Ocd
I feel as lame as a whale without its fins to swim in fine waters
Blue blasphemy break a spirit of slumberless insanity that rips up my poetic loves, likes, unlikes and hates
Debates on TV…flee from me…pregnant with frustration….
Can’t stand the frustration, pissing me off to the core
Looking fat in the mirror, yet skinny as a scrawny tree…no more…
Any more wetness of woe that glow in the glasses that scorch my very eyes
Infinity isolation iced up…marked with your germs of garbage…
Feeling like a wreck…scared out of my wits…
Bit by bit, I fit in my clothes of loathes and I send loves to doves
I’m the Dr. Seuss that transformed into Edgar Allen Poe and I submitted to the writer’s block that, probably once or twice, affected J. K. Rowling while she wrote the Harry Potter books – the inspiration of childlike joy smothered her on a train to terrific terrains…7 is the number I lived off of…Narnia booooooks…one day, I’ll read dem…it reigns in me the hopes and mopes of life…cleanse me Your heavenly light…thank the Lord of Accord that I fell in love and fell victim not to the magic and sorcery of her curses……Under your spell of riches and beauty that I will never, ever experience…so sorry for the pessimism…that gave me an ****** of icky, sickly…yesterdistress…
I’m screaming, I keep dreaming, a dark and a light that was born in me…
I’m beaming…teaming up with torturesome tranquility
Fatality…flipped me upside down…wearing an upside down frown
Carry on, rejoice and listen to Eminem…
I love his music…his raps of rapid awesomeness…a glowing gem
Bucks of risky endeavors pound me like drums in the midnight skies of lullabies and goodbyes
Brain is blasted with mind-blowing reality
I can’t stop acting so silly…pity…I feel uncertain like a white curtain that’s stained and it lost its beauty…
Its beauty of graceful remedy
Selfies of fakeness I see
I see me and hide in sunlit glee
But, gay am I when I’m on a rollercoaster of jiffy catastrophe
Fix me, you’re the tool that is a total fool…
Don’t try to act cool…kool…cool…kool…
Cuz you be cruel, you’re as stubborn as a mule…
Fuel me up with God’s gladdened gratefulness
Simpleness is the answer to unblur the overwhelming thots
To make sense of life as it opens a door of peace and strife
Xtra torture…Oooh…I need His Cure…
Atheists and other religious fellows
Look at me as if I’m their dark yellows –
The piss they lay eyes on…bathroom breaks…
For God’s Sakes, my guttermind needs a million brakes
Pause the scene…the sex scenes of movies…
Sting me with your smiles that runs on for miles…
Bang me with your guns…
Your coal pupils…random peoples
Walk all over me…like a mat…
Bucket of rocks rock up and down…
You’re the rat and I’m the cat
Snakes of slithering, soaring triumph…
ENOUGH>. UNSUPPORTED CODE .<…fffff-
Flipping out…pout not…
Cut it out…LEAVE me not to rot
Life is short
Death is long
Contort
The scowling moon of Belong
Belong
Belong…
Shine, Belong…
I’m a writer addict…
I inflict…
Poverty upon me…
Try to see
The sea of hope in me…
In me..
In me.
In me…
In me….
Dots of awkward…
We say no word…
Fears and years of it really have weighed me down
But, I will rise like the sunrise…like the sunset, I get upset…I bet you are crying in regret…
Suicide is not the answer, brother and sister…
Reality really rox…you need to think good thoughts…
My movie is Rated R for Recovery
What’s your movie?
Would you like to see the aftershocks of sex?
Ran out of time…
Doctor, doctor
I’m unsure
If life is kind or unkind
Am I blind or unblind?
Imbarrasst…
Cast me not away, Oh God of my heart
My soul is burning like a microwave…
Me – I need to be brave…
save me from me…save you from you…
Insomnia has haunted me…
Don’t worry,
You are unforgotten…
In my memory
You are unforgotten…
Don’t worry
You aren’t forgotten…
In my memory
You are my brother of blessings,
My sister of soaring shine…
Though the love of mine is not mine
Not mine…
Not today…
Tonight, I die in dismay
I live in disarray
I pull my hair and go crazy
Insults of bullet-proof numbness engraves in me endangered frightfulness
But, God, get rid of the distress that has buried me in my misery, radiantless mess
Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2015
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