If you gave me a
Map of life, and asked me to
Point out sanity
With pins or markers,
The map would end up covered
In holes and marks
With about five pins
Still stuck to it, and the rest
On the floor somewhere
The marks would look like
Dots with X's and scribbles
Where I changed my mind
If you asked me now
"Do you think you are making
good choices in life?"
I would answer you
In installments with long gaps
Of "Um" and "I guess"
Never getting close
To a straight answer, hoping
You would just move on
When I am manic
I feel superior to
everyone I know
When I am depressed
I feel like what I deserve
Is abuse alone
I have no idea
Where stable is anymore
Maybe it is here
In these moments where
I stare into the chaos
And type quietly
Trying to capture
memories and anxieties
And stick them right here
Where they can settle
Out of my heart, and I
can make sense of them
This crazy, little
thing we call life, is not
A box of candy
Our loves and heartbreaks
Triumphs and defeats cannot
Be defined by words
Life is not some big
rollercoaster, no, life
is wilder than that
You spend most of it
Never knowing up from down
Or ground from clouds, but
sometimes when I type,
it almost makes sense and my
feet touch earth again
Sometimes when I share
My words with my friends, our love
Makes me sane again
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Poems
PuisiI write poetry to try to cope with my emotions and find a path forward. Here are some poems I wrote when I needed to figure things out.
