Inside the Bipolar Mind: Scrivener

We do for others because we don't know how to do for ourselves. We do for others because we feel it is the only way to make up for the damage we feel our craziness is doing to society. We do for others because it makes us feel good when nothing else in the whole world does, not even pills. We stay quiet and sit in the corner because others seem so much more needy. We require so little, you and I. A fact which does not sit well with others who would label us as too much to handle. When in truth, all those such as us really need is a bit of understanding, a bit of reciprocation, maybe a touch on the cheek once in a while and a sly wink. The rest of the world is needy. I'd rather be crazy. ~~Aimee

Monday, 26 December 2011

Scrivener

Hear the wind call
Hear its gentle breeze
Hear the sorrows cry
Scattered forgotten seeds

Endless words written
Lines upon lines
Long now forgotten
Rhyme within rhyme

In the nothingness
that once existed when
I drop a bit of ink
and close my mind til then

A scrivener I'm not
Nor shall I ever be
A wanton wayward soul
Trapped betwixt and between