This begins now.
I feel good again, its been a long time. Poets, artists lets reconvene, and put life back in to ODDBALL MAGAZINE.
I’ve been depressed I’ll admit it, kind of hard when you have mental illness. But I’m back and I hope you are too. So lets build this thing together.
Im on a new medicine. It’s called wishful thinking.
(also new thyroid medicine, no more late for work, no more severe depression)
this is a poem, from my new book I am writing titled “School of Thought”
I think that I might lose my job tomorrow
But I feel like that every Friday
I feel good.
The new prescription works
Woke up and set a personal best
Less then 6 hours rested
And still got up, and did my best.
Early to work, early to rise,
Keeps food on the table
And love in your life.
Might turn on the computer
And navigate to the old website
Time to breathe new life
Into dead megabytes.
Im going to kick the magazine back into high gear
Yell from the hallowed halls
of the database
“IS ANYONE STILL HERE?”
And if you are, I thank you
A new book.
A new medicine.
A new me.
And this feeling isn’t going away any time soon
I’m like a new chapter
A fresh fish
A sweet apple
A megapixel
Dilated and rattled
But still face any battle
Been battered
But never shattered
Back in time
Rewind my history
Rewrite my future
Feel the conclusion is far from over
The clouds have gotten lower
But its still sunshine in my summer
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