“Lunacy” comes from the moon,  Who cycles through brilliance and darkness  Bipolarity’s patterns are not so easily assumed  Opposites not so well harnessed Who cycles through brilliance and darkness?  The girl who sits in bed, wrestling with  Opposites. Not so well harnessed As she thought, her brain gives reason the slip The girl who sits in bed, wrestling with Her body, depressed, her thoughts manic. As she thought, her brain gave reason the slip  And gives the gift of life in a dreamlike panic. Her body depressed her thoughts. Manic  Lunacy comes from the moon And gives the gift of life in a dreamlike panic  Bipolarity’s patterns are not so easily assumed

I sense them I  feel them I hold them close to my  soul I  know  they are there at every step I  take… t hrough the portal of my soul… Always e mptiness… always black , in its  bowels …. The d ark night creeps in and the heavy fog of memories past of torment… torture… and sin Each one  is  different  and  stands  together, but always still  alone s ome brick, some mortar, some  solid  stone… s ealed forever …  and all the while condoned Hiding and fearing that those ghosts may awake, and finally come undone…. While walking path of my  darkest hours ,   wandering, lost, tired, and burned, I’m  always  w alking the path ….  along lonely  flowers Ghosts of the past walking right beside me Every  blink, every  breath, every heartbeat ,  they  are beside me… deep  inside me….. Through the maze of monuments, I walk alone s eeking ….s earching …. y earning …. l onging….  f or them to go away and find their way home.. Dig them up, then bury them…. Dig them up, then bury them…  dig them up and

  You stand firmly arms open wide to catch and hold me in any shape or form I choose today if I am a dark rushing river you embrace me if I am a beam of light I become the twinkle in your eye if I am a bouncing ball I am caught by your hand and held close to your heart No one has ever looked so deeply into me I can feel you just soaking me in, slowly, calmly, Your face in my hands, your breath hitching momentarily as my heart stumbles towards you I see it in your eyes, is this your way of trying to tell me? A new kind of sign language, a love language, No hands no words just your gaze - it swallows me whole, devours me I know there are varying degrees of love - I have loved and been loved by others before - But this, You, YOU - You spoke those words like a promise, a vow An intimacy that asked for no response and probably needed none Coming close to someone new is challenging, scary Becoming vulnerable again can seem impossible But you are a safe space, a peaceful garden grotto tucke

  [Here we go round the prickly pear] Small faces, frozen in laughter Who will never laugh again [Life is very long] To live it out in a single moment, Like a moth consumed by flame What sort of life would that be? [For Thine is the Kingdom] Shining eyes, trapped in ecstasy Pale lips, to taste, to touch no more [Between the conception and the creation] There, on the verge of bliss Always happy, and yet, never For what is the mountain without the valley? [Between the essence and the descent] A hollow sort of love Always satisfied, never tested And never proven true [Between the motion and the act] Reflections in a pond Where do our moments go? [Between the idea and the reality] Drowned, forgotten forever Or captured, like a snapshot Teetering on the cusp of time [This is the way the world ends] What is light without the darkness? [This is the way the world ends] We climb our way through the grave of dreams [This is the way the world ends] And fall, to rest, but where's the peace?

 

 

 

  So easy, tell us how Much you hurt, Dish all the dirt, Let us watch the crimson spurt Into the syringe Back up your arm. Feel that rush? Ring the Alarm!! So easy, write the pain! Force the rhyme, Blame it on the Rain In Spain, Or hell, good old fashioned Cocaine. But that's not where I live today. There are shades,  But my life's no longer gray. I put down the poison A few years ago. I planted a flower, Let's watch it grow! I'm sorry my dear, We find you Simplistic, Inauthentic. To speak of Joy. You're neither girl Nor boy. Oh if I could give The answer, One size fits all, But this freedom's Not for sale at the mall. My drug-free Booze free-life Is far from fun-free. Above all It is mine Praise be unto God, Today I love it all the time.

Tiny beady eyes Blank eyes Staring at me Sorrowfully Full of pain They cease to feel Cooked insanely Inhumanely Boiled alive No way to survive No chance to cry "Why?" Before you peel Those little guys Look into their eyes.

 

There’s nothing that hurts more than when we lose someone from our Louisiana Words family. But, the beauty of our writing movement is that the words of our loved ones live on with us.   On June 20th, 2023, Louisiana Words Allstar, Jorge Arturo, moved on from this world leaving our hearts broken. He was a charismatic and talented human being. Jorge resided in New Orleans, LA and had been active on Louisiana Words for over a year. To honor Jorge’s life and work, we will be sharing his writing and live performances all Summer 2023. Please help keep his spirit alive by sharing his work. We know that Jorge’s words will connect with our readers and we hope to keep his spirit alive.  Jorge’s first submission: “The Dog Show” debuted on February 6th, 2022 and is his most successful piece to date. In 2022, Jorge spent 10 weeks in the top with “The Dog Show,” “Weavers,”  “They Say Love Kills, This Time It Really Did,” and “If Hell is Real, It Looks Like an Airport.” His last piece was “Fairy Tale

  Louisiana Words is back with new content for summer 2023! Alongside our new logo reveal, get ready for new writing from veteran and upcoming Louisiana Writers around the state! Our last live show, Louisiana Words Live: Summer Vibes , will premiere on motsdelouisiane.com (motsdelouisiane.wordspress.com) this July for viewing! Also, our next live show , Louisiana Words Live: Halloween 2 , will be held on October 1st at 7pm! We are now casting early for those who have Halloween (or horror) poems or stories you would like to read. Please email us: louisianawords@gmail.com or direct message us on Facebook or Instagram (louisianawords1)! Please reach out if you would like to submit to LouisianWords.com!