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Title: Empty hearts and poisoned spaces
Author: Dawn Beuttell
Date Submitted: 2/11/2009

 
Poem: Empty hearts and poisoned spaces,
Warped perceptions lead to crazy places,
So much more than ups and downs,
Or unbalanced chemicals bouncing round,
Obsessions, melt-downs, soul disabled,
Yet creativity and inspiration enabled,
Dark twisted thoughts entwine with the sublime,
Both ends of the poles in frightening quick time,
Hysterics, laughter, dysphoria,
Every extreme in technicolour,
Up go the walls, out come the fists,
Welcome back the belief that everything is shit,
Never do you remember the extent of the despair,
I guess that’s so we have the strength for the next episode we bare,
But what I try to hold on to,
No matter how bad it gets,
There’s always a lift around the corner,
Them days when I feel the best,
At least we are blessed with both ends of the poles,
Up we go, to balance the lows,
Excitement, and beauty in the simplest creation,
Laughter and passion and love and elation,
Insightful, open minded, strong and deep,
A life of variety, with challenges steep,
Never let go of the fact that we’re special,
Not born to be average or tied to the sensible,
Passionate, interesting, driven, extreme,
I can think of worse ills, where one has no dreams...