Long Dysphoric Poems

Dismantling Dysphoria -New blood synthesis


All colours evaporated, vitality ceased
Deep agony! Topsy-turvy my life turned 
An inferno of grief engulfed my heart
Surged to the top, pain of bereavement
No panacea, no potions to douse...
Alone she left me...

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I fell for you in the way of the ultimate universe.
I was swept away by the waves of the emerging ocean
I was immersed into the concept of uplifting and compassionate emotion
due to the presence of...

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I walk my life, a subway station
Where dirt consorts
The air around.
It pounds my nape,
It flames my mind
With sights and fates
And sounds.

Above, a tram goes up the alley
Tinged with canary hue.
Below, my wit:
What void, what valley:
It...

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Remember Victor Frankenstein-
his fault that transcends generations,
no, no, no not his desire my dear child,
hiding the daemons of our minds-
that is the real tragedy.

His heart told him to continue-
as if following the heart trumps the...

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I feel somber and distressed.
Life is unpredictable added with stress.

And yet, at times; daily life is monotonous.
Blithe indifference to anyones lewdness.

Feeling dysphoric laden with despair.
Trying to hang on; why should I care?

Dancing with intrusive thoughts...

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A fragment of your shattered soul is all I have since last we met;
it wavers to the gentle sigh of nature's woodwind melody.
I stand before horizon blue with living-love at fingertips;
like a blooming heart, its...

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“he astringed a vein in the loquacious tongue
- triggered plunger syringe needle and zaz...-
now see how this psychedelia is fleeting
and the silent world that in rainbows dissolves”
when and if you wanted to hide
the stings or...

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Our Past, Times Mirror
Miracle Man
10/26/2024

When we look into time’s mirror,
we behold only our past.
Both pleasing and unhappy,
that during life we’ve cast.

Our past is totally ours,
and our protected read only file.
Memory cause some to grimace,
to others...

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The full moon kindles a bipolar mind:
     like a hunter hard on his prey, the nights
revive a dark, dysphoric mood; then grind
     the soul to abject lows...

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