Vivid Rain

The rain falls heavy with splashes of time;
there seems to be plenty for every type of mind.
I can hear the sounds on the banging roof,
playing a song for all what really should.
Pretending not to give a dam,
as the people of the world don’t know who I am.

Tears of pain in the morning rain.
Tears of shame let me see it again.
Tears of what makes all people the same.

I’m a mental man
Dancing in tears of vivid rain.

I want to be loved when I’m feeling sane,
I’m waiting for the white coats that all look the same.
I can see the war that’s leaving a stain,
but that’s ok because I’m dancing in tears of vivid rain.

Let me tell you the secrets to life.
Let me sell you some sugar and spice.
Let me dance with a woman who’s not my wife.

I’m a mental man
Dancing in tears of vivid rain.

It’s gone all quiet, and I’m feeling safe,
I’ve been living in what looks like a place,
tired of life and the human grace.

But I’m still alive, dancing in tears of vivid rain.

One day the tears will stop,
and they won’t come for me while I rot,
I’ll just be a shadow of these walls that are not.

I’m a mental man
Dancing in tears of vivid rain.

The rain falls heavy with splashes of time;
there seems to be plenty for every type of mind.
I can hear the sounds on the banging roof,
playing a song for all what really should.
Pretending not to give a dam,
as the people of the world don’t know who I am.

I’m a mental man
Dancing in tears of vivid rain.

Believing

Drink the fresh air that feeds your restless lungs.
Feel this moment – saturated in the scent from the dark red sunflower.
Hug your family and have a little fun.
Love is you, and you are a being, living out life with all this believing.

Unravel Your Mind

Unravel your mind from the past and the present.
Visualize your DNA scrolls – making magic that is you,
one of a kind – which is rather pleasant.

Look into the future
and see yourself beyond this computer.
Reach out and become the one thing you want,
don’t give up because that’s what nobody wants.

Let’s take a walk in the garden.
Let’s fly through the lavender clouds.
Let’s smile and remember who you were,
before times that can now be lost and forgotten.

Everyone awaits your glorious return,
from that person who was born to make it
in this end.

Today

The green trees dance through my window.
The wind plays a keyless piano – rolling down the chimney for now.
The birds sing while the river runs through the morning chill.

But I’m cosy and warm, sitting here with my inner thoughts.

I’m going to paint a picture.
I’m going to write that song.
I’m going to create a rhymeless poem because I can, I command, I’m driving this little plan.

The blossoming shrubs are waving at me – while I comb my hair in the mirror.
The crystal blue skies look down at me with a beautiful surprise.

The ginger cat sits on those old steps,
Waiting for me to come out of the house,
so we can share a moment and a single breath
that takes us on a journey for our memories and our health.

But I’m waiting for something;
I’m waiting for myself.

I’m going to do it today!
Because I haven’t got time for anything else.

Free

I’m dressed in white.
I’m in this place where they keep the doors locked at night.
I’m trying to break free from you and me.

But it’s all in my head and needs to be undone.

People help me –
talk to me
while showing what’s defined as love.

I’m waiting for my family to come
so that I can smile,
talk, and be free
like that flying white dove.

Colour

The daisies are custard yellow and dreamy white.
The hanging baskets are filled with pinks,
purples, vivid greens
and sharp reds that look a delight.

People walking throughout the day,
wearing shiny fantastic shoes
that make you want to choose.

The colourful rainbow comes once in a while,
beyond the creamy grey and cloudy horizon.

The red-breasted robin comes out to play,
followed by a black crow;
feasting between the patches
of white and lemon daffodils.

Children colouring in pictures
with a million felt tip pens,
pouring from their pencil cases.

The colour of life is animated with brilliance.
I’m coming along for a ride,
in my orange and gold – polka-dot slippers.

Depression

The pills line up with a glass of warm water.
I feel numb before and after my wander.
I can’t see the faces that want my time.
Questioning life, asking it to be all fine.

I feel high,
I feel low,
I feel like I’m ready to die.

But something resides in my mind;
it’s telling me to get up and decide.

I listen,
I forget,
I listen again,
I forget.

I’m still here but feel regret
because in my mind I want to forget.

Today I feel like a different kind.

I have strength,
I have power.
I have family that waits for me
with a bunch of considered flowers.

So,
here I am,
alive again
in this moment of significant hour.

I’ve Got Bipolar

I’ve been diagnosed with a condition;
it’s like climbing a ladder that never ends.
Even when I’m at the top,
I’m still at the bottom
while I hold on and pretend.

Sometimes, I forget I’m on this ladder,
especially when I’m with family and friends.
When I’m with them,
I just don’t want it to end.
And then I fall
and have to start again.

But I’m coping well –
with this condition
because now I know what it is.

I have to tell myself again –
it’s only in my head.

I’m living life.
I’m feeling brave.
I own it and know it.

So, let’s take a little time out
and feel the need to show it.

I’m Addicted

I’m addicted to alcohol, drugs and sex.
I want more, even when I’m filled with all this mess.
I’m addicted to alcohol;
I’m addicted to drugs;
I’m addicted to wild – lucid sex.

I’ve started to bleed from the inside.
But I can clean up the mess on the outside.
No one’s listening to my silent cries for help,
I might as well sit here and give out a little yelp.

I know what I have to do.
I have all the answers about what needs to be done.

So I will pick up the courage
and fight my addicted self.
It’s the only way to get back on track
and start loving myself.

Editors Note

I hope you enjoyed these poems? I find in life that we may all go through hard times with friends, family and yourself. There seems to be a connection with what’s happening around you or where you are on your timeline. People can work through things slowly or quickly. If these poems inspire you? You know all the answers are inside your head. I wrote Vivid Rain as a song; maybe you can compose some music to it?

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