Mental Poems - Poems about Mental

Not sure when it started at 6 staying out of a brutally violent household taking to the unforgiving streets. The streets became my teacher and family albeit dangerous life lessons learned from a merciless source. Spiritual and corporal sorrow from father’s beatings, his cruel degradation too much to bear, as everyone stood by watching me bleed. At 13, befriending teens from troubled homes,...

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I. THE WANDERING I was born with a life that bled— a seafloor womb dragging tides of fern and marigold char The priests brought saffron and fear crowning me with diagnosis They said: She is too empty They said: Fill her with figs with seed with stillness They said: Her belly speaks too loud Mute her O Plato old patriarch of phantoms my body was no beast— just prophecy you never learned...

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I lace my shoes as morning breaks, The hush of dawn, the route I take. With every step, the world fades out , the sunrise is motivating, no room for doubt. The rhythm builds, my breath in sync, Pacing Past sleeping streets ,and my skin flushes pink. My thoughts untangle, calm and clear, Each footfalll is bliss , my heartbeat...

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The world drones on, beyond this lacquered, amber membrane I recline within the waxen chambers— a sovereign of nectar enthroned in illusion Muffled voices leak through resin walls distorted—like speech submerged in molasses: “Gone… her mind distills itself… hallucinations… delusional constructs…” I attempt to see— but the hum begins, low as a beast dreaming in its burrow. My votaries rise, spilling gold into my gaze Sweet venom varnishes my...

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Always concerned with mental strain Anxiously hiding it to numb the pain Not quite living more like a mode However life will always prod and goad Dragging you out from behind your cloak Whether or not you’re positioned to cope Dropping the ball is nearly a certainty When every minute is a storm at sea Difficult to...

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This is a problem growing in direct proportion To the papers that we face very soon In everyone’s speech a pronounced distortion And half the class sleepwalking at noon I’m here chiefly to bring to your attention You may soon not understand us Because I for one, others by extension Shall be speaking nothing but Physics because James is moving about too excited Gerald...

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There once was a man who loved guns With women he hit no home runs He'd whip out his round And shoot it outbound While wishing to target their buns...

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There’s this voice that echoes inside of me,in the pit of my soul He has long sharp nails, with which he tears down the walls of my heart,peice by piece Every time my foot steps on the grass, greener than the day before He pulls me down into the Earth And I am submerged into the sea Filled with...

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Alcohol to numb the pains. Cigarettes to taste something other than hate. Sex to escape the constant loud voices in my head. Makeup to hide the broken girl inside. So put together, so stylish, so grown up and mature. Little did they know that girl was always manic, depressed, and anxious....

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To keep my words from falling apart, I need the blood that leaves my heart. I chose to stay and face the pain, so it won’t feel so strange again. I wrote the will to still remain, to give my empty words a name. I gave my body, left it bare— was that enough to make them care? I closed my throat, I...

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The wheels of the chaotic times churn for them the sands of crushed dreams in the desert of desiccated life, settling frenzied on the unstratified fragile structure of the disorganized dunes of desolate existence. The sequestered moments of distressed awareness, drift the dust of disarray to the foyer of failed being. The truth of trustful conviction...

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They say you never leave the house. It’s a ghostly feeling by the tv. When you live somewhere and hate it for no reason? Remembering again and deflating. And you’re getting cereal again. And you’re getting things from places all the time. Whirling. They say you never leave the house. That’s all it is. They say...

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1st Corn 15:4 according to the Scriptures. All of my battles and yours as well really do originate in our minds 'cause our minds are the windows to the world.' As we think, therefore, we become. All of our sins, first originate in our minds prior to actually being fulfilled in our various earthly lusts....

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The scientists of today think deeply instead of clearly. One must be sane to think clearly, but one can think deeply and be quite insane. ~ Nikola Tesla nights are dark and long and those who come only to wheedle me into eating, or drinking, or brushing my hair coddle and coo yet bear knife and needle to prepare my mind...

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We met where souls go to whisper— in the quiet halls of the Children’s Campus, Melbourne sun kissing the windows, and sorrow folding into silence. I was just a patient, a tangle of thoughts, a shadow of myself. She— she was the light. Holding a broken child like she held the sky— soft hands, steady heart. Compassion wasn’t a word in her— it was a presence. I never spoke...

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