Best Mental Disorder Poems
If my mind were a war torn map and anxiety an invading force
A thorough search of my cerebrum would avail no remorse
Is there a hoard of grotesque assailants standing at the border
Or do I suffer from tensions dispensed by some mental disorder
None the less I attack first with nothing but the element of surprise
No weapon, no armor, no countrymen, just a crumbling enterprise
I swing my sword in the direction of the pale ghost filling the night
Cutting to ribbons the notion that I released a lost dog in the fight
Misfortune is mine as the battle rages in the back of my optical lobe
Fixated on the fact that there is a fixed fight at the end of the road
Without negligence I execute the figure who seems to be orchestrating
The darkened world in which I have been unsuccessful in navigating
With a cough of blood his mouth released a final exasperating word
A man cannot win when he cannot escape falling on his own sword
It took years of tears, torture, trials and tribulations for me to see
Thine own enemy I could not circumvent was me and my “anxiety”
I am inflicted with MPD,
a mental disorder whereupon I live separate and unique individual personalities.
I am here to declare to all of you the truth (or I may be screwing with you maybe)
BILLYtheKidster is also The Poet Destroyer aka P D.
So in essence I CRUSHED myself basically.
I wonder what kind of comment P D, aka me, will leave yours truly, also aka me.
One thing's for sure, BILLYtheKidster, aka Poet Destroyer, aka P D
are all most certainly certifiably insane to a very high fun loving degree.
A mental disorder caused by watching too many Transformer movies. In the first stage of the disease, the afflicted will experience lethargy, loss of speech, appetite, and sense of impending doom. The second, or hallucinatory stage, is characterized by irrational fear of Japanese cars, cell phone towers, TA Truck Stops, Swiss Army pocket knives, and vacuum cleaners with multiple attachments. In the third and final stage, the afflicted will take on the persona of a rogue FBI agent and insist that the truth is out there.
I fall and my mind begs my heart to get up
I try to stand on two shaky legs
But the weight of my soul has become too much to bear
The rips and tears in my heart have become too much to mend
I try to close my eyes but I’m continuously haunted by your smile
My heart yearns to pull your body close
To get wrapped up in your lyrical verse
My mind craves the sound of your voice
I try but I’m left with only one lyrical choice
I need you, I need you, I need you
My soul feels alive when I’m caught in your gaze
I let go of my fear and convince my heart to be brave.
It’s too early so I won’t let this feel like love
I can’t help but want to be your dove
Sailing on the winds of your emotions
A dolphins riding the waves of your devotion
In the ocean that is your heart
Why can’t I just let these feeling pass
My world is spinning way too fast
I’m lost, You find me, I’m lost again.
Your eyes draw me in but your fears push me out
Your lips beckon me closer
But doubt still clouds your mind
Why did we have to find each other now
The timing couldn’t be more wrong
(cuss) THIS!!!!!!
You still sing my heavenly song
A melodious rhapsody
Into this abyss
I fall to thee
I’m floating on your words
This is weird, I’m lost in three different worlds
I’m happy, I’m sad, I’m confused
I wish time would cease to tick
So I wouldn’t have to lose
Wishing amour shall cause our hands to fuse
So I never have to let go
So I’d never have to say “so…
Long” and “I’ll see you soon”
Spiraling, spiraling into this lonely doom
SAVE ME!!!!!!
Set my soul free
Unlock this prison that keeps our feelings hidden
Rescue my heart
It’s calling out to you
I’ll understand if you block me out
I can sense your fear
I know, I understand, I agree
Even if the Fates tell us we aren’t meant to be
I know you feel this too
Now do you understand this torment that I’m going through?
I am overcome with boundless affection
You have captured me with intellectual perfection.
Beating hearts, tempted souls
Feeling which weren’t supposed to grow
But yet they did and I see it clear
Sweet ……, I wish you near
Wrap you in my arms
Breathe in your scent
Countless hours in thought I’ve spent
In a state of mental disorder, your smiles and face inhabit the center, and the borders
Of my heart
Willing our threads never to part……
I hate sounding like a recorder
Knowing I am at the edge of my border
Always being served by a court order
Yeah, I have a mental disorder
Heck yeah, I suffer, I am bipolar
I stay up every night full of energy
Suffering from short term memory
My moods can last for days or weeks
I get so mad sometimes I can't speak
I don't even know what's "normal" anymore
Unexplained pain and my muscles are sore
I don't have the ability to concentrate
So I always yell when I communicate
I have unexplained sadness and crying spells
Feeling sick all the time and can't get well
Having a lot of guilt and feeling worthless
Everything around me makes me stress
Wanting to give up on my hopes and dreams
Just for the thrill, I go to the extreme
I hate sounding like a recorder
Knowing I am at the edge of my border
Always being served by a court order
Yeah, I have a mental disorder
Heck yeah, I suffer, I am bipolar...
Where are we come from ?
We could never solve this idiom.
When and where the first man and woman met with each other?
The current history has no reliable answer.
Why we are here in this planet earth?
Might be someone could say here is easy to give birth.
Are we alone here?
For getting this question's answere, we are roaming desperately from one place to another.
When and how the time was started first?
Might be I will be who gonna ask this question last.
Why everyone is not happier?
Because our unlimited demand forcing us to make our mind out of order.
Is there any way to make our world fighting free?
If we can find out that way , it would be a great discovery.
How long the weakest will be tortured by the strongest?
As long as the weakest will not remove fears from their chest.
So come together and be united for making us free from all types of mental disorder.
Now it's time for us to raise our voice that we are no more stranger.
Environmental distort
Illness of mind, brain disrupt
Youth mental disorder stare
Marijuana cocain herorin a dire
Society decayed from drug and its abuse
Tragedies and crime, that stem from the use
Father stole is life from his childreen
Childreen rape there life in their father's den
Where do we find the root of this menace
Victims of this self abuse, tumbling down again
Death and violence, and the torment soul
A road of destruction without any control
After inhaling this foreign substance
Some smalltime pleasure, worth the organs
Raping thy self of full potential
The economy import drug that have expired
At the detriment of the young life
Drug abuse is a dire keep the diatance
Drift so away from it, keep resistance
The darkness of drug and the evil that lurks
You will always be tired and slow as a slug
They say it for pleasure
They say to overcome pressure
But the miseries it unluck is beyond measured
Pain and horrible death is usually the closure
Due to drug, daily problem persist and faiting in there miseries
Struggling to resist that godforsaken misery
Avoid the temptation of addictive
Don't become a problem to the aociety
A woman is following me.
I am guessing she is lonely.
Having a stalker gives me glee.
It makes me feel quite naughty.
This is becoming bothersome.
She phoned up and called me a scum.
She disguised her voice with a hum.
But I know where the call came from.
Next door she is now a boarder.
She has a mental disorder.
She is ignoring the order.
I got it to try to ward her.
I wake up to find my hands tied.
She is standing by my bedside.
Telling me she is now my bride,
and we must toast with cyanide.
DISTURBED MINDS
Pete was a handsome young boy, only fifteen years of age,
Had PSYCHOSIS, his reality severely distorted, a mental disorder,
Felt that his brain was contained in a wrought iron cage,
Knew that ultimately, his life would be harder and shorter!
Pete’s father, was the local village mayor, his mother a social worker,
His father had influence and could exercise force, he had LEVERAGE,
After a FRAGMENT of conversation, promising his son was no shirker,
Secured him a job with the carpenter, a daily lunch and a beverage!
Pete would BEVEL, making slopes and angles in wood and stonework,
But was disturbed, his mind chaotic, could see it in his eyes,
He met Kylie, a young girl with the same condition, this did perk
Pete a little, visited a DERELICT house, confused, neither world wise!
They often discussed how different and unwanted and crazy they were,
And came to a firm decision, a determined blood RESOLUTION,
They would die together, and hugged and kissed, their beings astir,
No more meds, feeling bad or ugly stares, they would find a solution!
They made love, not knowing why, and began quickly walking home,
Passed a SINKHOLE, so dark and deep, if water could find a route,
To disappear, so could they, jumped in, so no longer did aimlessly roam,
Life was a cheat, gave a wrong ILLUSION, no one heard either shout!
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If they'd told me I'd fall for you
I'd have offered them the number
To the local psych ward -
After a sufficient Google search
To ensure they received
The proper care they'd need.
If they'd said to me,
"One day you'll look up,
And realize he's the one."
I'd have raised an eyebrow,
Pulled a thermometer from
Some poor unfortunate souls ass
And checked them for a fever.
If they'd look from me to you
And smirked like they knew something
That I didn't,
I'd have grabbed the largest sharpie
I could find in the vicinity,
And draw a *****
Directly in the center of their forehead
While they were sleeping.
If they'd told me,
"I know you don't believe in it,
But you'll come to love him."
I'd have -
Well. To be completely honest,
I'd have probably laughed in their faces,
And said something none too pleasant.
Probably would have received glares
From nearby parents.
If they'd warned me,
I wouldn't have listened.
Would have denied it
All the way to the local horse races,
Where I would have bid on the underdog,
That had never won a race -
Just to prove to myself,
That things that can't happen,
Won't happen.
But knowing my luck,
If I'd done that,
That damn horse would've won.
Sadly, if they'd said anything,
Things would end up exactly as they did.
Only the Google search
Isn't for them.
It'd be for me.
I'm still convinced this whole thing,
Where I'm feeling something
Specifically a thing for you,
Is a symptom of mental disorder.
And I'm the one with the fever.
But if I go to the doctor,
It'd just be a freaking case
Of loving you.
And that bill would just be
Another heaping disappointment
On this cake of misguided love.
I'd still draw a ***** on someone's face.
But I don't have a key to your place.
You'd better be happy buster,
Because I draw a great dick.
And you'd never get rid of it.
If they'd told me that I'd love you,
I wouldn't have listened,
But at least I wouldn't have been
Blindsided when it happened.
Caged magnetic daydreams of lucid migration;
I’ve been there before. It’s forbidden:
Orchard carved calligraphy crisply cut -
Spiraled surface-scratched immortality
Dimly azure, aglow on videotape,
Red, blue, green. Nature’s baby grand.
An organic player-piano ceaseless
In mellow tone, perched potpourri hillside,
Plucking raspberry notes of beautiful song;
Translucent aches nestled by slippy wake
That ricochet ripples, careening whispers
Through rendezvous dreams.
Seductive susurrus, sentient, shadowy,
Teasing temptation longed to taste;
Siren’s breathiness gurgles in devilish dive,
Swooshes, swoops, swallows. Tickles.
Siren’s breathless gurgle chokes drowned lies.
But…so serene. Feather soft tranquility.
Lyrical folly forbidden. Salmon pink.
2/3/2017
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Writer’s note:
Told as a pet parakeet (while his owner listens to Radiohead’s song Videotape) whose cage is hung in the window of a cottage overlooking a stream through an orchard while the sun goes down who was a fish in a past life but, sadly, drowned due to a mental disorder which caused him to believe he was a bird and, consequently, spend all day trying to fly out of the water…until the day he refused to use his gills to breathe since, after all, birds don’t have gills.
Join me on this journey,
across this mental plane,
a compulsive personality:
a mindset labled insane.
Share your fears openly,
don't be afraid to expose,
your psychological battle,
to which most will oppose.
Infactuated with purpose,
to educate those blind,
to see a mental disorder,
not as a broken mind.
As creativity blossoms,
frustrations take control;
Irritabality is thy master,
and consumes my soul.
The trek is overwhelming,
too much for one to bare.
Supporting every notion;
bravely you now share.
Join me on this journey,
which none can compare.
You're never to be alone,
for HE is always there.
(This piece is dedicated to those innocent youths gunned down inside institutes of learning, by guns improperly regulated, and utilized by cold, heartless entities who committed these crimes without an iota of guilt or remorse. It is also a bold criticism to those lawmakers who are just as frigid and have done nothing about it and are more concerned about political contributions going to their coffers).
Clarity Of Purpose
Adolescents prodding elders for elucidations responded to evasively
Probing Machiavellian faces heralding scathing biases superciliously
Hindered and challenged fiercely resisting like the endangered tiger
Opposing mortal greed searching for answers revitalizing will power
Bullets impale youths with weapons running rampant on the streets
Second amendment used as shield whilst corpses bloodstain sheets
Talking heads blatantly blamed mental disorder as the sole offender
While the fragmented system of law abandons to uphold a defender
Mired in the abyss of ambiguity noble objectives negates doomsday
Induced by human instincts defying monsters lurking along the way
The mind ponders are they worth venerating if they conceal disgust
Clarity of purpose stained with wicked machination morph into dust
Written:
02-05-2018
Galveston Cruise Terminal
Texas, USA
The towering inferno devoured all in its path,
On the lonely midsummer day.
Nothing was safe from its venomous bite,
When it danced its insidious ballet.
It heeded no warnings and took no advise,
Ignored any little alarm.
It was intent upon causing tremendous havoc,
Leaving destruction and chaos and harm.
This was a fire in his mind, a paranoid distrust,
A doubt with no reason or border.
A raging holocaust of all that he knew,
His all consuming mental disorder.
Have you ever died?
Have you ever lied, in a bloody bed of your lies?
Could you ever fly?
Did you really ever try?
In front of me,
I'm tunnel visioned filled with stars
Feeling the rush of speeding cars
All my dreams they seem so far..
I'm done.
There is nothing that is fun
Far away i will run
Chasing the warm rays of the sun
Everyday i'm trying not to pull the trigger of this gun
The world gets bigger
In a life of a sinner
You can never be a winner
I can see the eyes of the angel who flies
He vanishes my cries
Hes so beautifully high
He comprehends what beauty is in my eyes
The ultimate being,
of light
I cannot fathom to realize
That everything is covered in disguise
My hearts bruised and out of order
My minds made of mental disorder
We have crossed the border
and found ourselves getting older...
My hourglass is getting smaller
How do i make you see?
Make thee see?
Cover my body in your name
with ink
Unify this link
We cannot speak
Our minds are weak
With every blink
Into darkness we sink...
The angels live in places you could never think
They are real
They can really feel
They can make us, surreal.