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This poem is only dedicated to the men that deserve it.

That is no one man on this forum (yet) ok ?


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What

About

ME???


[QUOTE=Countrygirl] Edited by Countrygirl on 04/23/2006
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!!!

Man!

Do U Edit a lot or what???

Hey, you aren't an "Editor", are you...?


OMG, I'm lame.  I just NOW saw this thread and I posted a poem separately a while ago.  Now it'll be in the right spot. 

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No more excuses

 

I have no more excuses

now just one reason

to explain it all simply

now is the season.

The stealing, the worry

the chaos, the pain

the highs and the lows

drove me insane.

Failed at marriage

flunked at work

somehow I always thought

that “they” were the jerk.

The troubles life has

I’ve seen more than my share

I thought God gave them to me

because He knew I could bear.

From the bad choices

about love and about money

to the bad decisions I made

for you, my honey.

The worrying, the moods

it all has a name

the anxieties and depression

all one in the same.

I have the answers now

my life seems so clear

I am embarking new adventures

my mind no longer a smear.

The puzzle is complete

what an arduous task

Every piece where it belongs

and I can take off the mask.

With this one reason

I completely understand my life

I no longer look behind me

I no longer have that strife.

I no longer have that turmoil

that raged a war in me

I will be a better self

Life will be better, you’ll see.

I see hope in my future

for better days to come

for true peace and serenity

for all days, not some.

 

k.ley

644am

041009


Puzzle Pieces

Im looking for a puzzle piece
One with a perfect fit
Im looking for a puzzle piece
Ive been searching quite a bit

My lifes a shifting puzzle
The pieces come and go
Its really quiet confusing
Thought Id let you know (there is no rhyme or flow)

But at the core theres something more
Or is it something less?
Either way Im here to stay
To make the pieces fit

Find a piece then lose a piece
Lifes puzzle has no amount to count
But still Im looking for the piece
Though its an endless search

Some people glue their finished puzzle
And hang it on the way
I say to hell with that
Mix it up and make something new

A cluttered brain cannot abstain
Although it hurts the same
You wont get far playing by the rules
But thats in the rules of the game

Im looking for a puzzle piece
One with a perfect fit
Im looking for a puzzle piece
Ive been searching quite a bit




I Tried To Catch A Raindrop A poEm by David Hornor June 29, 2011

O 4get it already. My thots, like the rain, can't be cot in a sieve like my brAin. Wears my ritalin That's a cry for help.
I am so frustrated I'm crying.
A 55 year old man.
I had a great thought this morning, and before I could get out of bed, find writing utensils, I lost the thought. I know it was a good thought! It's so hard to find it again. To go back there. To recreate the circumstances that lead up to the thought. It could have changed the world.
Instead, I'm in tears.
I hate it.
I'm so tired of it.
I want to give up. For those who prefer final frontiers, profound pioneering, and bigger boundaries...

About little poEms, BIG poEms, or those in between. One word, or one millenia, or one letter:

You may post as many as you want here, (please, however, not over 19 in a row) otherwise follow the guidelines found at this link, a/b the things legalese.

http://www.adhdnews.com/forum/forum_posts.asp?TID=10159& PN=1&TPN=1

aNd No thiNg Nasty
Davidornado38597.8511574074

Making fun of your ADHD through poetry is fun

Blame the Elves

There are elves that live behind the numbers
that glow inside a box on my bedroom desk.
They have stupid names like "tick" and "tock"
Elves always have names like "snap" "crackle" "pop"
but they're evil, not benign cereal elves,
and they like to tinker with the time on my clock.
Switching 1's and 3's, 7's and 9's,
I think they just like messing with my mind.

What? You don't believe me?
It's the truth I'm telling you! 
It's not that I'm bad at judging time.
It's not that it seems to fly by
when I get easily distracted.
It's not that, it's not that,
Okay . . . maybe it is.

 

Pro~Crastinatio


I love procrastination!

It fits me oh!, so well.

I wait until the last minute,

Then listen for the bell

On the elvish stroke of midnight,

When I find myself in hell.

I am a lifelong pro,

But I do want things to gel.

So I ask for an extension,

In order to excel,

But lo! in the final moment,

I want time to dwell.



Pro~Crastinatio

A Professional poEm
by
Davidornadog

How about another one, then? (Short, but sweet)

Procrastination

Wait.
Don't hesitate.
Feel free to procrastinate.
but don't hate the decision you make
although it may be too late . . .
Bad habits are hard to break.

The Gift   The gasp from the crowd was audible And a few smiles even vanished As the mallet drove the first spike Through the torn and bleeding hand.   With haste and little care the other montrous nails Were blasted through His flesh And He was lifted, silent, naked, blood covered and agonizing Amid the jeers, the applause the lust of the ones He loved so dearly.   Dark clouds boiled, winds tore at the rocky summit As people slaped and mocked and spitAnd taught their children--- Yet in silence He enured, weeping not in pain, for these He loved had still so awfully far to go.   Eyes closed, He spoke often with His Father, who stood very near, of Gethsemane and the torment which left His blood to stain the ground Atoning for this so great a sin And all others, past and yet to come.   Anguish-filled hours dragged slowly by As he Hung trembling because of pain And suffering both body and spirit Till the Father in perfect love and understanding withdrew.   Now alone, and totally so The Son cried out in agony of spirit MY GOD MY GOD Why hast thou forsaken me?   And then a time, only a moment perhaps But longer than an eternity When the Son, lonely still and in silence Partook of the bitter cup, and finnished his sacrifice For the children of man.   Father, the glory be Thine I have given the gift Thou sent me forth to give--- My love for them is now perfect that theirs may one day be. It is finished! Into Thy hands, as always I commend my spirit.

Distraction

I'm cutting in and out of reality,
transmission signals fading and weakening.
Customer service must be on lunch break again.

And I'm thinkin' about summertime afternoon,
pictures in the clouds; windows are such a distraction.

PAY ATTENTION!
I'm supposed to be PAYING ATTENTION!

And I'm thinkin' about lunchtime edibles,
skittles in my lunchbag; too bad it's only 9 am.

I gotta make the world stop turning,
it's such a distraction . . .
maybe I'm the distraction . . .
mind's drifting away
perceiving just a fraction
of the action.

And I'm thinkin' about hotwheels, barbie dolls,
fireworks are the best; why can't I bring them to school?

A-D what? H-D huh? So sorry I wasn't listening.

And I'm thinkin' about Saturday cartoons,
weekends are the best; too bad it's Monday morning.

POP QUIZ? What?!! Why didn't you warn me?
Now I'll have to play my favorite game:
Fill in the blanks with my attention span.

boredomkills38597.5892476852davido last poem reminds me not of a poem but a schoolyard joke:

vhy did the viper vipe 'er nose?
because the adder ad 'er andkerchief....

typical ADDer probably forgot to return it.

'twas my life before RitLA,

An Other PoEm

x DAvidornaDog

'twas my life before RitLA,

When all through the house, all the creatures were stirring, yes, even the

mouse...

And all the self-meds, were hung up with care,

In hopes that somebody just wouldn't dare

Think that I'm crazy, or put me in _______ (<there).

When up in the attic, there rose suchuk ladder,

When I fine'ly found out, that I is an ADDer.

 

I'm on Stratterra, yes you see

But, it is not helping me

I'm sure there is so much more I can be

Please oh PLEASE something HELP ME!

 

LTC138610.6483796296

              I'm 54 and I have no friends

                except the ones inside my head

              They say you can do it

               and your oh kay

               Don't think, don't worry

                about yesterday

               What can I do right now

                to help those in need

               When I'm not strangled

                by my own greed

               

               

Here I am STUCK inside of Me


Who and what, am I suppose to be


My mind is drifting on an endless sea


Thoughts are ShIfTiNg and DiSjOiNtEd


always I'm forever Wanting


So UNsure of WHAT I'm FEELING


MY mind keeps me Reeling


Loosing


Loosing


Loosing control


never knowing which


way to go


I MUST STAND ALONE


THERE IS NO HAPPY HOME


TRY TO GIVE ALL I CAN


I CAN NOT PLEASE A MAN


I'M ALWAYS FOUND TO BE SO LACKING


MIGHT AS WELL START MY PACKING


Standing on shifting sand


always searching for a suporting
hand


too much, too much for a mortal
man


Why God have you given me this[/
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Brain


It has caused me such great[/
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<FONT face=Arial>Pain


<FONT face=Arial>Here I sit wallowing in sorrow.....[/
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<FONT face=Arial>Maybe I will feel better by
tomorrow.....


                                             

LELALTC138806.6992013889

Fall Swing