your left. I hope you enjoy. RESPECT & LOVE
*Note: The original version of this track can be found on my Spoken Word CD, "Eloquent Misery". You can find "Eloquent Misery" under my Store tab.
my poem "BOYS LIKE YOU"- video
As promised, here is a video of my poem "Boys Like You". I apologize for the light quality, but when I have the edited version, I will re-post. If any of you would like to purchase this poem as a mp3, let me know & I will make it happen immediately. I hope you enjoy. RESPECT & LOVE #diaryofadayumpoet
Fractured time when love jones & open hearts mingle & multiply
like memories of memories
Emotions on repeat
My need hangs thick in the air
because I fell prey to a climax
I filled the spaces where you should’ve been
with some kind of Huck syndrome possessing my lips
Your name became an incantation, & my waist was spellbound
So I fondled my soul and everything in between
I let go of past skeletons with no remorse
& burned bridges I never wanted to cross again
It’s because of you
You are my lifelong moment
The want & the need my spirit will never forget
I’m sure when I utter your name in my sleep,
it sounds like “Huck”
You’ve laid claim on my forever
You are my 7-fifty-2
(If you don't understand the reference, search Scandal "7:52")
Bipolar Diary: entry #1
Original Date: December 11, 2010
I live my life trapped within the walls of the unknown. I never know what I will be feeling from one moment to the next. When I’m happy, I have to grab that happiness with both hands because it can be a fleeting emotion. Now, there are times where my happiness lasts for a span of days or weeks. During those periods, I am on top of the world. I am at the highest peak of the highest mountain, and no one can touch me!! But the descent from that elevated emotion is especially more difficult than the climb up. Well, it’s more like something is tugging at every corner of my emotions so my descent is not done willingly. I am being dragged down, kicking and screaming, by something beyond my control.
I know that everyone goes through the highs and lows of life. I know that everyone gets sad or “down in the dumps”, at times. But when your heartache, sadness, confusion or pain is over, mine is ever-present. An event or happenstance that may only affect you slightly can be devastating to me, to my mind and emotions.
So often, I’ve heard people voice their opinion saying that I, or others like me, have control over my thoughts and emotions. But if it were that simple, then it wouldn’t be called a MENTAL ILLNESS. Think about this: How often do you blame others who are inflicted with some type of illness for being sick , and do you tell them that they have the power to make themselves feel better? What? Would it be better if my illness was cancer or leukemia? Or would you still tell me to suck it up and just “roll with the punches”?
Yes, I know I must have the willpower to fight, but how can you fight something when you don’t know what you’re fighting against? How do I fight the anger, the sadness, the confusion and the anxiety when I haven’t the slightest inclination as to why I have these feelings? And there really is no easy way for me to escape because I also have PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder). This disorder causes me to be anxious and have horrible nightmares in which I relive certain tragic events that have occurred in my life. So see, sleeping is not a safe escape for me either.
The saddest, and sometimes disheartening, thing is even if I’m on the correct medications at the right dosages to help me maintain some form of normalcy in my life and I stay in therapy, the symptoms still come back. That makes me recollect when I was first diagnosed about three years ago, and the doctor told me that maintaining a healthy life with Bipolar Disorder was a lifetime battle. These days… I’m beginning to believe that is true. #bipolardiary
To my poets, lovers of poetry and all other things beautiful: WELCOME!! As you can see, I have a new home. The dynamics of my site have changed a bit, but the comfort will remain the same. For those of you who are familiar with www.atasteofrawsuga.com, please don't fret because if you use that web address, you will be redirected here.
I am still in the process of transferring certain things from the other site to this one. I will be moving all of my Bipolar Diary entries here, the chapters I've written of The Sasha Morning Chronicles and a few poems of my choosing. I will also frequently use this site to update you on my upcoming events, features and publications. There is also a Contact Form available where you can contact me directly. If you want to leave a comment on a particular post, feel free, but don't be alarmed because you can't actually see your comment. It comes directly to me as well.
For those of you who continuously show your love and support, I have to say thank you. For those of you who are new to my world, thank you for joining me on this journey. I will live, and I will fight...one page at a time. RESPECT AND LOVE.
"I was blessed with the ability to make ugly look pretty. This is my superpower."