we have subtle lenses

attached to complex visions.

they call it creativity.

i call me falling off

the deep-end,

not drowning

or swimming in,

but falling.

guess its a perception thing.

i think at least if i were only drowning,

i'd only have five more minutes of

living like this.

but falling,

i am still breathing

and i can be falling forever.

at least thats how it seems.

my mind made up is

always different than

the norm or

the rest of the breathing world.

and i don't care if they do.

leave it to them.

i can't worry about

pleasing everybody.

i have too many damn ledges

to avoid catching,

to avoid becoming

just another anybody

like the rest of you sheep in society.

my eyes will stay

wide awake.

fuck you for loving me

and wanting me

and trying to

pull/push

tempt/sway

bribe/beg

me back to safety.

i don't want to be

tucked away

in someone elses

dreams.

that is my only nightmare.

II

Why didn't you see that coming?

His eyes were closed.

That's not what I mean. Usually, your hyper-vigilance is on point. You avoid trouble because you see it coming. This time, she surprised you with asking you to stand up so that they could remove your restraints. It's not like you to allow yourself to be surprised.

You said it yourself, I avoid trouble. I don't see her as trouble.

Oh, no! He's falling for her. Don't you see that she can put you away for good?

You sound like a 1920s movie character. She gonna rub me out, too?

This isn't funny!

You are to me. Relax yourself or I'll send you to the dark-place.

"Thank you for removing the jacket."

"Is it possible for us to continue to discuss your emotions for a bit longer?"

"I can try, but you need to know that I spend most of my time suppressing them." This is going to be a hard conversation.

"Please keep in mind that there are no right or wrong answers. Why do you suppress them?"

"Better not to feel."

"By denying your emotions, you rob yourself of a vital part of life. Emotions are a part of you. Why would you want to harm yourself that way?"

"I'd rather not feel. Emotions get in the way."

"Of what?"

"In general. Some of you women can't make the simplest decision without discussing how you feel about the decision first. Other times you get paralyzed by your emotions and nothing gets done. It's ridiculous how pathetic you can be." Squirm out of that one. Though, I regret saying it as soon as I did. It's not my goal to hurt her. I just hate talking about you.

We're a part of you. You can't keep up keeping us hidden. The dark-place is inhumane and it's not healthy for you not to acknowledge us.

You're not human.

"Emotions, like anything else, are on a spectrum. Some, like you, choose not to feel. Others allow themselves to be ruled by them. Neither is healthy. There needs to be a happy medium. If you could describe them, what would they look like?"

She didn't even flinch. You've finally met your match.

Shut up.

"I'm afraid that I am not following you."

"You had mentioned that sometimes you see broken glass, that leads you to figure out that you're angry. Who or what does anger look like?"

"Anger is me. I don't see anger as a separate entity."

"Give your anger a form, a face."

"You don't understand. I don't see things that are not there, like someone that struggles with schizophrenia, nor do I have alters or others as if I had dissociative identity disorder. There are no others, I don't believe in the inner child. The inner child grew up. He happens to be sitting in your office at this very moment. So before you go slapping on a label and start spouting psychobabble make sure you have that bit of information straight."

Bitch!

Shut up, anger. Go to the dark-place, now!

______________________________________

He's never called me by my name!

I'm afraid!

Sadness and fear cling to each other. Anger and hate look to each other. Embarrassment is sitting alone, unable to look at anyone. Happiness is nowhere to be found.

A paradigm shift is in the atmosphere. They're all becoming ill.

What are we going to do?

______________________________________

"I meant no disrespect, Mister Chase. The more questions I ask, the better it is that I can know how to help you. I apologize if I lead you to believe otherwise. Shall we pause?"

Disembodied souls

Feasting on our breath...

Everything we know

Is privy to their theft...

Disembodied souls...

Slicing through the sky...

Watch them as they go!...

Romping on the sly...

Nous vivons tous parmi

Leur espèce...

Nous ne sommes pas

Tous aus courant...

Si nous le faisions nous

Lancerions les dés...

En l'état, nous ne connaissons

Pas la valeur de la vie...

Disembodied souls

Feasting on our breath...

Everything we know

Is privy to their theft...

Disembodied souls...

Slicing through the sky...

Watch them as they go!...

Romping on the sly...

(Edit #2)

©11/11/21

--Bunny Villaire

a thief had entered the house

and all

he stole

was the TV remote

Perhaps some prankster kid

because at times

the TV would act strange. So he's probably

close and messing with them

there was only the two of them

home. The old man with

dementia and his

daughter, not a very young woman herself

unable to speak,

the old man

began to cry because he couldn't

watch his favorite

cartoons on TV

and he cried and cried and kept crying

about it

It was too much

and, the daughter thought, it was

about time. About time she

left the past behind and

started her

own life. She was 39, childless,

no husband, no boyfriend, nothing.

Over the next few days

she arranged for the old man

to be placed into foster care. He was still

crying.

Sacrifices had to be made. She was wiping her

own tears when the

phone rang.

She picked up

and a nurse told her they'd taken her

father to the ER

as he wouldn't stop crying

"Goodness, what happened to him? Is

he all right now?"

"Um, mam, this might be

difficult to hear but..."

"Yes?"

"In the ER, they found a TV remote

lodged inside his

rectum."

***

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I crave connection,

and to be alone.

No, not loneliness,

I crave peace-of-mind.

My work is to serve

and communicate

but my treasure is

my work of fine art.

Connection,

peace-of-mind,

in service

and the arts,

with people,

but alone.

Paradox

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the little girl was scared

at first

but now she was terrified

and about to have

a panic attack

He kept her tight

in his arms and covered her

ears and

told her to calm down

and that everything will

be all right

It was 02:24 AM and the

knocks in

the door and all around

the walls and windows

still carried on

And there were howls

coming from

outside and

curses and a constant sound

of nails scratching

on wood

“Daddy, I’m scared! I’m…”

“I know, dear, I know. But

you have to

calm down. Remember to focus

on your breathing like I told you.

Deep, deep breaths, okay? Deep. In

and out. I promise you,

tomorrow everything’s gonna

be fine. I swear.”

“Is it zombies?” asked the

little girl.

“No, dear. It’s something else.”

“What’s it called?”

“An ex-girlfriend, dear.”

***

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You wrote our names on the seashore,

And the waves washed them away

You wrote our names on the windowpane,

And the lashing rain laved them away

You wrote our names with water droplets,

And the sun dried them away

But I sealed your name in my heart,

And now, you have scrapped it away.

Saw the colors in me

When I turned off the light

Knew who I really wanted to be

A smile on my face they want to write

They are not a part of our community

But they understand our daily struggles

They have a mature and open mentality

Making us see life in better angles

Some people are not just friends

They are a part of your familly

In your relationships you see no ends

Enjoying moments, living life happily

Sometimes we get rejected

Many people turning us their backs

They'll make you feel protected

Going with you on the same track

They'll push you to the top

When your familly is taking you down

From your eyes no more tears will drop

On your head they'll put a rainbow crown

And when life gets brighter

They'll celebrate your victory

All of you were the fighters

The reason behind this glory

I don't have a storybook life.

I am simply ‘normal’.

A privileged girl

who does privileged girl things

And has privileged girl hobbies.

Not a total brat,

But not fully grateful.

I always wanted more.

I wanted a life like the ones in the stories that always filled my head.

I never realized adventures were so appealing

because they always ended happily,

and if they didn't

I could be glad it wasn't real.

So I messed myself up,

And learned the dark side of books.

My fantasy changed to realistic fiction.

I didn’t recognize my life becoming bookish until him.

Everything he said was textbook depression.

“Make the voices stop.”

“I can’t.”

“Go away.”

He even swallowed sleeping pills to complete the story.