http://slow.writerscafe.org/lizbrady The original writings of author Lizzy B en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776081490 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My diagnosis defines me,It traps me, confines me; it mentally rewinds me.It poisons and blinds me.Is this truly all that I am?Bipolar I, rapid cycler-textbook DSM,I cannot go through it again.I'm tired of some academic doctor with a greedy hand telling me I am flawed and it is innately who I am.My d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizbrady/1175773/  I woke up around 12:35 today because I was so drunk last night that I forget to set my alarm.  I was so hungover that I didn’t make it to class because I had to pull over at least three times to throw up on the side of route 18.  I turned around and decided to treat my hangover.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizbrady/1132404/ Damn, so much time has past.It's like life came up from behind and bit me in the a*s.Twenty years has came and went so f*****g fast,I'm still so young but that will be over fast.All of the sudden I need to decide who I am going to be.Do I want to be wealthy and successful or to be happy, broke, yet .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizbrady/1112240/ I wrote this poem while tripping, because I wanted to see what my work would be like when it was produced during a stream of consciousness trip. The results are pretty wacky. Here we go... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizbrady/1080269/ I still remember the first day that we became friends,And we swore things would stay that way until the end.Little blond haired angels swinging on swings,Not caring about a goddamn thing.We went through everything together.When your father died when we were eight I said I would be there for you fore.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizbrady/1059165/ Sometimes when I feel sad I just start typing, and I usually end up with short little basic poems like this one. I'm not super proud of it, but I think all my thoughts deserve a home. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizbrady/1059155/ One of my old sonnets back in my dark, nobody understands me days. My writing has changed since than, but I feel like this poem in particular really captures how I was feeling at the time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizbrady/1059151/ Burning Burdens http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lizbrady/1054877/