PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

This piece was inspired by botulism while I was going through it. At least that's what my doctor suspected it was from my description. I did not go to the doctor while I was sick. Having had the experience, which reminded me of how Wesley in The Princess Bride must have felt when he was on that torture device, was the most excruciating pain of my life. I feel like I could almost relate to a torture victim. It felt like a thousand knives with electrical cords attached all moving in opposite directions as it shocked me and made my body convulse over and over and over again. This persisted for months with more time in between each shock. 

I survived!!

Also inspired by my first poetic friend who disappeared all of a sudden. 

I wrote this about a guy I attempted to date.

My father passed when I was 7. Heroine was his drug of choice. I believe in my heart he was a good man and hope that he found peace.

I'm sure we've all felt this in one sense or another...

I lost my mom on Dec 18th 2008. I wrote this for her and it was read at her funeral a week later. It's been a month. And I am still waiting for it's going to get easier part to start.

(Updated; From Psycho- Confessions)