Bit By Bit*

Personal truth,personal hope,personal feeling,personal cope.Personal ways,on personal days,all that is lost,just cannot be saved.Broken dreams on broken ties,broken spirits on broken lies,mismatched stories,all that gleam,whispered voices in my dream.All love finds,a safe place to hide,never again,will my true heart I find.*Charlie*

Quote Thought*

Time itself doesn't erase the pain,you have to work at it over time.-Celeste

Green-Eyed Monster

The green-eyed monster,stares at me,magestic as ever,so full of esteem.I honor the presence,of aweful deciet,as the green eyed monster approaches in my sleep.Filled with rage,as the eyes carress me,my raw,naked,open soul.I have no privacy,everything I have,the green-eyed monster takes,I lose it forever more.Innocence,trust,faith and hope,losing yourself in the eyes of her soul-empty to fill,open and full,give me a lifetime,of what you have killed.

Mind's Eye

Sometimes I'm trapped,where I can't escape,under a boulder,of time escalate.Under a bridge,inside of my mind,alone in the darkness,no more tears to cry.Did you take over me,have I been here? Why are you watching me? I have all this fear... -Celeste

A Different me

A different me,has come to be,once so full of life,is yet to feel so free.it is me,Celeste is she.How I love the control over me,my own madness,can't escape it from me,over time,as you will see,there was once a different kind of me.You will not know her,for she's mostly gone,two halves,same person,we go on,and become us strong.We adapt,as life drags on, all is done,so why can't we cry? Cry anymore,it's the way it is,why must I fight,the person I see she is.I laughed so light,I lit up the room,and pleasure from my eyes,I knew of no doom,faith,it had me,so now I know,it's weird that you say that,because I let my shelter go...

My Hurricane Katrina

Is the baby dead? The man on the t.v shook the little baby that didn't cry.I didn't know them.It was my birthday.Someone was born on 9/11.I had birthday cake.They had no water.I had life at 21.They lost their children.I had guilt.They had torture.The mother held the baby.She wouldn't let him go.Does she know that he's dead? Does she know her baby's dead? I'm not sure.I had birthday cake.They had roof-top sanctuaries.I had electric off for two weeks and no shower.They had no food and water for longer.Some died of thirst and desease.The president partied somewhere.I changed that day. It may not be related,but that's the day I began to change. My own life was crumbling away,and I tried to be apreciative of what I had,but I had already given all I had away.

A Voice For The Mentally Ill

I just want to write about mental illness for a bit since this is the whole reason for my blog.Yes,I am mentally ill,like alot of people in our world who are.Some are high funtioning,like I'm believed to be regardless of what I cannot accomplish,I accomplish ALOT with the hand that I was dealt.I've been diagnosed as having everything mental under the God-fearing sun(Christian,please don't get offended).I am luckier than most still.To have an outlet to express myself,like writing is like a whole life line given to a drowning person.I realize how fortunate I am to have this,unlike most people who share my conditions and deseases.Contrary to popular belief,most mentally ill people Do Not have a gift,knack,or talent.Most mentally ill people are the faceless thousands you never hear about.The dozens of broken,abandoned,lost,absent faces that populate our planet.They are lost,forgotton,never looked upon twice.These people are the real reflection of the mentally ill.A mentally ill person is as good as dead in some places and cultures.He/she is mocked,beaten,and abused,outcast,rejected,and wholey misunderstood,yet most do not have a voice to speak of the absurdaties committed against them.Since I do,I felt that it was only fair to create my blog and to advacate to anyone who has lost their voice.These are their words.-Celeste