Artist In Me

Painting the pictures of my mind
Word upon word
Line upon line
Creating images on tapestry
Images of words?
No....
Images of all that the mind and heart breath
Visions set free without brush or color
To be seen full bloom yet remain
Untouchable by any other

For I'm not an artist of paint
Nor an artist of sculpture
What I create is not tangible
It won't hang on a museum wall
Best hope is a dusty book store shelf
Yet still the reward of my soul
Is felt with each release
Each creation, each piece...
Each invisible image painted
From the depths of my mind
Word upon word
Line upon line...

@s.irfanaleem 5.21.14

Words with a View

Portrayed by the lines,
Hidden in the images.
Looking back to find,
Nothing is what really is.

What are these words?
From where did they come?
Words filed with darkness.
While Images sing a different tune.
Life filed with beauty abound.

Conflict and contradict.
So which one is true?
The twisted words of echos?
Or the images captured from the view?

@s.i.aleem 6.4.14

Label Me

PTSD... And I forget who I used to be...
OCD... And I just can't Control what drives me...
Personality Disorder NSO... Even I don't know what that really means... (Non Specific Origin is rather vague) Or so it would seem...

But the one that really makes life impossible....
Frustrating beyond words...
Beyond comprehension.
Bi-polar Manic Depression...
Now that's the one...
The one that destroys the very sanity of everyday life.

Manic fuels and drives...
So full of order, energy and motivation...
When understood it brings balance to life.
A cycle that can last,
What a welcome companion it truly is.

And then... Click...
Something, someone, or even an unknown...
Just comes along and flips the switch.
Depression... Now rules the world.

Desires stripped, motivation gone...
Dark feelings hang even as the days fill with sun.
Tears for nothing, worthless is all I feel.
Walking around with 50 pounds of invisible weight...
Never knowing when it will release...

So go ahead... Turn your head....
Under your breath call me crazy...
On a good day I could care less, on a bad one...
It just might be the breaking point,
The one that will set me free.

Labels only categorize,
make it simple to see in your eyes....
What you will never see is what it feels like...
To live and breath the memories that make it PTSD.
You will never understand the uncontrollable drive
That labels this as OCD...
Could you smile at a world each day that told you
There was a disorder in your personality??...
A world that can't even label what kind?...

At least one label makes sense. ..
But it just doesn't...
Won't ever...
make life better...even with it identified.
A label doesn't change the reality of the insanity....
So label me... Then set me free...
Please just set me free...

@s.irfanaleem 5.31.14