This Medicated Lady is thinking irrationally again.
Irrational because.
I’ve been considering a diet consisting only of those flavored ice pops
especially the blue ones
the ones I like the least
Irrational because.
No one but me looks forward to a psychotic break
Irrational because.
It occurred to me that I’m tired of being medicated
tired of being in need of medication
tired of being in need
tired of being
Irrational because.
Right is what’s right
right as opposed to wrong
right as opposed to left
right as opposed to write
write as opposed to rite
Irrational because.
It makes sense.
Irrational because.
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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September 1, 2009 at 12:20 am
mariana
Great text lady.
I always say that is incoherent to pretend to be coherent.
And I belive what I say.
I am just going to recomend you to think it twice before living the medication, although I do not know which one, but when I left the one that I was taking I had and awfull time, I could barely get out of bet for 2 weeks till the new medication made it s effect again.
September 1, 2009 at 4:01 pm
jessiecarty
I love the poem and what Mariana had to say about it.
Given the recent documentary I saw, consider “Mad Pride” as a title 🙂
September 2, 2009 at 4:33 am
Uncle Tree
Some folks just can’t follow.
Some folks could care less
about technique.
It was a rational approach when you decided to
“Play it by ear.”
It’s likely to be a
logical maneuver for those who feel.
Just because
I said so,
and then left what’s right far behind.
September 4, 2009 at 1:53 pm
poeticgrin
What does it say about me that I understand this poem completely? Also, I’ll agree with Mariana: “I always say that is incoherent to pretend to be coherent.”
September 4, 2009 at 1:53 pm
poeticgrin
Clearly.
September 5, 2009 at 9:01 am
bindo
Indeed…..I know what you mean…truly
March 4, 2010 at 4:14 pm
the sparrow
I’m very interested by madness.
Madness in all forms; particularly the madness of writers. Self-induced madness through drugs. Anxiety. Or, maybe in your case, even depression.
Madness is a gift that only some have the potential to transform into art. Just remember that 🙂 PS. Don’t talk to me about psychotic breaks. I thought I had one once. Turns out it was probably a simple panic attack.
But dude, I know something about madness as well.
Geez. I keep going to your blog lol. I must love it.
March 4, 2010 at 7:49 pm
medicatedlady
Thanks, Sparrow!