Spectrum

Did you ever have that feeling?

That feeling like you’d burst.

The build up of pure emotion,

Sinking so deep, totally immersed.

Did you ever have that feeling,

The pressure forcing out tears.

No matter how you try to contain,

They break and just appear.

Some days I get that feeling,

At each end of the spectrum of love.

An all consuming happiness,

Or the depression of being totally bust.

Some days I’ve had those feelings,

I’ve had them both in turn.

Some days I want it to go away,

But others it’s that for which I yearn.

 

 

Even

It’s not insanity, it is what it is.

If you ask me a question, I’ll answer a whole quiz.

Manic, my mind might explode.

If you ask for a thought, you’d drown in my flow.

Terror, It’s there in my soul,

For once this subsides melancholy’ll take hold.

Oh to be normal, on an even keel,

Oh to be normal and not feel how I feel.

Both Of Me.

There are two sides to every story.

There are certainly two sides to me.

There’s the loving cuddly father figure.

There’s the the beast seeking depravity.

Sometimes I fight to keep me inside.

Sometimes I just set me free.

Sometimes I tire of this double life.

Sometimes I wish I weren’t me.

For having two sides is such hard work.

Having two sides where one’s perceived as a jerk.

Is tiring to the point that all energy’s gone.

Exhausting the rationale that I’m big, that I’m strong.

And sometimes I crumble.

Sometimes I cry.

Sometimes I wish the world away.

Sometimes I wish I’d die.

But like the world I keep turning around.

I keep the beast securely bound.

I have the strength to live the day.

Hoping that your love will keep me at bay.

And sometimes I think the beast is cool.

Sometimes we don’t need society’s rules.

Sometimes it’s good to let loose and be free.

Sometimes I love like you, both of me.

Melancholy

Melancholy has taken grip of my soul,

Tears at my heart, my mind, my whole.

It’s lowered its black veil to block out light,

A blanket of gloom against which I cannot fight.

I tried to hide and let it pass unnoticed,

But it heard the tears upon which I was choking.

It claws at my pain carving wounds upon which it feeds.

It finds in me, all it could ever need.

Unhappiness, guilt, A forlorn lack of hope.

When the reality check hit like a rat that jumped boat.

I will look for it again I have to, to survive.

I need that hope or I might as well die.

A victim to reality as dreams are just that it seems.

And melancholy found me, a ripe banquet on which it feeds.