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Mental Disorder DinerWhy hello there miss.Mental Disorder Diner by puddlethecat
Welcome to battered and scarred restaurant,
where disorders are over cooked, raw or however you like it.
Would you like to start with our appet…. I mean anxiety disorders?
I'll start off simple with panic disorder,
while being a simple dish, it has a bad after taste of fear.
You can taste the fear from here.
Next up we have our social anxiety disorder,
This disorder is on back order and
too scared to show up to the meal sometimes.
It does however come with a side of sweat
No, not your style?
PTSD is our special appetizer of the day,
because it only trusts on some days
and comes with flashbacks on the side.
Next we're on to our specials, considered the hardest disorders.
First is bi polarity, which will take you through a number of sensations.
from sad blue to normal grey to euphoric high yellow,
Schizophrenia is a unpopular one of many,
the hallucinations are controlling and over cooked.
A bit too difficult to chew?
Our main courses are eating disorders.
How to Court a FeministIf you hold the door open for me,How to Court a Feminist by CorporateRockWhore
I hope it's because it's a decent thing to do
And nothing to do with my gender.
If you buy me a drink,
Expect me to do the same for you.
I'll cook for you
(If you don't mind burnt food)
And I'll clean for you
(If you'll return the favour).
Not because I'm a woman,
But because it's a nice thing to do.
If you're nice to me,
It's not a ticket for sex.
If I'm nice to you,
Sex doesn't always come next.
If we go for a meal,
I want to split the bill.
I don't expect you
To sing to me,
Whilst climbing through my window sill.
I don't care if you've had sex or not,
As long as it's the same for me.
I don't want diamond rings,
Don't get down on one knee
I don't owe you anything
And you owe me nothing.
My gender is not entitlement,
And neither is yours.
If I'm drunk, I can't consent,
And I'll love you more for not doing it.
If you hit me, I'll leave you,
And if I hit you, it's just as wrong.
If I cry in front of you,
I don't expect you to fix everything.
If you cry
Therapy for the soulTo all the artists near and far,Therapy for the soul by Supach
it doesn´t matter who you are,
the page so white invites you all
to be creative, the world enthrall.
Fill the canvas with the colors of life,
breath beauty onto the virgin sheet,
passion and paint create the scene,
that sets the heart alight.
The desire to create is deep within
painting and drawing can be no sin,
just remember talent can not abate,
an artist`s desire to just create.
The hours of passion spent with colors
flowing freely from the brush,
are never hurried , never wasted
lost in the moment filled with hush.
Nothing replaces the burning passion.
to paint, to draw, tis a wonderful hobby,
creating scenes of every fashion,
for heart and soul a therapy.
A poem by Suzanne Karbach June 2014