When the Times are Tough, You Write About It

I decided to write a poem in my physical journal today and realized that I haven’t written in it since April 2012.  While flipping through the pages, I found this interesting piece that I wrote back in October 2010.  It was written in a time when things were very stressful and hectic at work, when many people were asking for my assistance.  I have to say, sometimes I crack myself up.  I think Analogy #2 is my favorite one.

An analogy of my sanity, or lack thereof…

Analogy 1:

It’s like being able to see ghosts and other supernatural things, while other people can’t.  No one understands you and you’re the only one that can vanquish the evil.  While you’re at it, all these little ghosts cry to you “help me, help me, help me,” – one after another, day after day, night after night.  They haunt you in your dreams, until you scream in fright.  You cower in the corner and scream “STOP!” then whimper, “please, leave me alone.”

Analogy 2:

It’s like being a successful therapist, really.  Everybody comes to you with their problems. You solve their issues, tell them how to remedy the pain, tell them to wait a few days and it’ll be fixed.  Then you go back and follow up on all of them.  It’s OK at first, even satisfying to be able to help people, but then your patients multiply.  Before you know it, you have a colony of patients pounding at your door.  They’re pounding and pounding, “I have a problem, I have a problem…” they say.  Louder and louder, until your brain can’t take it and explodes into mush and you scream, “I have problems too!”  The therapist, obviously needs, a therapist.

Analogy 3:

Remember playing “Smack the Alligator” at Chuck E. Cheese’s or Dave & Buster’s?  Basically, there’s like 6 alligators that pop out of the hole, one after another, and you have to smack them with a hammer before they disappear.  The more of them you smack, the higher your score and the more tickets you get.  Well, it’s like that.  At first you’re doing really well, getting the mojo down, but then you notice more and more alligators pop up.  You frantically scramble to hit all of them, but then realize that the moment you hit one, two more appear, the moment you hit two, four more appear.  Your head is spinning.  You’re twirling around and getting completely dizzy.  The machine is burning up, about to explode, buzzing and buzzing, and time is running out.  Your score is in the negative, so finally you throw up your hammers and say “I give up.”

Funny that after 3 months of not writing, this is what I’m inspired to write about 🙂  I’m so glad that I’m taking vacation in two days, or I think I might have a mental breakdown, lol.

Living with Stress

In my previous post “A Poem for Your Thoughts: Experiment 1: Stress,” I posed this question: If stress were tangible, would it be a person, animal, plant or object?  One of the first images I came up with was a dog biting your pant leg.  My dog liked to do that a lot, it was adorable.  But it was also a little annoying, especially when you had things to do.  Anyhow, when I decided to write a villanelle piece to describe stress, this image didn’t quite fit in because it was too cute.  I created a new poem just for this.

Dog Biting Pant Leg
image from Google

Living with Stress

Stress follows me around
like a puppy dog
biting my pant leg.
He chases after me, watches me,
glares at me, snarls at me.
He tugs and pulls,
but he never lets go.

I push him and shove him,
shake my leg, shake my fist
tell him “shoo” to no ado.
He only barks and whines.
This damn stray
won’t go away.

He follows me
from the house to the car,
from the car to the office,
here, there, everywhere,
I drag him by the pant leg,
he just won’t let go,
slowing me down
from chasing dreams
and buttery happiness.

Tired and annoyed,
I take a breath, lean down
to pet him, love him,
pick him up and hug him,
set him down to play.
It’s okay.
Stress is now happy,
Stress will go away
and come biting back
another day.

Battling Stress

Last week, I posted “A Poem for Your Thoughts: Experiment 1: Stress,” but since no one really commented on the post, I decided to use my own imagery to create a poem about stress.  Since stress is something that constantly nags at you and is hard to get away from, I thought that writing a villanelle would be a great fit due to its repetitive nature.  I actually haven’t heard of a villanelle until earlier this year when I attended the Willow Glen Poetry Series and one of the open mic readers read “Mad Girl’s Love Song” by Sylvia Plath and then shared a villanelle of his own.  The two poems were beautiful.  I was then curious and inspired to try out this poetic structure.  Anyhow, I hope you enjoy my first try at a villanelle and that it makes you feel “stressed.” 🙂

Puppet Master
image from Google

Battling Stress

He slobbers my mind and sucks my soul.
From inside out, Stress devours me.
He slurps my blood and bites my muscles.

My nerves, puppets under his control,
my eyes, confused, blinded, cloudy,
He slobbers my mind and sucks my soul.

Deep inside, I tug and pull, tug and pull,
looking for me, of who I used to be.
He slurps my blood and bites my muscles,

and in my heart, I see, a giant hole.
Missing are thoughts that made me happy.
He slobbers my mind and sucks my soul.

The more I lose, the more Stress grows.
I am frightened, alone, and very, very angry.
He slurps my blood and bites my muscles.

I reach out. I need help. Stress knows
I’m fighting, desperately, to be free.
He slobbers my mind and sucks my soul.
He slurps my blood and bites my muscles.

A Poem for Your Thoughts: Experiment 1: Stress

I’d like to try something new, like collaborative poetry and call it “A Poem for Your Thoughts.” 

This is how it works:

  1. I come up with a theme or idea
  2. I pose some questions to get your thoughts on it
  3. You respond with your thoughts in the comments section
  4. At the end of the week, I compile everyone’s thoughts into a poem

This is completely experimental, so I don’t know how it’ll go and how many people would respond.  I will also be posting this on my Facebook pages.

I previously did something similar in my poem 30 Days of Beard which was a lot of fun.

This week’s experiment would be about STRESS

  1. If stress was tangible, would it be a person, animal, plant or object?
  2. Would stress be male or female?
  3. How would you describe stress’ personality, looks or actions?
  4. How would you interact with stress?

Your answers can be realistic, silly or sarcastic.  Be creative, have fun with it!  I’ll post back in a week! 🙂

Here’s a collage using Google images to give you some inspiration.

stressed