Firecracker Paper

Firecracker Paper

A Poem by Silverdweller88

It's a juicy chlorophyllic energy I possess

It's the frog bursting from a pond

I was told to drink green tea

One bright, shiny day 

When the ohm brightened the doorway as it welcomed in

Solar streams

I heard it, a monk drunken and sighing

Chimes ringing in little ditties throughout the day

Flutes strung and flung out for the wind to play

I am set to record

Intermittently, whimsically

I am down to breathing, religiously

It's the rhythmic fidgeting

It's the pace of my feet

The reasonless beat that streaks naked

In the house

Contained, a ticking time bomb

With flashy firecracker paper

It's the irregular rhyming,

The God filled shadows launching off of me

Trading reality for an alternating potential 

It's half a powdery pill

Strung out daily

The downward dosage

That releases this scene

It's the lack of that half

The yin yang 

The schitzing joy

Widening those jail bars

With my bare hands

It unburdens the lungs

It's a plan

© 2020 Silverdweller88

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the feet move, the hands move, the fingers start tapping...
Poems from the mind come to existence on paper...
we are the rhythm, the beat of the world around us.
we notice,
this poem is so notice, you write with electric strokes...
I guess we all have an "alternating potential"
but making it real is the key.
I cannot believe you have no reviews on this your other poem...that is craziness,
because this is such talent.

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Added on June 6, 2020
Last Updated on June 6, 2020
Tags: Schizophrenia, mental illness, energy, poetry, mental health, nature, perception, sensation



Charlotte, NC