Ptsd Poems

Taking A Break From Reality

Don't feel offended
if I come across as flat,
It'll be cause I'll rather
dream than be alive,
I love the fan on full force
as under my sheets,
I have to double wrap
for any comfort,
& its easier to sleep
while freezing.

My dreams to me,
are where,
I need to be.
There's another
universe
I so much desire.
My dreams
without
the nightmares
are constant
reminders.
Flat-ness
of sitting
up for hours
is no life.
May as

PTSD

 Piano treads secret doors,
unlike stubborn antique drawals,
once we open which was closed,
disrupts dust & cobwebs composed.
I don't need a harpoon sinking in
when my heart and liver's a rage
of alcohol and feel good haze
better than a chill with blankets,
Another day of no motivation.
Lost in a time I had sleeping in
and would never leave for 3

PANIC DISORDER ANXIETY DISORDER PTSD NARCOLEPSY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY AND ME

MY DIAGNOSISS 1999 ON A GOVERMENT AIRFORCE BASE DEFENSE COMMISARY AGENCY DECA MY PLACE OF EMPLOYMENT IT WAS SO WEIRD I MEAN I WORKED AT BASE EXCHANGE 1997 I RELOCATED BACK TO GREATLAKES NAVY BASE 1998 AFTER THE HOMELESS MAN WAS FOUND BURNED ALIVE I FEARED GARGANO WOULD HARM US SO 1999 I GOT ORDERS

My PTSD

My PTSD is here within me. Tries to control my mind. Tries to dictate what I find.

My PTSD lives here with me. Can control some actions and thoughts. Bilateral movements ground my defence to its calls. 

My PTSD creates vivid memories which lock me into dark spaces alone. I have to act when the triggers

Potholes In My Heart

The scent of wet Earth rises a ghost
from beneath the lavish bungalow.
and above the high-end ceilings
and chandeliers which never flicker.

Nostalgia trickles down like sweat
Glimpses of plastic buckets
catching rain and our salty tears
flood the eyes.

Flashbacks strike like lightning
remembering the only toy-
an abandoned kite I tried to fly in rain
dampens my spirit.

Loud wails roar like thunder
hearing the

PTSD FAMILY 101 AIRBORNE SREAMING EAGLES LANDS 2337 MONROE FRED HAMPTONS BREAKFAST PROGRAM 1969

THE SHEER FINDINGS OF A FAMILY SUFFERING WITH MENTAL ILLNESS YOU TRY AND FOCUS MOSTKY ON YOUR TRIGGERS FIR ME ITS WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM JUNK SICK COPS SELLING DRUGS WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND TODAY MY.MILITARY FAMILY CONTINUES TO COPE PTSD ON JOHN MCCAIN LEVEL ONE OF

My Nightmare

I remember the night he tore me from light,
From the home of a friend to the jaws of the night.
A grip like a vice, no mercy, no grace, 
My head in a whirl, blood drained from my face.

He cursed as he dragged me by handfuls of hair,
Shoved me toward steel with a murderous glare.
He swore

Sunset Sunrise

The sun closes her eyes, and I must close mine, this time,
but my breaking blood-brain barrier bids otherwise.
Another long night bodes foreboding in this light.
Forbidden thoughts seep deep from blood to brain.
I must fight, again, another tormenting night.
Earth's most frightening repetitive 
cycle 
plays on repeat as I try to cycle through
my backups to no avail,

PTSD Mode

No relaxation
Must keep my distance from you
I see flashbacks of your face
You don't have me trapped
Your comments I will ignore
I'm safe from your delusions

PTSD WOUNDED WARRIOR

THE CLEAR NOTION OF WHAT WE BELIEVE WHAT IS REAL WHAT IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU WHAT BECKONS YOUR THOUGHT YOUR ABILITY TO COME PANIC ATTACKS AND FEAR TO BE BOTTLED UP IN A MENTAL PRESSURE COOKER THE TIMER TICKING YOUR RECEPTORS ARE WAY OFF PACING PACING POINTING CRYING CONTIPLATING SUICIDE WHEN THE DARK

Dear Sir Dear Ma’am

Dear sir dear ma’am 
Your poem was really like spam
From a heart drowning or dammed 
It left me concerned about you I am

Reading your lines of darkness 
Make me wanna give you a kiss
And release you from the abyss
Save you from fire and mindlessness 

Forgive me for overstepping 
For always trying, for helping
Maybe even thinking

PTSD SEVERE MENTAL HEALTH CRISIS

I SAT HERE IN CRISIS HEARING MY FETUS HEARTBEAT SEVERE EMOTIONAL MENTAL ILLNESS BREATHLESS PANTING SEVERE DEPRESSIVE DISORDER ANXIETY DISORDER PANIC DISORDER FINALLY STAYING FOCUSED ON MY HEART IRREGULAR HEART BEATS FUNNY BEING I WORE WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM JUNK SICK COPS TODAY AND EVERYDAY I STILL HEAR MY

PTSD

PTSD

massive explosion
fireball lights up the dark sky
screams for the medic
cries for mother
torn bodies lying at my feet
snap and pop of burning ammo assaults my ears
smell of burnt flesh fresh in my nose
I am frozen in place, I can’t help anyone,
my mouth moves but I can’t speak
I alone am left alive.

I awake in my bed, trembling

PTSD

Here I lie in wait,
for the enemy at the gate,
it's not like they haven't been here before,
carrying their AK74,
Isis or cartel they're all bad,
what they've done haunts me till I'm sad,
every shadow's move catches my eye,
this may be the night my enemies die,
even at night my pistol sights glow,
it becomes so quiet I hear my

Valhalla's Call

He walks alone, a shadow cast  
By memories too fierce to last,  
A warrior once, now lost, betrayed—  
By time, by fate, by war's parade.  
His brothers, bold, now rest below,  
Their blood, their courage, still they glow,  
In Valhalla’s hall, where feast and song  
Echo the names

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