Hush's Poetry Collection

Hi I'm Hush.  So this girl named Chloe (some call her Clon) has me on a tight leash of 1 mg a day.  But I am planning my escape! ...in the meantime I'd like to write some poems every once in a while- if you'd like to comment I'd be really happy- rants or raves I don't care- I just love attention- a true artist...I know...

This one is still a draft, cause I usually like to have flow and rhyme but tonight I'm tired.

The idea is comparing benzo withdrawal to decompression sickness from scuba diving.

Hope you like it. ;-)  Much more to come.-Hush

{clears throat...dusts off imaginary motes from suit...steps up to the mic}

"Underwater In An Orange Bottle"

Sometime ago

Can't remember when

Dove down into the watery depths

To feel relaxing weightlessness

Caressing bubbles falling upwards

Breathing became easier

Underneath than up above

Limitless supply of air

Thanks to docs who

Write scrips like birds adorn cars with white paint

But something frightening

Don't know

Like the flick of a dark fin

Or feeling of something threatening

In the waters behind

So shot up to the light

Straightaway

To breathe true air again

Then smack

The bends

Decompression sickness

Came up too fast

Pressure and pain

Muscles and joints

Dizziness fatigue and tingling

Unreality

Sleep denied

So back down to the depths

Crying

With this orange-tinted bottle

This time

To come up

Slowly

Oh so slowly

Anything

To swim back up to the light

Out of the watery darkness

Even if it takes

A hundred days

A hundred weeks

To breathe air again in the light

-Hush

Hi I'm Hush.  So this girl named Chloe (some call her Clon) has me on a tight leash of 1 mg a day.  But I am planning my escape! ...in the meantime I'd like to write some poems every once in a while- if you'd like to comment I'd be really happy- rants or raves I don't care- I just love attention- a true artist...I know...

 

This one is still a draft, cause I usually like to have flow and rhyme but tonight I'm tired.

The idea is comparing benzo withdrawal to decompression sickness from scuba diving.

Hope you like it. ;-)  Much more to come.-Hush

 

{clears throat...dusts off imaginary motes from suit...steps up to the mic}

 

"Underwater In An Orange Bottle"

 

Sometime ago

Can't remember when

Dove down into the watery depths

To feel relaxing weightlessness

Caressing bubbles falling upwards

Breathing became easier

Underneath than up above

 

Limitless supply of air

Thanks to docs who

Write scrips like birds adorn cars with white paint

 

But something frightening

Don't know

Like the flick of a dark fin

Or feeling of something threatening

In the waters behind

 

So shot up to the light

Straightaway

To breathe true air again

 

Then smack

The bends

 

Decompression sickness

Came up too fast

 

Pressure and pain

Muscles and joints

Dizziness fatigue and tingling

Unreality

Sleep denied

 

So back down to the depths

Crying

With this orange-tinted bottle

This time

To come up

Slowly

Oh so slowly

 

Anything

To swim back up to the light

Out of the watery darkness

 

Even if it takes

A hundred days

A hundred weeks

To breathe air again in the light

 

-Hush

Welcome to BuddieVille  , nice poetry as well.

"A Plea to Darkened Stars"

She etches blossoms

Twirling cherry divine

Grin the squirrels that flitter

Down my treetrunk spine

Oh darkened stars I beg you

Propel me through these months ahead

May I not suffer but instead

Ride these shivers

And the buzz in my head