Simpering silly psycho Sally
Sashayed sassily down Seattle alley
Slimy slithering slugs scurried past
Silly Sally scanned scuttling insect sass
Sometimes I black out and hallucinate
I see things that aren’t there
I think I hear voices of angels
I operate in low vibrations and fear
I have PTSD from the military
And I dread the color red
My heart races in crowded spaces
And I can’t remember things I’ve said
I have episodes of insomnia
And long hospital stays
I see a therapist to talk about my problems
And then I go missing for days
Then all of a sudden, I’m normal again
And go years without incident
I become happy again
And live life like it’s meant
I go off my meds
I think I’m in the clear
Then out of the blue
I’m tormented by despair and fear
The blurred lines between reality and dreams disappear
I am late to work again
Because I’m paranoid and can’t sleep
The melatonin isn’t working
I think I’m being chased in my dreams
Here we go again in the psyche ward
And the treatment is twice as rough
The ebb and flow of mental illness
Takes a toll and enough is enough
Is Always Available, Though...
In Soooo Many Flavours...
Tee hee hee...
Try A Taste...
It's Always Yummier
Than What You
Were Originally
After.
Try The Sweet Ones.
Try To Study The Art
Of Tender Loving Care
When Unconditional.
I Mean, The Alternative
Is Ever-Present,
Like It Or Not.
I Hope You're Not
Toooo Mad.
-Gray Squirrel
10-18-2025
As the night drags the shadows from the day
It's time for me to toss and turn into dreamland
It's hazy here
It's snowing
And I'm up on a ledge
The river below says "If you're going to jump in,
it's sink or swim."
A dove flies by and circles and lands on my shoulder
flutters its wings and says
"Do you know what today is?"
"No" I reply
"It's Christmas Eve, Shhh! Listen!
Can you hear the bells pealing,
The violin cries
The melancholy saxophone, and
The carolers singing?"
Then without a sound, a mime dances up to me
Shoe's away the bird and without a word
does a miming of "Another Auld Lang Syne"
With sad face, and gestures of heartbreak
Then he hands me a letter
The letter reads:
"I want to be holding you, watching Christmas movies
on the couch, with snow falling outside
and the coziness of each other fireside
................love Julie
P.S. You know where to find me"
The whole idea of a ‘leisure class’
is not as distant as it seems
when students prep for life with courses
~ like ‘Meditation and Recurring Dreams’
I'm not normal.
This isn't a surprise,
but I'm really not *normal*.
I love crime shows,
I love reading dark romance,
I think about what if my life was a dark romance novel?
I know it's crazy.
I also know it'll never happen.
But that would be so...fun.
Having an S/O chase you through the woods,
stalk you every minute of every day,
be so possessive that they kill for you.
It's crazy to think about.
But I feel like it's become a want, now.
I know it'll never happen,
not in this lifetime.
But I can't help but think about it,
fantasize about it all the time.
I've become so obsessed with love,
that I've started thinking in two different ways of love.
The sweet, loving, wholesome side,
and then the unhinged, deranged, dark side.
I know I'm a psycho,
I know I've become a masochist.
But how insane can one get,
before it becomes too much?
Before society deems it unhealthy?
How far...am I able to go?
in his newly built spiritual psycho-anteroom
his reflection in the mirror swiftly changed
his grandmother appeared with a message
you will have other lifetimes
but I am your spirit guide in this one
straighten up my darling
this mystical magic was unforeseen
he watched her disappear into the mirror
knowing his life had forever changed
My Yin and my Yang are at odds with one another
I place the blame for my Oedipus Complex squarely on the shoulders of my mother
I cannot be held responsible for the mistakes I make each day
The flaws in my character are baked into my DNA.
Maslow's Hierarchy establishes priorities from which I cannot change
My interpretation of Rorschach's inkblots suggest I am deranged
I respond to certain stimuli much the same as Pavlov's dog
I hear voices from inside my head but cannot follow the dialogue.
Schrodinger's cat may be dead or alive, the same is true for my libido
Sigmund Frued would say that is because my Id is subservient to my Super-Ego
I am sorry but our time is up, according to the clock upon the wall
You integrated some of my personalities, but you did not get them all.
He was obsessed by a form of psychology in reverse
…when they said Pray
…he’d curse
He reaps what he sows
He despises everyone equally though
his supporters are fools, his own words
he said I can shoot one
and they will still love me
I am laughing hysterically as its true
His proclivities or resume as follows
Narcissist
Hater
Bully
Thief
Dictator
Anti democracy
Psycho
Abuser of women
Abuser of all
Racist
Convicted felon
Now every nut has a bandage on their ear
blind mice who are proud of being deaf too
Fools drinking the Kool-Aid
He reaps what he sows
1939 all over again
She is sweet but psycho:
demons in her mind run wild at night,
refusing to let her see beyond grey circles,
that left her spiraling in panic
through perpetual plagues of pain.
Oblivious to the sparkling stars
arrayed in a straight line,
her memory's attic is clogged
with bruised tears,
collected from gloomy
summer symphonies of fear,
that froze her will
to comprehend what’s real
when creative lies become truth.
Yet she rises from hellish nightmares:
like morning sun-birds,
unaware of all the maniac mantras
chanted through wicked midnight hours,
dressed in darkness
as a paranoid piranha,
deeply irritating sane eyes,
her mystifying aura was never
destined for weakened souls,
lost in her own
messed up splitting perceptions.
She still keeps her faith intact,
finding peace from being understood,
amidst the unhinged chaos carried
beneath her caramelized skin.
The Female American Psycho
?
A female figure, wicked, stories told.
Her horrid acts, a chilling repertoire,
Unveiling darkness, leaving scars unhealed.
With poisoned words, she weaves a web of lies,
Manipulating hearts, with empty cries.
Behind her charm, a heart as cold as ice,
Inflicting pain, her victims pay the price.
In crimson hues, her secrets lie concealed,
A trail of chaos left, wounds never healed.
Her laughter dances, masking cruel intent,
A sinister façade, so malevolent.
Yet midst the darkness, lessons we discern,
To guard our souls, with wisdom, we must learn.
Beware the mask that hides the wicked soul,
For evil can reside where women such as these do stroll.
Psycho pumpkins will always burn
although the glow sometimes blows out;
Flambeau filled with a thousand souls,
know ghosts have an eternal shout;
Maniac that wields an axe,
Jack O’ Lantern with orange lights;
Track of blood on carved memories,
flashback to dark October nights.
Police grabbed mahsa and forced her to sit in Police vehicle.Her brother tried to intervene but his arm was twisted behind his back.After he disentangled himself.
Morality Police told her brother that his sister would be released after one hour.
Then bother and sister were taken to the detention centre.They took mahsa in other room locked the door and gave her an injection to stop the heart.Amini's brother claims that he heard screams from inside.He was waiting outside when he was told that she went in coma.This is the same injection game which zafar supari killer plays to execute his critics in the name of Psycho Counselling.Cause Of death is chemical injection drug dose.Note.1.Drink.2.Drugs.3.Fire..GAME...
Madness and make-up!
What am I seeing?
Is that really a face?
A vision? Yes, one of those?
It's strange here in the shower.
What seemed to be a countenance looked in at me.
But was that a vision, merely a repeat -
a repeat of my madness?
Do I see a knife in that hand,
held by that figure,
a strange and frightening thing?
Am I about to fall, lose blood?
Chimeras can indeed be strange,
strangeness be a vision, vision a memory;
memories of faces
can dance within the brain.
Will a knife be plunged into my belly?
Shall I feel its sharp point?
Am I to fall and hit my head -
splash into my own blood?
(Sep 2022)
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