Long Paralysing Poems
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The mind was an enemy of itself
A weapon forged by its own hands
Every thought a spiral of panic
Every decision a thought out plan
Silence became a blessing when noise is all you've known
It becomes a safe place after a war of chaos
The betrayal of your own thoughts is a tragedy on its own
To not have your own back, in a world against you
Is to have a house not a home
To be surrounded by people, yet still feel alone
A prison of your insecurities
Haunted by the ghost of regrets
Forever lingering in the deepest part of your soul
The mind a vast ocean of dead past selves
Screaming to be heard
Begging to be known
Wailing to be loved
But who could love a mind that's perception of love is non-existent
Fatigue drains the fight from the spirit
Within the mind numbness creeps
Paralysing the mind until it gives in
To a life sectioned by depression
Until the poison of self deprication becomes too much
That you fall into the state of being a zombie
Trapped inside a body you no longer own
Each day becomes a blur
A constant reminder of a life long gone
A sad ending to the person you were
I wish I had something important to tell you
than hoping to see your face once more
again
I do recall the moment theft that left us by
just to go through most of the day without
shredding in missing you
Should note down for the both of us we had
the best of the untested dress code of our
love
The time we spent, each moment we could
share made sense to my entire existence
Honey remember the day you rubbed my
chin just to grasp my thinking
Or between that day we couldn’t express
words as a writer does we ended up having
our own love language that had the
most inside jokes just to communicate in
understanding in meanings that could easily
visualised in animated by that we both
banged in watching it
At some point it kept us glue as if it were a
glue trap of our relationship
A feeding scheme in our conversational
content of our crazy laughter
I remember the first time I saw you
The nerves of shaking of interest to talk to
you
The moment I said “Hey “ and you said
“Hey”
It felt like it was our thing for sure ain’t no
other person could understand that
To break the freeze I complimented your
music taste as crazy it sounds it was the
exact taste that my intestine danced for it
daily
The very first hug that left me with all my
questions answered by smearing the most
paralysing smile you gave me
I’m not sure if I ever express my emotions
deeply how your being order an existence
soldiers within my heart creating a town of
Rising Diane’s movement
The feelings of your attentive specifics how
you invented a better version of me
How you stressed dearly for communication
effectively just to make the distance
between us bearably
We weren’t even near to each other
That was the actual fear that you erased
everyday
We became each other’s daily routine
We became each other’s mission in seeing
each other from time to time
It never crossed my nightmare that we will
just be erased like a drawing in a fabricated
story that is unfinished worthy to be started
all over again just like that
Ashleigh Ngoqo
“Keep the love light burning, whilst young hearts are learning,
for from love children know, beautiful people grow.”Quote- Poets own
He Gave Her a Book
Life wasn't rosy for Pearl when just a kid
She was a sad and lonesome reclusive
That could not have been easily believed
Folk knew her home was bursting at the seams.
Missing was love and laughter in the house
No wonder Pearl was timid as a mouse
Holding one's breath in paralysing stress
Leads to anxiety and deep distress.
School days weren't carefree she would truly say
Yet there was someone who brightened her day
A young boy who would always dry Pearl’s tears
In endeavour to drive away her fears.
Charming and comforting words Pearl's friend spoke
Filling her heart with seeds of love and hope
Steadily Pearl began to find her voice
And many reasons for her to rejoice.
They grew up and when school days were dismissed
The friend gave her a book, signed with a kiss
Titled "Finding Happiness After Pain"
It showed her the way to sing in the rain.
Pearl treasured her book until her life's end
Then high o’er the rainbow she found her friend.
29th May 2021
Every mid nights I stay partially awake..
Haunted by schizophrenic nightmares,
Detached from conscience,
Convulsed by delusions..
"Serpentine spirit" swings me into unimaginable
adventures and tries paralysing me..
I heard a serpent would come
to prick us with venom only if we commit any sin..
But I haven't committed any..? i cogitate..!!
Then, later I verbally query before it could strike me..
To my astonishment I hear some charming music
behind the woods..
Someone comes to protect me
by attempting to rip the fangs of spirits..
While I observe them keen,
dancing to the music being heard..
I understand something..
The fierce movements performed are in fact
to defend themselves..
I intricately watch without taking off my eyes
as they hiss.. and hiss..and hiss..
After some time I voluntarily plunge myself
to wriggle &dance falling on the floor for the pitch and rhythm..
Deep down i perceive strange feelings,
Assuming to be connected with these magical spirits.
Goes on this rhythmic cavort..
as I dwell and sway in the hallucinations untill dawn..
I would call this to be supramundane..
which exquisitely flourishes in my daily nights.
31-5-2020
~DEEPA~
Third place in the Contest.
Note: Spirit animal poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart.
I have stared death in the face
with its huge gaping jaws
most of my life
i have evaded those paws
My families crazy made up scheme
of overdramatizing my diagnosis
made my life a paralysing psychosis
I freed myself from that drek by compartmentalizing me
but it meant I never really could connect how I felt about anything
I also really had to relax to remember history
because you see I remember everything , the stories, the words, the complete scene you see
My life is a movie that plays in my head
It rolls out when I let it in complete detail instead
and its vivid and in color with all the emotion of the time
and many of the scenes were not the sublime
I lived through treachery and hate, and physical abuse
and psychological torture by those of who I was of use
so I buried how I felt to survive all that pain
and ignored it all to not become insane
Sixteen years ago, I had an epiphany
I was not sick with a fatal disease the diagnosis was freed
and I examined my mothers treatment of me as a consequence
with horror I realized what had happened instead
All of that I had buried and survived was abuse
the trappings of mental illness of a parent in my youth
and it affected everything about me, my ability to be
right down to my expression and depth of feeling you see
I freed myself, I did, it took years of therapy
and I am in EMDR now to get rid of the last bits
It's been effective because as you see I can now create
and I am using the experience to share my story of late
I became the Bard, because I was outside of my life
a casual observer to all of the strife
I could not feel anything in real time you see
and that pair bonding thing was a big mystery.
And you can relate...
And I am now a poet, lyricist and soon to be author.
(C) Artimus - Susan Manley 4:35 PM 8-4-2024