Gorging upon self-indulgence
while your soul lies starving in the corner
Dissociatively liberated from consequence
as the host endures accountability
Psychotically clinging to a desirable fiction
(an accessible and depraved fantasy)
and basking in its soothing narratives
whenever the tangible becomes inconvenient
Dipping sporadically into a permeable
realm of artificial favorability
Detaching yourself from that which exists
to experience that which is merely theoretical
Categories:
psychotically, introspection, philosophy, psychological,
Form: Free verse
They say,
I am my illness.
They say,
I am
A maniac.
That I am psychotically psycho.
That isn’t true.
My voices say that they are liars.
They are out to get me.
They are out to make me look bad.
But I am smarter than them.
They can’t win the game I created.
I will be great.
My voices say so.
I am faithful to my fate.
I am normal; You can’t argue with my friends.
They say,
I am obsessed,
Possessed,
On a quest to be a pest.
My mind is colorful.
I am not my illness.
I’m different.
I am a maniac.
Categories:
psychotically, mental illness, psychological,
Form: Free verse
I wake up and feel the grogginess within my head body and soul...I stubble around and slide into the next room and fall in a ball of body and now I'm falling over and over cause I'm General clover who has a mission to get past these psychotically medications that tear me apart into a state of resistance that does not complete me whatsoever and with all remarks on this subject I drool down my face, with saliva rubbing on my cheek.
I'm lost in the dream of today's reality and feel so sleepy and weak... why do they medicate my brain...I sleep suddenly without rest , just over medicated and in a black hole of depression from the chain around my feet and neck.
Please stop them from fermenting me in this war of my mind and interested in the place of peace and freedom, how can they do this to me? I'm groggy and innocent and I pray today will bring me to a case of allowing me to be free from all grogginess.
I will wake up soon to start my day as I drink my coffee and have a cigarette,
Good bye grogginess.
Categories:
psychotically, conflict, mental illness,
Form: I do not know?
Why is allowing your last breath
A form of sacrifice?
If Heaven is so god dang amazing
Then shoot me now
I'd rather not stay here
Somewhere I am overlooked each
And every minute
Forgotten
A place where forgiveness is never
Fully sincere
Dissatisfaction
Is much too regular here
You find your love and create a life
A baby, a home, a plan
And it all falls down
When you meet the other woman
This place where you screw others
Down below you
To get measley papers
That we psychotically grasp
Somewhere you can crash a child
And dump his lifeless body
For the world to find
Years later
A world I had grown fond of
Only through addictions
A world I had grown fond of
Only through short-lived lies
Someone notice me for once
And tell me all the good things
That stick around forever
'Cause I know I surely wont
Categories:
psychotically, introspection, life, philosophy, me,
Form: I do not know?