Swing Hide, Swing Seek
I see bubbling noodles showing me a sick narcissism.
The noodles are the good in me disintegrating.
I wander through bipolar land and know
sometimes I hide, and sometimes I need adoration.
When I hide, I want to fall asleep and not come back.
When I seek, I hate the asshole that I am, and I see
I am so far away from being a good thing in this world.
Bipolar, Death, Depression, Failure, Hide and Seek, Isolation, Noodle Brain, Poems, Poetry, Take Me To The Hospital
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#1 by Find an Outlet on May 19, 2012 - 12:49 am
Your best poetry always leaves me at the latter end of ‘please knock it off’ and ‘brilliant.’ The editor and human being in me wants to delete the last line.
Someday you will be quoted, at least by me…this reminds me of the Barbellion quote where he says “I am in love with my own ruin.” We can relate.
#2 by Carl on May 26, 2012 - 7:27 am
Thank you for your comment. You are a sharp reader, and I appreciate all you say here.
#3 by Carl D'Agostino on May 19, 2012 - 7:54 am
We all ever remain a work in progress. Already but not yet. If we merely are never the source of anyone’s misfortune we are “good things”.
#4 by Carl on May 26, 2012 - 7:28 am
I like that. Seek first to do no harm.
#5 by Evelyn on May 23, 2012 - 5:12 pm
another poem, extremely fluid and strong.
your style is different, less nonsense, less silly and more perfectly you.
has someone been working with you? did you take another class?
this line is amazing.
“sometimes I hide, and sometimes I need adoration”
I love it and I dont know why.
#6 by Carl on May 26, 2012 - 7:33 am
I don’t know what is happening. I want to know how to write well, but it is such a violent mystery. All I want to do is tell the truth about how it is to try to live sometimes and that works here and there. Thank you for commenting.