Bubbly, ink & color pencil, EJF 2021
Author: Eric Fournier
A creative, independent-minded poet, author, and artist who enjoys turning ideas into finished projects. Also practices American Sign Language.
Delve Into Swinging Emotions: Exploring My Bipolar Symptoms
Today was a busy timeline of emotional swings. I felt anger, joy, sadness, free, hyper active, slow and dull, while being nervous and shaking from time to time. I’ve come to learn from this cycle that I may be on the upswing to become manic which with as bad as this emotional tornado has been…
Sane
Taking me down the path of sin, Belial calls my name on liar tongue, Sweet, soft, liac profession of incarnate love, Taking form in soft flesh Seduction flowing over and over Whipped into submission Told lies of love Learning to hate the soul within Gone the innocence of soft human dreams Lies forming demonic presence…
20 Years Gone, for what?
Opposition faced in masks Hiding neighbors face Antagonizing brother, Sister felled for hypocrasy towards a Heretic view of religion, Hot weather fading hiding cloth Face mask a must, not an option, Rights driven into trodden sand.
Purple, Her Regal Majesty
Purple is the new world order of colors, Royal, Regal, and beautiful, Deep, rich, full of the beauty of a million violets.
Orgasmic
Twisting upon the nether, Reveling in the pleasure, Surrendering to the passion, And seduced into an eternity of ecstasy, Surrounded by the rising screams, In the vast vally of the mind, As electrodes produce mass hysteria, Along nerve lines.
Classroom Dreamer
Dwindling return pushes out mixed emotions, Galactic pressure equalized to unbreathable limits, Supersized expectations lead to long drawn out minutes, Hypnotic melodies drawing out thoughtful gasps, Inexperienced hands learning the art of loves finer kisses, Unexpected reality flashes, Bam, wide awake, pondering the dream while teacher drones.
SPRINGING FORWARD
Life springs forth from bubbling brook, Leaping to life like words from a book, Leading us past fork after fork, Leaping like a fish after a baited hook.
PRISON OF THE ENDLESS
The lights turn on, Dank dark cell, releasing earthly smells, Assulting nostrils, clinging and seeping in deep, Tackling oppression, listening closely for agression, Bruises, yet no memory, Trapped in a prision, mind and body, Jagged insults float through stone passages, Loud painful roars of agony shriek up the tomb like stone, Crackling in ear, roaring…
