Best Mental Institution Poems
Endless madness, 02-12-2000
blurs my mind...
I look around
and can not find...
Any Peace or Reconciliation...
There is a war deep within myself...
These demons, I can not stop the things I do,
when they possess my mind...
I can not escape
what I have locked inside...
For it is I who bares the key...
What am I,
but not like the rest...
Each and every day
seems to be a test...
A fight for survival,
A hunt, an endless nightmare...
I am trapped,
held hostage by a force
more greater than man...
God is what is deep within...
What happens is the choice
that I'm overthrown by...
I can not be free...
I have no choice,
the choices are made by
my spiritual intellect...
Everyday seems to drift apart, 02-19-2000
from all my empty life...
The fulfillment of all things,
I had hoped to have,
washed away by a past disturbed....
If only love was stronger,
maybe it would have not been so bad...
But the drifting apart,
torn away all those hopes and dreams...
If only faith was stronger
and the belief not denied...
If I was loved for me inside,
instead of what I was capable of doing...
Must I strive forth to more days,
and have to dwell on the way
I had hoped how things could have been???
It could have been a lot more,
It seems to be lost...
But it is there...
I must find myself to establish the way,
I had always wished our lives would have been...
written while I was in Sircys mental institution... 12-12-00 and 12-19-00
Setting: Central Park, with a lake directly behind the character Giselle, who is sitting on a large rock.
Characters:
Giselle (G): A pretty redhead, who lives in a fantasy world, believing she is a princess.
Frog (F): A frog Giselle hears talking somewhere near the rock.
Dialogue:
F: Hey, Miss, why are you sitting on a rock?
G: What’s that? Who’s there? I heard somebody talk.
F: I’m down here, Miss, admiring your frock of pink and blue.
G: Oh my! It’s you? But you’re a frog. A frog I’m talking to?
F: Yes, but truly I’m a prince. A spell was put on me.
G: Oh my. I know your story and what will set you free.
F: You say you know my story? Whoever might you be?
G: I’m a princess searching for my prince, but nobody believes me.
F: Well, get this. Every time I talk, people think I’m croaking.
G: Wow! I hear you clearly. They’ve got to be joking.
F: You’re as pretty as a princess. It’s fate that we should meet.
G: You recognize who I am. Dear frog, you are so sweet.
F: Yes, Dear. I am a prince. You know what you must do.
G: Yes, I know what I must do to have a love that’s true.
F: Please pick me up, my darling, and give me true love’s kiss.
G: Oh, my prince. Our life will be filled with so much bliss. (she leans down to pick up the frog).
Epilogue: Caught immediately upon kissing the frog, Giselle is whisked off by her father to the mental institution from which she had fled.
The night was frigid and at its poorest,
But who am I to judge, when I was not the wisest,
A slight breeze crawled up my spine,
I could taste the wind’s saltiest brine.
My eyes conveyed to an old lodge,
So I can refuge, from this monstrous botch.
The place was dim, obnoxious and dingy,
But thank god there is no hole for the breeze to carry.
But what was interesting, that there was a mural,
It was so boundless, that it gave an unsettling moral.
The colors were faded, and burdened with marks,
Like it was meant to be destroyed, no needed remarks.
It displayed pictures of a young woman and maid,
I wonder who was the artisan that made this eerie portrait.
The face of the woman was covered with graze,
But the maid was gnarly and gave deep piercing evil gaze.
For a moment I thought, I had gone mad,
When I thought the maid turned from wicked to sad.
I blinked my visions, to trust my perception,
I opened my eyes, to found the maid was not in front of the reception.
My face was pale, my hairs were struck,
I pounced up when I heard the lightning struck.
I thought to myself I was delirious,
Maybe the maid was not actually there, no need to conclude something mysterious.
I waited a duration until the weather calmed down,
But the French maid entity made my brain vigorously mount.
The brews were gone, I got ready to abandon,
When I looked at the painting before, to eased my tension.
My limbs were trembling , as I took a deep stare,
First the maid, now the scrawny woman wasn’t there.
I backed to leave when voices disturbed me,
saying “You’re going nowhere, this is the place you’ll ever be.”
I rushed towards the exit when I still had my sane,
Till I dropped down realized my legs were shackled with chains.
I got up apprehended that my costume is now white,
And my hands were completely immovable as it was actually shut tight.
The lodge was dying into an atrocious looking room,
I was squirming on the floor, demanding release from this horrible doom.
Until I notice on top of the iron door,
A header flaunting; “the mental institution of schizophrenia & more”.
They said my life is worthless, but my net worth is priceless.
I'm one of the nicest. I've been bless to express my life on this.
I was built for this, so they can miss me with that snuffed up "ish",
No need to curse on this, no disrespect needed, it's time that we be kind and courteous.
What occurs to us could be a curse for us; but what occurred is a must and in god we should trust.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, consider yourself dead if we continue to live unjust.
Cause there's no justification for your judgmental infatuation,
In fact your situation is a declaration of your own character in question.
Any questions?
In consideration, I'm trying to make sense of this verbal composition,
But you're always in competition with your mental institution, while you're in a mindless and clueless position.
I'm no illusion. But from all the confusions, I became a realest.
I never said I'm the best, but I'm always at my best to the fullest.
And somehow haters new about this and that's the reason why they started hating on this.
Trying to convince me that I wasn't built for this.
Instead, they became my photosynthesis I became photosensitive to there photo-negative emphasis.
I had no choice but to put an end to this and considered it a life changing experiences.
My fearfulness went into a metamorphosis.
Went from more fear to less, that morphed into too bless to be stressed over some senseless mess.
Therefore I rise. Like high risers in the sky I've arrived.
The sky is the limit and I'm going to live in the sky till the day I die.
Who am I?
It's no question I'm a reflection of the most high; far from perfection,
But His intentions are perfect, perfectly prophesied by my third eye.
Last Week my brother called and said his mother was dying,
I felt his hope,
So I prayed for God to resurrect her,
This week all of her organs shut down and she has been on the edge of death,
My brother called me to pray,
I cried out to God with fierce anger,
And asked him, “Why do you allow us to hope, when you deny the very faith that we strive
to hold to?”
A time ago, I gave my life to God,
And I said these words, “Dear Lord I present myself as a living sacrifice to you, do with
me what you will.”
A year later, I was in a mental institution scarcely aware of my name,
There are times when I feel God’s gentle caress about me,
It is only then that I understand:
That every choice I make for hope, spreads hope despite the outcome,
And every choice I make for love, spreads love, no matter what hate might come on its
wake
A time ago, I chose a wife and the world said we were too young,
And we wrestled with tides of discontent for quite some time,
But now, when I see her smile, I feel the merciful touch of God’s grace,
You see this life has no guarantees except for one, that through it all, God’s love is real,
That through it all, if we strive for hope,
We will know beauty.
Sometimes I see myself and can’t find a thing to reverence,
Sometimes I hear my thoughts and want to run away with terror,
But for beauty, in beauty, I stand and walk and live and breathe,
And though I have no guarantees,
For beauty I continue,
For when I see the snapshots of God’s love in this world,
From a distance place, far from here,
I will not remember much,
Except I will know beyond doubt and belief as well,
That it was beautiful!
Marriage is a mental Institution.
except here the Sane become Insane!
I spoke the truth and ignorance and arrogance befell upon me
I spoke the truth and i lost my parents , brothers and sisters
I spoke the truth and i became a loner , living in a dark melancholy
The truth for all i care is not for the weak , not for the dead in spirit
The truth for all i care is not for perverts , infidels and adulterers
The truth for all i care is what some , like me and you are made of
I am the truth and the truth is me , it is said the truth shall set you free
No i say the truth shall grant you enemies , inbound the family and everywhere
The truth is a lonely village , the truth is a forced trip to a mental institution
The truth is for the strong , strong emotionally and not physically
The truth is for the strong , strong intuitively and not materially
Strong spiritually and not monetarily ,
O truth you are my rock
O truth you are my boulder
O truth you are my mountain
When they come for me
You melt in front of their eyes
Truth dearest truth ,you never change
Truth yesterday ,
Truth today
Truth tomorrow
Truth forever
I'd rather be alone than be without truth
The truth my life , truth you contain my anger
One day the truth shall set me free
As i truthfully wait in peace...for the truth to capture the day
For all to truthfully live in freedom
Is time the greatest illusion
I’m not waiting around to see
Deja vu causes confusion
so many echos from eternity
My birth a mere occlusion
from a past life I broke free
Deja vu works in collusion
with most supreme entities
Previous cycles of allusion
came pouring back to me
Deja vu and mass delusion
nervous breakdown maybe
Since my latest convolution
visions show where I must be
Inside a mental institution
a revelation No! you all agree
Deja vu contest
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02/20/23
Rain is falling
The Children groaning
Gates keep closing...
Alas, we've elected bozos on both sides to again guide the nation!
(Some folks are sobbing in their ale, others are filled with jubilation!)
To rid this great nation of such knaves, here is what I would propose:
Elect retired noncoms who are well qualified to lead, heaven knows!
Noncoms are known for their integrity and by the way, lead from the front!
They don't take shhhtuff from anyone and are known to be rather blunt!
There should be a crusty Master Chief to head the Navy overseeing the fleet,
And a Marine Gunny Sergeant should occupy every congressional seat!
A Staff Sergeant who's been in the trenches should be the Secretary of Defense.
Chief Master Sergeants qualify for the oval office (Obama, take no offense!)
Sergeants First Class would eminently qualify for the Secretary of Labor.
They'd put deadbeats to work so as not to mooch off their neighbor!
There's a horde of Navy Petty Officers who'd qualify for Treasury Secretary,
Who've faithfully paid their taxes unlike some Yale czars to the contrary!
There's a brigade of Sergeants Major who'd excel as the Secretary of State,
Who'd tell other nations where to go if they didn't deal with us straight!
Master and Technical Sergeants are well qualified to occupy a governor's chair.
Their prime concern is the welfare of folks, not just building castles in the air!
Retired Noncoms are a special breed who believe in and uphold the Constitution!
Patriots who'd oust the current clowns, some of whom qualify for a mental institution!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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In England way back in the 18th century
“Pants” was considered a bad word
Probably coz it sounds like heavy breathing
In bedrooms it could often be heard
Ernest Wright once wrote a whole novel
Without using the letter “e”
Here's a question I'd sure like to ask
Which mental institution lives he
In Tennessee it's actually against the law
To drive your car while sleeping
Well how about that my P-Soup friends
But you can with one eye peeping
Columbus' fee for discovering America
Was a paltry three hundred dollar
If that was today for crying out loud
He'd be living in absolute squalor
Hard to believe Baskin Robbins once made
Ketchup flavoured ice cream, holy crap
Needless to say it wasn't too successful
It melted on burgers, imagine that
Your thumb is the same length as you nose
So nosey people have extra long thumbs
That surely explains why you see some people
With their thumb stuck up their bum
Each year Americans eat 12 billion bananas
I eat probably one billion myself
Okay that's quite an erroneous statement
It's french fries that endanger my health
Did you know butterflies taste with their feet
Imagine if us humans did that
Phew! Stinky poo... I'd swear off eating
And be skinny as an underweight gnat
Parrots are as intelligent as a five year old child
Know friends where that surely applies
They have this really overwhelming urge
To poop on your head flying by
© Jack Ellison 2013
Wearing Great Smelling Deodorant
From Trump each and every word
We heard from him was totally absurd
After hearing him came to conclusion
Was optical illusion in mental institution.
With what he wore would try to impress
And also occasionally he tried to abscess
Worldly woman he wanted to have been
But in female bathroom didn't let him in.
What did it take to be an Olympic winner
On Wheaties box by name of Bruce Jenner
Who was playing a role about his anonymity
Wanting to be Jane who was a cute calamity.
I did determined that things may not differ
When I was being a good wiffer of her
Made no difference where he or she went
Were distinguished by desirable deodorant.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
The man a self proclaimed gay
One day was talking to Sling Blade
The man who was gay
Declared,"I believe people are under estimating you, Sling Blade.
I believe that behind that exterior
You are very deep thinker on the interior
What were you thinking just now
Please tell me lets just have a pow wow
Come on Sling Blade tell me your thoughts
What's going on inside I haven't bought
That exterior facade'
Tell me what words you've played
What was you thinking just now".
Sling Blade says, "Well how I like mustard with these French Fried Potates wow"
"No! no! not that Sling Blade."
Said the man that was gay
"Before that what thoughts in your head"
Sling Blade answered, "Not a thing instead."
The man that was gay
Looked at him twice and did say
"Oh!"
(Movie called "Sling Blade" has really been stuck in my mind. Sling Blade spent years in
a mental institution for the murder of his mother and her lover. Actually"Sling Blade" was an
abused child that had the traits of a psychopath probably because of the abuse. But I
gathered that he was a deep thinker but kept it hidden and was unable to connect
emotionally because of the abuse."
Form:
Television killed the radio.
Smart phones killing Television.
Dumbing down the nation.
Without any intervention
all will end in a mental institution!!!
15/02/2016
Silent one & Timothy Hicks Grook contest
In the mirror, I see my face melt away in shame
And, yet I still hunt for game
I hunt you down to catch some inspiration
I’m not looking for fame…
But, my heart’s pumping with anticipation
Why do they put labels on me? Why do I devour their debris?
Perhaps, it makes them feel satisfied… to know that I had a psychotic breakdown
Why me? How did I end up in a mental institution? I wish I could flee…
I wish I could…I wish I knew
The true answers…but I’m left to question my own actions…
Not to seek satisfactions…
I want to be set free…
From poverty…
angst…
and anxiety…
I tell the voices in my head to leave…
In Christ’s name, will you leave?
Just let me breathe for a second or two…
Didn’t I tell you
To leave? I grieve for your safety, sis,
But I think you think I’m crazy…tell me if I am, miss…
And still – there’s questions left unanswered…
I feel awkward…
Staring at a blank screen before me…
I see my past unwind – set me free…
Let me be…
Can’t you see…
You are bothering me?
Should I just move on with life?
Could He delete all of my strife?
Could he or she stab me with a knife?
I’m all alone…
And, yet I don’t groan
For solitude is my best friend
Until the very end…