I don’t discount the grouch in each of us,
I’ll share the troubles I’ve got along with yours,
My lot has lost me kith and left me bust,
And scar my face and punch my gut with force,
I turned my inner eye to see my path,
And where it led was nowhere one should go,
I’ve tried to turn my way to miss that sad,
Result that leaves me naked on the road,
And something new (for me at least) arrived,
A helpful nudge from interested folk,
Suggesting something gives me extra tries,
Vocation rehabilitating work,
I’ve had one meet so far that gets me set,
I’ll duly chronicle what happens next.
April 14, 2015
ADD, ADHD, blog, career, poem, poems, poetry, rehabilitation, self, vocational, work
Adderall makes me act swiftly,
Skipping over the city,
Dammit-all, where is my focus?
Slipping without a locus.
September 16, 2014
ADD, adderall, ADHD, attention, cognition, drug, drugs, focus, medication, self
I don’t know what to write,
Isn’t that the point of this?
Going on exposing this?
A scatter brained disease.
I come upon a word,
That makes me turn around a bit,
Before I can get back to sit,
The perfect word, “dis-ease.”
(And then I see the first line above:
Does the emphasis come on “don’t”?
Does the emphasis come on “know”?
And then I heave me a hefty sigh.
I’m becoming a better citizen,
Approaching my civic duties,
I’m making posts,
For other folks,
But I feel like a minuscule newbie.
September 13, 2014
ADD, ADHD, blog, meta, poem, poems, poetry, post, self, writing
Out in the sun,
It’s been two months,
Since it was done,
Made me forget,
A joy to me,
That sits above,
Lets me be well,
My post got through,
All thanks to you.
I want these bits of text to be,
A sacred evocation,
The meter is the eldritch sign,
The rhyme, the incantation,
The words spell out the demon name,
That leash the base emotion,
I need these bits of text to seed,
In your imagination.
Time is constricted,
The more I insisted,
Nothing is listed,
No day is wasted,
I’m in a tizzy,
Just a bit busy,