F.i.in.e Moods

- living with social phobias and agoraphobia ... 

 The isolation is always two-fold:

caused by self,

and with time,

from others drifting away.

- living with social phobias and agoraphobia ...

The crazy thing is

I actually derive a

Sense of security

About going out

With a mask to

Cover my face.

It brings my fears

Down quite a few

Notable notches.

It's kind of nice

To be rid of that

Nervous energy

Coursing through

Me about being out.

I know, it's probably

Not the best response

In the long-run for me,

But in the meantime,

It's unexpectedly working

Out nicely for my nerves,

And I'm going with it.

- had a discussion with a friend about this Capitale-Nationale business, who surprisingly went into the spiel about our French "nation", our pride, our roots, as if there was no political sentiment to what he was telling me, and as if I wasn't French.  I don't care about the political side of things.  Separatist camp or the others.  I was referring to the actual meaning of words... "National" belongs to country, not province, so it's just incorrect to say otherwise? ...

When you enter the city of Québec

There are road signs welcoming

Drivers into the Capitale-Nationale.

When you fill out a form online

And need to select your region

The only choice is Capitale-Nationale.

When you receive mail brochures

Espousing the beauties of my city

The official logo is Capitale-Nationale.

It may not be very Québécois

To say this, but has everyone

Fallen onto their heads, or what?

Québec city is NOT the capitale nationale!

The national capital has always been Ottawa!

So annoying all of this sanctioned nonsense.

When I object, I'm promptly put in my place,

And explained about our French nation,

As if I'm not from the French nation...

Born and raised here; my last name wears an accent aigu;

I started learning English when I was twelve.

Sure, I wouldn't understand about all that.

It's just that, dans les faits, irrefutable ones,

Our capital has never been the national capital.

Last I've ever known, Québec is part of Canada,

And Québec city is just the capital of the PROVINCE.

It gets on my nerves when the untrue's so nonchalantly made

Into every day normal as if it was anything close to truth.

he sat in a pondering moment

coming around to wondering

if the hint couldn't be any clearer

about how it'd be best to stay quiet

perhaps he's reading too much into it

considering his intimate connection

with silence always nagging for words

to dissipate the growing relentlessness

but these ponders are very much like 

a moment of reckoning wanting

its recognition as the fittest clue

that it's well time to trust inklings

the hint is flailing itself for attention:

it's really time he stayed quiet now

- alcohol ruined our relationship...

                      You abandoned me...

                                                                'cause you were ashamed of yourself.

I think my new upstairs neighbors

Might be body-building elephants

Who spend their time dropping

The weights to the floor...

Even when they walk around,

The light fixtures rattle.

I really don't know what they're

Doing up there, but it's noisy

As all hell down here, if not

Outright seizingly loud to make

You jump out of your skin.

If it's not dropped heavy objects,

It's spectacular blow outs with

Their child who must be throwing

Herself around the room in a tantrum,

In screaming fits of anger that resonate.

At first, we were worried for child abuse,

But quickly heard the nature of the screams

Only stem from an angry child blowing up.

Still, a lot of banging, dragging, dropping

And knocking on a constant basis, it's

Becoming nerve-wracking to get startled

So frequently just spending time home.

How do I broach the subject with them?

At least for the dropping of heavy objects.

My fear is to create ill-feelings between us.

It's so far from my intentions, but this is

Becoming problematic, and needs to stop,

Or at the least, be improved considerably.

I really need your advice on this one.

How would you go about it?

with a needle I popped every bubble

'cause it reminded me just how fragile

the constructs of life hang on a thread

and at any moment now it'll all vanish

it's a comfort to witness their finality

as my hopes reflect the same tone

and the song is on its last breathed

notes that used to be protected so

when it was important to not let them

dwindle out of existence in my space a

long time ago.  as for now, it's hard to tell

yesterday's twin, differently the same

so this needle represents much of my

attempts to leave it all behind, a power

I crave to bestow on all that keeps me

back from experiencing the finer aspects

I poke them all 'til there're none left

they carry the memories and haunts

and I annihilate them as they should've

been when pleading just never could do

there's much love left in me, but the

energy to pull it off is wearing thin

and by the day I get to wondering if

a chance will come my way to get free

it's one of those things for which you

can't tell in which way it'll ever go from

here, but as I dream and conjure better

worlds than this, I never let on it won't be