Lynn Stillman

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With much of a struggle
up the tower I climb.
Weighed down by anger,
by sorrow,
...

My mind can be quite the prankster.
Just as mischchievous as it can be.
When a little confidence decides,
to kick back and settle in,
...

you said you would
always be there for me.
You even wrote those
very words, on a piece of paper
...

Sometimes I look at my life,
and I feel like I am again
the nameless and invisible
kid in school.
...

Looking at the magazine covers,
in the checkout line at the grocery story.
Thin, perfect movie stars, the latest diets
then recipes for the fattiest cakes and cookies
...

I have seen all of the beauty
that can be seen in this life.
My remote, vantage point,
overtaken by anger and hopelessness
...

A photo album,
made up of pictures
taken by my mind's eye.
In flight, an eagle
...

Sometimes I need.
And that brings fear.
Can't get too close to happy.
Knowing a long dropp is near.
...

I have always been here
in this house of time.
The rooms, like hours,
empty and unadorned.
...

11.

Don't forget, that I remember
the real person that you are.
You are the one, who will start
talking behind the back of
...

Once, the hands of the clock
seemed to gently caress my face.
Reinforcing the reassurance.
My tears, not yet mature enough
...

I step into the night sky,
I find a path of stars
to walk across.
The path seems familiar to me.
...

The night,
so endless.
Having such an apathetic influence
over the conscious mind.
...

Where are you from?
Why are you so fat?
You are not the right color.
What kind of a name is that?
...

At fifteen years of age,
you are born.
Born perhaps prematurely,
into manhood.
...

Tonight I lie wide awake in my room.
Too afraid of the horrific dreams,
that plague me.
It gives me too much time to think.
...

18.

My heart is just about done.
It has been steeping in generous amounts,
of pain and anger
for so long now.
...

Breaking and entering,
no heart is safe from this crime.
You invest all you have in trusting another,
your hopes, your dreams and precious time.
...

Innocence dies so young,
when guns are brought for show and tell.
Will we recognize heaven,
if we cannot see that war is hell?
...

Lynn Stillman Biography

I am a 48 year old woman. My mother and I moved from West Palm Beach, FL to Sacramento, CA to be near my brother and my three beloved nephews. Eight years ago I suffered a stroke which left me with no peripheral vision or freedom as I can no longer drive and I lost all the friends I had. I do not feel sorry for myself though, I have just had to learn to be quicker when the coffee table jumps out in front of me.)

The Best Poem Of Lynn Stillman

Assisted Suicide

With much of a struggle
up the tower I climb.
Weighed down by anger,
by sorrow,
by my arsenal.
I reach the top
and quickly remove
the rifle from my pack.
Already loaded and good to go.
I find a target in the crosshairs
of the scope.
I squeeze off the first shot.
Suddenly, there is total chaos.
People screaming,
diving for cover.
Another shot rings out,
and another and another.
Now the police are arriving.
They call for my surrender,
but I answer with another shot.
Now they are firing at me.
Just what I was waiting for.
Their bullets are real,
while mine were only blanks.
I just could not fire,
that fatal shot myself.

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