OUCH ON THE COUCH
Why do you always grow so big and mean?
When the weather changes to a winter scene
And when the rain comes dripping down
You multiply and without a sound.
The breezes and wind must feed you well
In them your dancing wildly feels like hell.
So now you got me in your grip
With electrical claws you tear and rip
And fill my face with fire waves.
How do you decide who becomes your slaves?
My jaw it dances pogo to painful beat
And my normal-ness sits back seat.
And all the while no one can see
The T.N. monster torturing me.
You’ve taken half my smile away
A half a smile is how ill stay
Part of my face is a droopy sag
My head should be cover with a bag.
Funny all this and you still
Have not over taken my will
One time soon you shall see
Ill force you to leave me be.
Then ill pass the answers along
Ways to keep you where you belong.

That is a great poem! Keep up the good work!! You can do it! I have faith in you! Fight that depression and saddness away with happy thoughts!! *hugs*
Wish

Liked this one too. You are a pretty talented writer. Keep 'em coming!

-Cgirl-

DOCTOR FEEL GOOD - Tina -
I still feel it, so vivid… can you recall?
Strapping me with Velcro your aids holding me down
My pleas of no no, well can you recall?
How you smiling face stared
As you wiped those pliers,
To a sparkling shine.
Pulled plastic gloves over
Those doctor hands.
I can still see, you
Flexing your grip,
Fingers stretching then
Closing into a fist.
Can you recall, remember…
Your face so close to mine
I could smell your breathing
Feel it too, upon my face
That was black and blue.
Your breath, stinging me
Do you recall?
How you pulled and tugged
Until each wire was out
Over 20 plus the 4 big ones.
Do you remember?
My blood dripping
Down my lips and chin
Sure you do. My blood
Trapped all over your gloves
And the tooth that I spit out
When I finally got to rinse.
Do you recall? The gauze
You stuffed in my mouth
To sop up the bleeding
So your work seemed clean and noble
Do you know it has been 7 yrs ?
Can you recall like I do
That day I was strapped
in your chair Way in the back room
Or did it leave your memory
Like a sweet dream lost to the light of day?
I cannot judge that’s for another
I can only forgive, and hope
You as a doctor forgot
That day , That day I can never forget.
That day I do forgive but
That day I will never forget.

That poem gave me the shivers. And it's not cold in here, either. Somebody's up pretty early thinking about old things. Did you dream about it, BMW? I hope not. Please don't ever recommend me to that dentist!

I like your writing, though. It really gets the picture across...

Idealist

Oh, I wanted to ask you. I see in your profile that you like writing. Do you write anything else besides poems?

Idealist