Hi! UNMASKED is NOW AVAILABLE at Amazon.com as an e-book! Do check it out ^_^
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Ordering My Book from Me
Hello! Here are the steps if you are interested in purchasing UNMASKED directly from me.
Ordering is pretty easy, all you need to do is:
1. Send me a Private Message at https://www.facebook.com/genevievewisen/. State:
a. The quantity of books you want to order (1, 2, 3…)
b. Your full name, address, and contact number
c. If you want the book signed/autographed
2. Pay the amount at
a. EastWest Bank. Please let me know if you choose this option so I can give you my bank account details. Email me the scanned deposit slip OR
b. Your nearest LBC branch. Payable to Genevieve Wisen of Rodriguez Rizal. Send me a message that you already paid and the control number.
You can also pay through Paypal.com (moonlightreflections@gmail.com)
For international orders, please send me a private message letting me know of your interest in purchasing my book. Thanks.
I let all buyers know when I’m going to ship the book and give you the tracking number. I usually ship with DHL or LBC.
Golden Cage
Little
bird blue
looking up
at the stars,
“How I wish
I could fly,
fly high
touch
the twinkling lights,”
she hoped.
Little
bird blue
gazing
across
the meadow,
“How I wish
I could
frolic on
the sweet
green grass,
taste
the first
dew drop,”
she prayed.
Little
bird blue
stealing glances
at other
birds,
“How I wish
I could
soar with them
towards the
mountains,
towards
the falls,”
she yearned.
Little
bird blue
all day
she dreams
of things
she’ll never have
inside
her house,
all shiny
and big.
Darkness
Behind
this smile
is a
sadness
so deep,
a pain
so raw
even shadows
stay away;
behind
this laugh
is a
secret
well hidden,
a resentment
so smouldering
even hell
rejects it.
Swim
with me
in these
murky waters;
wallow
in the
mud,
for everyone
has their
skeletons,
everyone
has their
tales
of woe.
E-book Version! ^_^
Hello everyone! How have you been? I know it’s been a while, more on that later 😉
Despite the absence, I have finally made an e-book version of UNMASKED! Yehey! 😀 😀 😀 The available formats are: epub, mobi, pdf, lrf, pdb, txt, and html. Do check it out at Smashwords.com. I’ll be making an e-book version for the Kindle as well so please watch out for that ^_^
How?
How can
you explain
a loneliness,
a sadness
so pervasive
that
no words
can describe?
When
all that is left
is a hole
while
everything around
is a bustle
of activity?
How can you
explain
anguish, grief,
and strife
when
the war being waged
is within?
When all that
is left
is a pit
while
everything around
is
a merry celebration
how
can you explain
shadows –
overwhelming emptiness
when
I can’t even
explain myself?
A Bipolar’s Manic Life
Have you ever been to hell while alive? It’s like waking up from a deep slumber but instead of feeling well-rested, your head is swimming in constant emotional and mental turmoil. It’s being born again with all the misery and hollowness in the world put inside you and you feel like bursting any moment. Your mind is a jumble of mismatched wires and your heart is beating but you feel lifeless.
I have Bipolar II which means I have more manic depressive episodes than high or elevated moods. More often, I sleep the whole day because I feel like my energy has been drained but there are also times when I am restless and can not sit still or stay in one place. There are times when I am overly excited or happy and have grandiose plans regarding my life, and life in general. Other times, I shop compulsively. I am sometimes the most pleasant, enjoyable company you will have, and at others I am the most obnoxious, sarcastic bitch in the room. I am prone to suicidal tendencies and hurting myself. More so to feel something than to deliberately inflict pain on my being. I have Bipolar, not insanity.
Many an article both here in the Philippines and abroad have featured suicides due to depression and others wonder how these people could do it. What on earth possessed them to end their life, to give up just like that? As someone who have thought of killing herself on more than one occasion, I may not be able to speak for everyone but this I know to be true: the misery within, the silent plea for help when we don’t even know if we want it or not, and the conflict between losing & finding ourself are all too great a burden that all we want to do is end it. End the chaos plaguing us, for it is a plague, a never-ending plague that only settles but never leaves.
Sad to say, only a few people with Bipolar get the much needed support and unconditional love from their family and friends. On my end, I am not criticizing any friends – nor family – I have but they do tend to ignore me when I am in my manic depressive mood. Others even have the gall to ask how I am doing when it is obvious how exactly I feel. I guess it’s because they do not know. They do not have the slightest clue of the conflict I am battling every single moment of my life. They have their depressive episodes but that will be gone in a few days or week while mine stays. It is a constant in my life. Except for my husband, I am almost always left alone where the feelings of guilt and worthlessness magnify into a thousandfold.
In a way I am guilty of my Bipolar blossoming. I nurtured it you see. From the throes of slight depressive episodes until the depths of a dark bottomless pit, I have watered it until it thrived. You ask what made me do it? Not because I wanted to be in the lowest hierarchy of humanity where pity is constantly on its feet but because I am a writer.
As much as I have Bipolar, I am self-aware and it did not take me long to realize that I write a whole hell of a lot better when I am in my manic depressive mood. It is in my darkest, most primeval, and volatile state when I become in charge of all my faculties – literary at least. In these moments, nothing can stand between me and my thoughts. I am then compelled – summoned more like it – to put pen to paper where all my thoughts gush out, like a faucet opened on full power. It is when I write to my full satisfaction where my brain and heart literally race and tumble over words. I do not know how many people with Bipolar experience this but it is during these moments that I am in bliss. I feel like I am me again – no, I AM me again. My pathos is also my salvation.
Some people might think it but no one ever wants to be mentally ill. No one. But it is something I, and a hundred or maybe thousands of people, have to deal with everyday. I have it not because I am weak. I have it not because I have a flair for the dramatics. I have it not because I am pessimistic. I have it simply because I do. It is a fact and nothing can ever change that. The agony, the tiring ups and downs of my emotions, and the constant feeling of drowning and emptiness is mine and mine alone. Understanding Bipolar will take time but if people put in a lot of patience coupled with dedication then one day, the stigma that is Bipolar will be broken. Then, people with Bipolar like me will be seen as caring, strong, and thriving members of our community – not as weak, cry babies with whom others always have to be on edge with.
I can see the light. It is not that I, and the others, choose to be in the shadows. It is because I need my family and friends to make that light reachable for me, especially in moments of anguish. Yes I need help, but sometimes, I still wonder if I really do. I need patience and understanding, not scrutiny and judgments. One day, I know it will happen.
Another Online Bookstore!
One More Chapter
UNMASKED is now available at central.com.ph, sulitbooks.com, and facebook.com/genevievelvwisen (please send me a PM).
Finally Available! :D
Hi everyone! I guess by now you have seen my static page, but if not and you just clicked this post from your email then you can somewhat guess what I mean by the title!
Yes, my poetry novel, UNMASKED is finally available! You may purcahse them at central.com.ph, sulitbooks.com, or through me by sending me a private message at my FB page. If you’re going to purchase the book through me, I’ll throw in a free mini bookmark, a thank you card, and a cow plushie but I must warn you, you won’t pay for the book but you will pay for the shipping if you are living abroad. The reason for this is the shipping is unfortunately more expensive than the book itself thus the freebies. On the practical side, I guess it’s better to just purchase the book on either of the two sites.
Thanks for all your support! I really appreciate it. I hope you’ll grab a copy of my book and enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. ^_^