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Psychotically Poems - Poems about Psychotically


Premium Member On the Threshold of Depravities' Door
... I objestigate between arabesques and sleep, fugaciously spasmodic in fluxes and leaps. I'm indifferent to the misanthropic mocking, that welltering inflection that I call plockingism......

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Categories: psychotically, word play,
Form: Vogon Poetry
Self Destructive Self-Defense Mechanism
...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 ficti......

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Categories: psychotically, introspection, philosophy, psychological,
Form: Free verse



Mania
...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......

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Categories: psychotically, mental illness, psychological,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member More Than One Kind of Crazy
...Occasionally we should expose the wackier lobe of the brain in order to better appreciate the more sensible side of the mind. ~THIS is one of those times... I capriole betwee......

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Categories: psychotically, silly,
Form: Free verse
Groggy
...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 cl......

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Categories: psychotically, conflict, mental illness,
Form: I do not know?



Convince Me
...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 ......

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Categories: psychotically, introspection, life, philosophy, me,
Form: I do not know?
The Lovers Fate-Tale
...Words unbroken but on edge are afloat on the water like a creature undead. Corpses smoke clover and when they spark, it's like old times again. My friend, where have you been? Hell isn't so tough......

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Categories: psychotically, loss, lost love, love,
Form: I do not know?

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