Neurosis

I go by myself walking
I hear myself talking;
Then as I deliberate
On the direction of fate
That leaves me so anxious
With illusions atrocious
Invading my privacy
With the blight of absurdity.
They come there unbidden
Like troubles forbidden;
Showing their faces
In my secret places;
Peevish and fractious
Mindless and anxious
Blighting the laughter
With deeds that come after.
Trying to taunt me
To follow and haunt me.
In my mind they come festering
In my ears they are pestering
That my enemies are treacherous
My friends are ominous
And my life is dangerous.
The calamitous confusions
Bring perfidious allusions
Deceptions so diabolical
Fears that are comical
And all these do vex me
With nightmares to perplex me
While Satan sits amused
Knowing I am confused.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Song Avatar
September 11, 2012 at 10:06 PM
The title is riveting, Lizzie and the tempo matches the theme to a letter T! The mind is the enemy's playground...he just keeps trying to ruin our peace..glad u are one with our LORD> Saw u are on FB now..how VERY VERY COOL!!! Yes, pics with YOUR WORK WILL BE A TREAT! luv, gwendolen
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May 14, 2012 at 9:54 PM
...more soup mail! :)
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May 14, 2012 at 10:53 AM
Sorry! I forgot I'd mentioned it... :(
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May 14, 2012 at 10:52 AM
Soup mail :)
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May 14, 2012 at 8:03 AM
What a rich vocabulary you have! Expressions like '...blight of absurdity,' '...peevish and fractious,' '...calamitous confusions,' (your occasional alliterations are so cool!) Neurosis is my constant companion, so I know whereof you speak. Well done, Lizzie!! Keith (...soup mail).
Situation Avatar
December 21, 2011 at 10:48 AM
there is amagical thing in this that explains the title so well it is as if it has finally been defined. and i feel sympathy for the writer because i know mental illness is real. i hope your getting better.
Jones Avatar
December 13, 2011 at 8:50 PM
yep, a day in the life. "Perfidious"... now THERE'S a WORD! love this Lizzie. (it makes me quite dizzy) but to say that unparenthetically would be cheesy. So i refrain, namaste~N
Richards Avatar
December 13, 2011 at 9:01 AM
Your words describe the way the mind can spin in mass confusion, with real or ungrounded fear or amusement....we all are a mixture of every possible emotion...sometimes all at the same time. Well spoken!!
Johnson Avatar
December 12, 2011 at 2:46 PM
Such a clear vision of confusion. Tell satan to go to hell. YEAH!
Johnson Avatar
December 11, 2011 at 12:02 AM
very bloody good, short n sweet n full of meat , as it bloody should, i love this sort of ebb n flow, tween toe n toe, perhaps its time to eat....:) ,
Haick Avatar
December 10, 2011 at 9:42 PM
I hope that this is not your reality, Elizabeth as it is quite a lot to carry.. nevertheless, an excellent piece, well-written with the perfect flow. Well done! Love, Annalise
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December 9, 2011 at 12:38 PM
I don't know why this is being taken as adorable. True, maybe, but not adorable in the least. I know how you feel. Neither neurosis, nor paranoia nor the more extreme schizophrenia, nor any similar dysfunction is pleasant. Great job on the poem anyway! As you may know, I'm a fan of semi-structured poetry. You really let loose in the latter half, I appreciate it.  -KMD
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December 5, 2011 at 8:26 PM
Lizzie, I'm going to misquote Jann Arden, singer and song writer. She said, "I'm so glad that my pain is such good entertainment." You are a fabulous poet, and sometimes I just get so caught up in your unique voice, the magic of your technique, that I don't see what's up front--the pain, the emotion. Wanted to say, hope you are well. You are a true dear. Do you read Plath? You may identify with her take on subjects, but your style is all your own. Glad to see you're writing... hugs and all.
Johnson Avatar
December 5, 2011 at 8:02 PM
having perused, im not more confused, but i do like your style, unforgetting, you do it so well, with your words so compell, i love it right here in the lettering...
Martin Avatar
December 5, 2011 at 2:11 PM
Sounds like you need a good stiff drink Liz! So do I...still doing purgatory here in Egypt as they refuse to let me go. So I've been strumming & singing with the old guitar lately trying to keep myself from drowning in dismal desert sand! They're in the midst of chaos over here and I'm in the bullseye so forgive my absence but I'm blessed to know you still care. LuvU2):
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December 4, 2011 at 11:49 PM
I love this poem. Maybe neurosis is something i'm suffering from. Great write.- JH
Maverick Avatar
December 4, 2011 at 3:57 PM
There is truth here.. and a glimpse of why! in the second last line Lizzie,, and yet there is no use throwing stones at a stone pillar.. the answers are within..!
Horne Avatar
December 4, 2011 at 3:24 PM
Excellent piece on neurosis, my friend
Babcock Avatar
December 4, 2011 at 2:48 PM
Yes, confusion makes us more perplexed . Nicely rhymed and well penned. Excellent love phyl
Hall Mad Poet Avatar
December 4, 2011 at 12:29 PM
Wow Elizabeth, I love this poem, sad too. But you always leave me smiling :-)
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December 4, 2011 at 12:00 PM
I love the way you drew in the reader and took us on a ride of good and bad. Amazing words in this piece. Luv Michael
Sumler Avatar
December 4, 2011 at 9:56 AM
Dear Elizabeth, let me first say that I miss your poems very dearly and I have been busy with work and the ups and downs of the days of our lives. Significant times I tried 2 post comments but the Soup was down. I truly miss your fantastic display of rhyme! Now let me say that this piece is very striking to me because it seems to mirror my own world in so many ways!! Dear friend, 2day my eyes are yours...
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December 3, 2011 at 9:40 PM
Wonderful touch of inherent feelings. It happens sometimes but not in all the ways of life. It's temporary game of Satan. You are always in depth, my friend. bl
Green Avatar
December 3, 2011 at 5:36 PM
what a human condition,,,what a crazy write,,,,,so fast and so wild,,,what a ride................
Effendi Avatar
December 3, 2011 at 8:56 AM
This is the first of its kind from you, I reckon. Very well put, madame. Keep it up.
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