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The Unmusical Chair

Climax 1996 (Tampa, FL)

A poem a day keeps the doctor away,
But what if neither poetry nor medicine can heal this dismay?
The seat that I sit in is locked in its ways,
And no musical chair can get it to play.

The tides of the ocean may continue to sway,
And the transition be made between night and day,
But not even the changing of the seasons has a say,
In how stuck this seat will continue to stay.

I wish I could stand, and move for awhile,
I wish I could run, maybe even a mile.
Oh the things I'd do, I'd cross the Nile!
But the chair is me, and I'm stuck to the tile.

About this poem

This poem was written in the throes of Obsessive-Compulsive, and otherwise undiagnosed, agony at the famous Silver Hill hospital, home to celebrities and creatives alike. The hospital failed me, but hopefully this poem won't. Enjoy its Seussical Sadness.

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Written on April 15, 2022

Submitted by Climax on April 15, 2022

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My name is Max. I have suffered from severe Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder for the better part of 10 years. Well, actually my whole life. I have an amazing story littered with trial and redemption, from being homeless in a park, starving in the wilderness, going through OCD rehab with a celebtrity, and following my dream to beat OCD and become worldwide-success DJ Climax and share my love for music and comedy through my own funny music videos and content. I wanted to make a movie of my success when I made it called Good Crazy, and I had it all laid out. I made progress, and a year ago, I fell in love. I had a mental breakthrough, and was a day away from beating my OCD and living in heaven forever, accomplishing my dreams, and beating my OCD for the girl I loved. Her name was Grace, and I would've remixed Amazing Grace, believed in God, and shared the most amazing love story the world has ever known. Good Crazy would've been a beautiful mind-esque story of healing, with all the comedy, charm, and thrill of a Martin Scorsese film like The Wolf of Wall Street. Then, a trigger broke my brain, I lost the love of my life, and I am currently incapacitated. Climax was a brand of unshakable self-belief, hope, and comedy, all in spite of the world's greatest known doubting disease. Currently, Climax is dead. All that's left is a collection of grief-stricken poems written by a man struggling to survive. Maybe it's somewhere. I don't think another beginning exists, but maybe this is it. Enjoy its Seussical Sadness. more…

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  • zyiawithmelissa
    Enjoyed it so much, I read it twice! We are all perfectly imperfect and good crazy!
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  • johnc.22519
    I was born before 'disorders' were invented. We were all different, some of us pretty whacky in our habits, but we made allowances for that and gradually learned to deal with our own habits so that we became as socially acceptable as we actually wanted, and to tolerate or avoid those who gave us a problem. Then the psychiatric profession started labelling unusual personality traits as 'disorders'. It was good for business not just for them but also for the companies making the mind-altering, sometimes 'dependence forming' drugs that are applied with only partial knowledge of their effects on specific personalities and, frequently, with no actual monitoring of their personal and social effects. We recently met a certified OCD who was taken off meds in order to change the drug. In those few weeks she seemed to get better! I was even allowed in her house for conversation! Max: you've fixed your OCD once for a girl. All you need do is take the roughest edges off yourself and you will sooner or later find another to love. And, if you have any doubts whatsoever about what professional medics are doing to you, you should walk away and build up yourself, by yourself if necessary. Just me thinking back on cases I have known, Rambling On. Surely, I am ROD. Keep writing! John 
    LikeReplyReport1 month ago
  • ggsunmoon
    if you look behind you you will come unstuck from the chair, nothing is behind you because the past is gone
    LikeReplyReport2 months ago
  • Dougla$Irishman
    Thankyou for your revealing poem., Sickness of the mind and body can be a life long journey. When you are young at heart, you should be able to deal with it but not always. Now I am in my last years, I find it very hard to cope ! Pain our worst enemy ! Keep writing, it may give you a release from it. Believe it or not - we are all in it together sooner or later ! You can lead a horse to water But you can't make him drink ! 
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