Howdy Partners! Today is Time Warp Tuesday, and to that end, we'll be making our way back to the Wild, Wild West! We're talking ruggedly handsome cowboys, gallant gunslingers, showdowns at sundown, pioneers, outlaws, in-laws (ok, that's a joke), noble lawmen, prospectors, frontierswomen, sprawling ranches, and even an occasional tumbleweed or two! Exciting times to be livin' in, with some unforgettable stories and characters.
Now, our word for today comes to us from @mayankrawat, and I thank him kindly for submitting such a unique Word of the Day suggestion. ��
I think we can all have a rousing good time with this one! You don't have to write according to my optional theme, but you will need to incorporate the word 'stampede' into your poem or short piece, and you're asked to hashtag it to: #ceeswildwest I've penned a short piece for the occasion, which you can have a peep at over on @lovenotes_from_carolyn ...
Here comes some handy definition for y'all...
DEFINITIONS (per Google):
A sudden panicked rush of a number of horses, cattle, or other animals.
To rush wildly in a sudden mass panic.
Keep those thoughts original please, and when you see me post a '��' in your comment section, you'll know that I've read and enjoyed your words.
Now saddle up partners! Time to get down to some writing!
THE MANIC by Carolyn Glackin Jubilant mood Thoughts that are racing Trying to prolong This high that I'm chasing Charming and chatty The life of the party Laughter is constant It's loud and it's hearty Moments of brilliance Flashes of light No need to sleep Up all day and night Delusions of grandeur Wild ideations Causing concern For my friends and relations Saving the world While the town's painted red There's so much to do And no time for bed Money's no object Limits ignored Can't stand to sit still Can't stand to be bored Constantly moving In body and mind Wired up to the hilt No way to unwind Anxious and frantic Nervous and scared Breaking out in cold sweats Thoughts are impaired So many eyes on me What do they see? Why must they stare So menacingly? I shrink down and hide From their judgments and scorn My energy's waning I'm tired and forlorn Holding my head up Is now quite a task And I don't want to answer The questions they ask My body is heavy My thoughts dull and dim My dreams are now nightmares They're harsh and they're grim Voices of demons Are plaguing my mind But what can I do? To this fate, I'm resigned Crawling sensations Are felt on my skin My soul is at war And I fear I can't win The light has now left me Day becomes night I've fallen so far There's no hope in sight Exhaustion sets in I don't want to move I fear what may happen If things don't improve My body, a dead weight My mind, now a tomb A pit of despair A graveyard of doom Friends try to visit But I won't let them in I wonder if suicide Is viewed as a sin Already in hell though So what do I care? Nothing is worse Than the life I lead here Worthless and useless A huge waste of space I should just do it I'm such a disgrace A handful of pills And some fresh 90 proof I fly like an angel Right off of that roof I'm sinking, I'm falling Down, down I go But I'm such a nothing No one will know A loud thud is heard As I land in a heap Salvation awaits me And eternal sleep The lights have gone out My mortal coil broken I see a bright being But no words are spoken What beautiful wings A vision of glory! Redemption awaits me At the end of my story I'm ready, please take me! I plead from within He looks at me sweetly While singing a hymn But wait, what's that feeling? My heart - it starts beating! I'm gasping for air The angel's retreating My vision goes blurry A light starts to shine I reach out my arms He says: "Now's not your time" A familiar voice heard It's my mother, she's near She sounds so concerned Her eyes, spilling tears A man is now speaking "Ma'am, there's no need to panic" "But I need to inform you" "Your daughter's a manic" And right then it hits me As my thoughts come to order I now bear a label: bipolar disorder. Copyright Carolyn Glackin 9/17/18.
Art credit: I was unable to locate the artist's name/info, but this piece was categorized as 'Bipolar Artwork,' as it clearly depicts the multifaceted nature of the disorder. Credits go to the artist.
ABOUT THIS PIECE: This is my submission piece for the *Manic Monday Word of the Day Challenge,* which was hosted on my other account, and is now closed. The piece I penned depicts the cyclical nature of bipolar disorder, starting off with a euphoric manic phase, switching to a mixed phase which includes highly agitated, paranoid mania; and culminating in a morbidly depressed state. As the daughter of a bipolar mother who heavily abused alcohol, I had a bird's eye view into the mind of an unbalanced manic depressive individual. She was diagnosed and under treatment, but abusing alcohol and not taking her medication regularly. As someone who spent a year in the grips of a severe chemical depression and later experienced medically induced (but unintentional) euphoric mania, I have a deeply personal insight into this very serious, life altering disorder; but to clarify, I do not have bipolar disorder, and I worked very hard to overcome my chronic depression some years ago. It hasn't reoccured since. Due to the dark, suicidal undertones in this piece, I need to state once more that this piece is penned solely from memory and prior personal experience, and is by no means a reflection of my current mental state. To anyone suffering depression or alternating, cyclical, swinging moods, I highly encourage you to seek help while you're able bodied enough to do so. Good help is out there. A healthy lifestyle, proper treatment, and a trusted therapist will give you your life back. Between the piece and the caption, this is a long one. Thank you very much for reading. Blessings, Carolyn
Well friends, we've survived the weekend only to come full circle right back around to manic Monday. Good grief! What on Earth is a partially sane human to do?! I have nary a clue myself, but perhaps one of you bright souls out there will pen us some words of wisdom on the topic that we all can live by. Your choices for today's challenge are either 'manic,' or 'mania.' You're to pen a poem or short piece using one of those words, and you'll hashtag it as #ceesmanicmonday
Have a gander at some definitions per Google:
Manic: Adjective. Showing wild and apparently deranged excitement and energy.
Mania: Noun. An excessive enthusiasm or desire; an obsession.
Side note: As the amount of submissions is starting to increase considerably, I will regrettably not be commenting on each piece anymore. As a time saving factor, you'll know that I've read your piece when I respond with a '❤' in the comment section before I repost it. That'll be a struggle for me which will require considerable restraint, because as y'all know, I am quite the commentor, but it must be done. Please know that I don't ever repost anything without first reading it. I owe my fellow writers at least that much. Blessings to all, Carolyn
P.S. As a reminder, please DO NOT submit entries to challenges that have been marked 'closed.'