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phyllis hyman… (poem)

I was discussing with someone randomly the irony and sadness of the fact that Phyllis Hyman had an album entitled “Prime of My Life” and unfortunately committed suicide in said prime.  If you are not familiar with Phyllis Hyman or her music, click here to get a brief synopsis.  After that get familiar with a voice that I dare you to try to describe.    My poem below is inspired by her life and struggles, because a lot of it is parallel to some things I have gone through in the past.

Phyllis Hyman - Prime of My Life album cover

irony.

potential

is just shit I haven’t done yet

and probably won’t

maybe i was born

catalyst resistant

unhappily consistent

self loathingly persistent

and here I  sit

in my alleged prime

just a number

where i can only be divided by myself evenly

your words

your praises

seem to only leave remainders of dashed dreams

and futile hoping

leaving me living all alone

in this crowded space.

depression has a strange sense of humor that way.

except i’m not laughing.

A Phyllis Hyman video for you to enjoy…

 

[originally posted 9-23-10]

a mess…

Random poem/musings  I wrote a few weeks ago after seeing this on tumblr:

I'm warning you now before you get too involved. I'm a fucking mess.

no really, i am.

sometimes i’m a little goofy

i’m a bit clumsy and i knock things over

and some days I cry for no reason when i’m happy

and some days i smile when i’m hurt

and i don’t say what i mean sometimes

i don’t mean what I say some days

sometimes i foget what i’m saying mid senstence

and sometimes i don’t really forget but  i just lose the courage to say it

and some days I am a little too silly

so you can’t see that i’m sad

and sometimes I’m mean to people who love me

but i can admit that i’m wrong

i’m a mess

but you love me in spite of

or maybe because or

but for whatever reason,

remember that sometimes i forget to say thank you.






made me think of one of my favorite songs by Alanis Morisette: “Everything”…

how to deal with me… part 1

deal with me... if you dare...

I was thinking today about my bouts throughout my life with depression and with just general sadness, grief, or even anger. One thing that stuck out to me is people saying or doing the wrong things. An important part of someone’s coping with depression or a sadness is the support of family and friends. Note that I said SUPPORT. A lot of times people think that their words or actions are supportive but actually are the antithesis. I cannot speak for every person, but here is what NOT to do for me when I am going through something or feeling “some kinda way.”

Never tell me not to cry. This is in essence invalidating my emotions and my expression. Believe me, that will not improve the situation. Instead, just hand me a tissue, hug me, or or just make your calm state be contagious, but never dictate to me how I can release if it is not hurting anyone. Now if I start kicking and punching walls, handle that. Not that I’ve done anything like that before  *straight face* (I don’t even believe that, lol).

I would never kick or punch a wall... you don't believe that either, do you?

Never spout platitudes and cliches at me while I am in an actively distressed state.  It will instantly, while in my slightly delusional frame of mind, make me think you are patonizing me.  I tend to overthink things when I am …. ummm… okay, I always overthink things.  This is the curse gift and the curse.  In fact this makes me think of lines I have in a poem of mine:

And folks have the nerve to tell me how I should feel

Cliches being thrown at me

Kind of like a life’s a bitch martyr

Oh yeah, never tell me how I SHOULD feel.  Such as, “Don’t be mad,” “Don’t be sad,” “This ain’t worth it,” etc.  Everyone has a right to their reactions to a situation.  Usually any irrational feelings will work themselves out once you have time to process a whole situation.  Usually this  can happen if the person is allowed to talk their feelings out in a safe feeling environment.

The More You Know rainbow

Have you taken all of that in?

So you wonder the what you should say or do.  For me: just listen, let me get it out.  Then when I have calmed down (which I will do) just  ask me, “Do you want to talk about?  Do you want my advice?”  If I say no, don’t.  If I say yes, do.  Just be there.  Simple as that.

Go Joe!

Just being there is half the battle. (Go Joe!)

sanity prayer, this makes sense.

I am going through some stuff, this is a bad thing.  I can’t stop writing & posting, this is a good thing.  Y’all might get sick of me this week, but these are my thoughts and I can’t control the speed at which they come:

chill pill for sanity

wish it were this easy... I am still waiting for the chill pill to get FDA approved.

hi my name is alise

i am bitter

*hi alise*

imaginary friend… grant me the sanity

to not kick him in the throat

the courage to feel my feelings

and the wisdom to get….

over it.

and make this make sense.

amen.

clap for me…

post from 5/12/10… One of my favorite poems I have written, “Clap For Me”…

Coming off the high of a fabulous birthday weekend…  and I am drifting off into a mini(many)-depression, so I decided I needed to write(right).  I have this feeling of despondency and don’t know how to shake it.  I have not ever felt so lonely.  Not lonely in the sense of people not being around, but lonely in the sense that I just can’t quite connect with the people around me.  It is like the world is moving around me but I am in slow motion.  It is like I want to tell people hello but they are moving too fast to notice me.  The only “friend” that slows down to embrace me is depression.  How about that for a toxic friendship?  Anyway, I wrote this poem because I need some positive life forces to stop, take notice of me, and just clap for me to encourage me to keep going and pick up speed with the real world.  This is a poem means a great deal to me.  I actually wrote it in about 10 minutes and even had it memorized the next day.  Yes, it wrote itself.  That’s how it goes when something is brewing in your spirit just fighting to get out.  I hope you enjoy it, but more so I hope you understand it and therefore understand me…

I need someone to clap for me
Days like these I crave applause
If I can’t get a round of it
I’ll settle for a scrap of it
At least a snap of it
So I can snap out of it
And I don’t know what IT is
But I want out of it
But the only way to free me
Is to recognize me
Look at me
Behold my sight
So I can hold on to my sanity
To know that my identity…
Matters.
To someone besides me.
I need to know someone is beside me
On the side of me
Reassure the pride in me
Lonely is only good if you decide to be
But I awake every morning to the sound of one hand clapping
I need ovations
Preferably standing
I’m just not understanding
How I ended up the supporting actress in my one woman show
To a audience of none
I need a fan if only just one
To confirm my existence
Acknowledge my persistence
I want to be great in the mind of someone else too


I need someone to miss me
Shit, even dismiss me
Because even then they may feel some kinda way about me
But at least they would have felt something

And now the applause sign is blinking
And I am thinking
Why is it so quiet?
Did they not hear my ultimate slam poem called life
I wouldn’t care if you low-scored it
I just wouldn’t be able to bear if you ignored it
Caution wet floor because my soul I just poured it
Pain I endured it…
And I just want you to reward it
With the action of pressing one hand against another rapidly
As if my life depended on it
And when I finished that line
I thought about crossing the finish line
In a race alone if you come in first
You still come in last
No matter how fast…. you try to run
Good thing the starter pistol is not a loaded gun
Otherwise I would have ended this reality before it had even begun
And the only thing that would have stopped me….
Was for someone to clap for me.