Disorder Poems - Poems about Disorder

Not all of us ‘Eat, Pray, Love’. One plate: a minefield of coulda, woulda, shoulda, of clink and clatter long after a bite. Taste lingers, here!...

Continue reading...

The river breaks its mirror with a scream, Moods whip the trees — calm, then storm — then gone. In love, I drown; in fear, I flay the dream. A thousand selves pull knives inside one dawn. The eyes of others turn my skin to glass, Every slight — a spear, each kindness — pain. Abandonment’s cold breath will never pass; I...

Continue reading...

I stare timidly into the softly lit mirror, Its gaze staring back at me unrecognizable. I've been told this person is my friend, But its reflection paints a different picture. Its mixture mixes a mess of colors I never thought go together anyway. A bit ghostly. I trace its outline carefully - A bump here, a dent there, extra padding everywhere - So...

Continue reading...

PUAD- PUBIC UNREST AND DISORDER naw botha public unrest and disorder shouldn't treated as thus We have pow'er to dismiss before it's even comes liken the winds and rains we need to rebuke the pains Lord have mercy, as He surely does I am, We are covered in His love always Humanity, satan begone Ain't naw public unrest and disorder, here Puad- pubic unrest and disorder naw...

Continue reading...

I am a house with many doors, Each locked with keys I do not own— The laughter of a child upstairs, A weeping girl who walks alone. One sings to stars in trembling light, Another rages at the moon, And I, the quiet one they fear, Watch dawn arrive too soon it's near. The mirror shifts—my face is new, My name a sound I...

Continue reading...

The boy was as quiet as a viper Often talkative and very hyper One thought crossed another Another topic intercepted the other. Running…Running…Racing thoughts Too…Too..many to be caught. He jumped and jived that young little boy He sure had ways to actively annoy! Poor little fellow…they gave him pills To settle him down and stay still! “He lacks attention!” “He needs detention!” That’s what they thought and...

Continue reading...

There’s tar on the floor, Two, or three, or five, or more, Don’t know why I’m counting, there’s nothing in store. Sticky and dark, there’s nothing to read You don’t rid of it, it will only breed. Strong, loud, conscious Living, living, living....

Continue reading...

I love you my dear especially when you're near you always seem to make my head feel clear I hate you, you traitor you left me in fear you were gone so long that I drank five cases of beer I'm so in love with you please don't leave truly I'll do anything to make you stay I beg of you please I wish...

Continue reading...

Colors Blue the color of her eyes That hid the pain The ones that ahead the tears When no one is near The ones that have the glow even When the tears flow Red the color of her lips The ones that hold back the tips The tips that mad her once feel full Now seeps through the tile...

Continue reading...

This house is a mess I need to get out of here It's making me mad...

Continue reading...

Disorder in symmetry, crack in the line Distorted perspective, cubistic design Sculptures in celluloid wrappings stand by Amorphous stains on your hands - wonder why ? Clean them away with the acetone drips Mix a new color, paint some bright strips Autumnal wind blew those images down He is the author, and I'm just a clown....

Continue reading...

Eunice tried to break the cycle; caught again, hunched at the plug, charging up the unicycle. Many thought it rather strange, but as for me, I simply shrugged. Anxious, she, about its range. Ignorant, this thief, methinks.. Like a whisper, off this thug, had she known it was a Lynx. Now she's truly living large, daydreams oft of lightning bugs in a cell with brand new...

Continue reading...

Chaotic hypnotic robotic symbiotic ...

Continue reading...

Being a disabled person since 1999 my last employment I suffer severe domestic trauma severe anxiety disorder PTSD a result of my wearing wires pregnant for the Fbi buying weapons and drugs from corruption going deep inside hostage situations while my young children sat with the Fbi supervisor Leroy Heimbach Milwaukee Fbi and Chicago federal...

Continue reading...

Thinking about us I come undone Looking back I don’t know Whether we lost or won Voices in my mind That I just can’t translate But I know I’ll learn to appreciate I’m not laying blame I’m not keeping score I just wish I could find Who I was before All was taken And more was lost A dissociative fugue Cost us the lot What am I supposed...

Continue reading...