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Darkened abyss mirrored in the night
Hazed over in a gloomy shame
Blocking all of my peripheral sight
Lonely and lost without a name
Forgotten and trapped buried in fright
Dwelling in all of my haunting past sins
Waning moon lost in the depths of the night
Defending myself and battling without my friends
Furious red eyes watch my every step
Cursing my mind with negative thoughts
So, so, deep in my demented mind in depth
Feeling my soul disintegrate as my body rots
Dying inside but nobody knows how I feel
Circling through my insane mind frame
For my sanity and love someone did steal
Ward #B Insane Asylum torment and pain
Given up hope and all that means well
Given up loving and the passionate nerve
Dying and burning in this insanity Hell
Cars coming at me blindly --- unable to swerve
Not a nightmare --- but real-life indeed!
Not exaggerating but speaking the truth
Because I just don't qualify for the human breed
Insane asylum, oh asylum,
Your walls hum with despair,
In echoes carved by silent screams,
A piece of me is there.
A shard of light, a tethered flame,
Clings to what I used to be,
But shadows rise with grasping hands,
And plead to set it free.
Oh asylum, cruel and kind,
Guard my soul; let it rest,
For if I lose this fractured mind,
Perhaps I’ll find my best.
Insane asylum, oh asylum,
Your corridors twist and bind,
A labyrinth where whispers crawl,
And pieces of me unwind.
I teeter on the brink of voids,
A precipice so steep,
Caught between the chaos’ roar,
And where the silences weep.
Oh asylum, cradle my cries,
Subdue the storms inside,
For though I ache to let it go,
I dread the hollow tide.
Insane asylum, oh asylum,
Reveal the truths untold,
In the crucible of my breaking,
Forge a spirit bold.
From ashes rise a phoenix cry,
Defiant in the night,
Let madness sing its hymn to life,
And set the heavens alight.
:: 11.22.2024 ::
A man was sick and he loved to kill.
Committing murder gave him a thrill.
He stabbed people and shot some with guns.
Human beings meant nothing to him, it was fun.
He cut a man's heart out and it's enough to make people cringe.
Seeing his dad kill himself is what caused him to come unhinged.
He sneaked up behind a woman and slit her throat.
He was proud of the killings and decided to gloat.
Gloating was what caused him to be caught by the cops.
People are very thankful because he has been stopped.
When people found out that he was the killer, it was a big surprise.
He is locked up in an insane asylum and will be there until he dies.
Darkened abyss mirrored in the night
Hazed over in a gloomy, shattering, shame
Blocking all of my visions and sight
Lonely and lost without a name
Forgotten and trapped, buried in fright
Dwelling and stuck in all of my past sins
The waning moon lost in the depths of the night
Defending myself and battling without my friends
Dying inside but nobody knows how I feel
Circling through over again my insane mind frame
For my sanity and love someone did steal
Ward #B Insane Asylum torment and pain
Given up hope and all that means well
Given up on loving and my passionate nerve
Dying and engulfed in these flames of Insanity Hell
Cars coming at me blindly ~ unable to swerve
Furious red eyes watch my every step
Cackling at my shame and despairs
Possessing my thoughts and so in depth
Following this everlasting maze ~ as my heart rips and tears
Hypnagogic spell immediately cast
overpowering drug induced state fast
overcome even those who just woke
prolonged narcotic effect could last
bajillion years (hyperbole to wake
any lil lulled reader) superfast.
Before he/she succumbs without blame
impossible mission monseigneur or dame
to break loose against buttressed bed frame
magnetic pull overpowers
superman/woman and/or lame
nope, I can't rattle off any specific name
only no man, woman, nor child can tame
overpowering urge greater than whatshername?
Ja Sleeping Beauty, or similar
facsimile thereof within eye blink
shutters lids with soundless clink
quite elementary ma rinky dink
poem, but would ya expect me,
an arrogant, defiant, haughty,
career punster who doth hoodwink
matt er of fact Scott
tush trumpeting ratfink,
meanwhile, I will not let thee think,
lest ye become mettle some as hot zinc.
And what thwart my feeble
attempt to bewitch and beguile
quite aware ye probably reedsy
to spew glippy glop gloopy bile
spurring lifesaving recourse
insane asylum, cuz bedlam
forces thee to dial,
and splutter exhibiting harried style
swiftly tailored demeanor
hooping I get just desserts,
and be condemned at trial
within interim and meanwhile...
Yours truly will exalt inside
unit b44 downing
one after another
B52 eventually died
(jettisoning these lovely bones)
at least say to himself,
while gratefully dead, he tried
to curry lunacy, (albeit harmless)
across the the web, world wide
reading experience this
letterman being your lucky charm guide
into outer limits of twilight zone
ha... ha... ha... no place for ye
to run and hide,
which bolsters me prejudice and pride
without sense and/or sensibility
(think Jane Austen),
whose ghost would chide,
one twenty first century wordsmith,
who seeks a bartered bride
hmm, maybe someone allied
i.e. linkedin with AllPoetry,Cosmofunnel
FaceBook, MyPoeticSide,
PoetrySoup, Prose, All Poetry,
Hello Poetry, Tumblr...
I even roll out welcome Matt
for thyself tug get shanghaied.
Sorry no fear from A bipolar inmates sending terrorists threats through political powers instead of sending me threats from Man die Queen pin for a day giving false statements how's that going she's enraged jealous ready to stab again blood was everywhere over and over again bipolar prisoner wisconsin woman's prison repeatedly violent because she is bipolar entanglement with my abusive and his abuse of power jay townsend johnson henry let's say Nicole my attacker catrina bell mckissack challenged by severe obsessive behavior stalking me over my American poetry shame on all of you stop encouraging this violent offender to want to harm me to get out of jail no different than Bin laden seeking early release I'm not afraid of your threats I realize they are from my stalkers my assasins arriving with a gunman to end my life in tampa recruiting Man die behind bars to slander me and God knows how many other people she resents bullying intimidating due to her extreme bipolar violent outbursts according to lake Geneva news Milwaukee sentinel she is easily made jealous foaming at the mouth stabbing five people chanting she was going to kill them while on probation repeat severe violent offenders with A deadly weapon she continued to stab these people with a large butcher knife enraged no wonder she continues harming innocent persons
Man die needs an insane asylum clearly union grove over and over again giving false reports and she starts all over promoting violence or perhaps wait until she stabs your mother or her own child again hint hint back off I will never ever fear your corruption queen for a day to lie spread rumors and stab innocent persons blood was everywhere shame on you
You are actually encouraging A bipolar violent offender to harm me for your own twisted corruption abuse of power manic organized crime canker worm breaking into my home searching for poetry
Jesus I certainly will never ever fear these ongoing sheer threats of terror upon me from behind bars poured out into the streets stop terrorists threats you cannot extort my american poetry have a blessed mother day weekend
Siege warfare (trumpeting)
average joe biden his time
linkedin with aberrant behavior
transpires within me mind,
(not just today December 5th, 2020,
but everyday/365)
warrants depleting stockpile arsenal
constituting exhausting mental health
uprooting deep seated repellent pesky
daunting lost cause.
Overruled by irrational thoughts,
I feebly muster a lame duck
half quacked comeback
(think home team cheering at pep rally)
against analogous figurative agents provocateur
said nemesis bore down hard
upon sense and sense abilities
mine psyche undergoing
blistering, hectoring withering, et cetera
courtesy ghost of Emily Brontë
mailer daemons flitting to and fro,
hither and yon within wuthering heights.
Another necessity Emma gin)
awoke prided prejudice
to confront head on
beastie boy foo fighting (Irish,
no matter genealogy regarding
yours truly Eastern European)
mine talking head housing
private insane asylum.
Incomprehensible thought processes
chronically spin out of control
dictate mandate NOT to wash hair
until at least one week passage of time,
(an arbitrarily chosen number
i.e. seven days convenient block)
even if appearance looks unkempt, slovenly
grungy, et cetera as nirvana seeking guy.
Thus, I readily admit self held hostage,
whereby loopy thought provoking patterns
hopelessly, grimly, futilely find me surrendering
NEVER eradicating down battened ramparts
neurotic, lunatic approved, idiotic
mind mental chattering
babbling jabbering gibberish
housing concocted village people
dead set against shampooing oily locks.
Quite a tussle (think metaphorical hair pulling)
ensues within me scrambled noggin,
whereby pathetic psychotic pummeling
win knows scrimmage
scoring touchdown amidst
teaming muted brouhaha
allowing, enabling, and providing
harmlessly insane nettlesome
pesky skewed notions
ridiculous leeway to predominate
until yours truly USDA
qualified, hashtagged, certified...
as grateful dead among human league.
(This is a fictional poem)
I've never been happy because I've endured one tragedy after another.
It began at the age of six when I lost my father and mother.
Three years ago my wife blew her brains out right in front of me.
That's probably going to be the most horrifying thing I'll ever see.
I had a bad breakdown after her death and life was very grim.
My kids were taken from me because I could no longer take care of them.
Two years ago I snapped when I went to a diner with a gun.
I opened fire and when I was finished, I had killed everyone.
Now I'm in an insane asylum and I'm wasting away.
I'll rot in here for the rest of my days.
Have you ever been lost?
Lost to the point where you didn't know which way to look.
Which direction to point your feet? And every street looked the same?
Have you ever lost yourself in a transcendental feeling where you felt that up was down,
And down was up?
A constant wonderment where you couldn't wait for the next moment to come?
A split second that turns into addiction- a moment that feels like your first kiss?
The moment your mouth waters almost out of control,
Wandering about in your garden of thoughts. Replanting every seed. Harvesting the fruit fresh grown by the sun.
Have you ever lost control of your breath?
Hyperventilating into a circumstance where time itself has gotten away
And you weren't at all bothered?
To relive all of the feelings that feel like only yesterday.
Mere seeds that are scattered into the very garden that has become root of where you truly felt your happiest.
A moment where you left your bookmark at home and revised a whole chapter of your favorite book with the biggest smile?
If at all you've ever been this lost, you deserve to be locked inside an insane asylum.
Because most people need a passport to visit the things that truly make them happy
Remember...Remain Calm, Collected, And Cool...
Matthew Scott Harris...ARG
This, a near imp
possible mantra to apply
when this 2009
Macbook Pro went awry
triggering this enduser
to experience tidal waves of high
anxiety, which besieged this fie
foo fighting dirt po' pa well nigh,
who might need buy
another laptop, yet my
anorexic checking account
on life support, no lie
could not afford, (to sigh
phone even one red cent,
all because ordinary healthy
electrons deployed aye
did NOT see usual expected
predictable apple luck
quiche hun activity via my
left and right eye,
yours truly did not espy
usual kickstarting linkedin magic after
preliminary electronic setup
unexpectedly failed to start -
no idea why
unbeknownst tummy, what
ghost in the machine didst defy
programming code of honor,
whereby pixel display
unexpectedly exhibited "abnormal"
computer behavior -
like a turncoat ally
meaning one hoop wrest
illegally start button signaling
subatomic warfare unleashing - guy
did missiles as taught
during routine training
to turn bot tin down stevedores
loose on the Jobs (dan-g) rather, I
watched slack jawed,
as that very singularly narrow
vertical lined band width
(analogous to a medium black
sabbath tipped magic marker)
did NOT display
prestidigitation instantaneous flash
demarcating binary DMZ
(demon mailer zone,
viz dividing screen in half, -
versus top to bottom array), qua
incomplete automatic
initialization stopped
partway thru automatic preparation,
after which cryptic
error message appeared,
which malfunction found me
bursting with damned tears,
and ready to cry,
(which gush of tear
rivalled Hurricane Florence),
cuz mechanical and/or
application so much
of my creative
write minded person
(reed literary) self choked life vie
ability to live, thus the only alternative
...insane asylum to apply!
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SPOILER ALERT...
postscript: after some fluke brought
desk top in view, the quick thinking
chap attached an external drive to a
USB port, and thus breathed easier
knowing a backup got made.