There was a time
Long ago
when I wrote poetry
just to see my grandmother smile
There was a time
Long ago
when I wrote poetry
just to see my grandmother smile
My moods
Are so messed up
That sometimes I think
I’m possessed
There is a ringing in my head
It’s like I’m only normal
when I’m asleep
Letting loose
everything on people
like I did yesterday
when my ego
isn’t filtering things for me –
Making me ignore things
or telling myself lies –
leaves me feeling
acute embarrassment
If I can control this
and meditate while I’m in this state
I think I can grow
As a person
but what am I growing into
and why?
someone able to understand things better, maybe?
but that’s not going to change my state of affairs
I take refuge in spirituality
making an unseen world real
perhaps to give myself purpose?
is it really a lie that I’m seeing
are my thoughts a ruse?
a defence mechanism
to make me think that life is worth something?
and so I start my Sunday
๐ค๐คฏ๐ตโ๐ซ
Part of me is thinking, I should just write made up stories about fictional characters
can’t sleep
last one
Why am I so sure?
why am I
living in the hope that
a doctor will ‘fix’ me
On Monday
and
Why am I
trying to reassure
the world?
the need to fit in once more?
the need to put people at ease?
I hate to be a worry
Even to people I’ve never seen?
I’m scared they’ll go away?
The last one really bothers me
this is the internet
and we are all strangers
…
maybe it is because
we are poets
…
Confessional poetry
can be dangerous
but it can also bring peace
…
now I’m going to shut my eyes
and dream of nothingness
I know I’m petty
That’s just the way I’m wired
I try to make myself aware
And stop it from happening
But I’m not always in control
I asked her to visit –
The apparition who brought chaos
In small dosages –
As I was growing sick from boredom
And then she really came
I’m not blaming her for this
It’s too early to tell yet
If this will help me grow
Or destroy my will
Am I now looking for someone to blame?
I can only blame myself
It feels like I’m breaking in a horse now
I’m on it, and I don’t want to get thrown off
It’s time to ride my panic
This will either lead to great change
Or miserable stagnation
A/N: Writing like this helps me figure things out, and figuring things out helps me stay calm. I do not like the idea of flooding my subscribers with posts every hour. It makes me feel uncomfortable. Which is why I warned you all earlier. Also, things might get a little crazy. One can never tell when they’re going to have a breakdown. It happened once before. I am not at risk of harming myself or others, and I got an appointment with my doctor… online consultation, but these things don’t need to be handled face-to-face.
I know that I was already in a weird mood before this. I could see this coming. Didn’t think it would be so severe. Today it felt like I’d been hit by a truck, coming out of nowhere. I was happy in the morning, and then *crash* in the afternoon. It’s so strange. I can still tell jokes and feel cheerful( like find things funny and stuff like that). Someone even made me smile, but I don’t think I could use a smiley emoji without feeling like a hypocrite. I really think that that apparition of controlled chaos is real, and not just a manifestation of my mind. Delusion? I admit the possibility. It is hard to determine what to trust. I just think there’s something more to her… She felt so real last night.
I’m going to try and meditate, and then sleep. Take care! And thank you for listening.
Perception expands
After my fingertip
brushes open an old poem,
‘Back to Hell’
i can: see the cycle now
look at my emotions on a higher level.
I should feel better
but the tears still fall
Accident and Coincidence
Were once my designated drivers
taking turns
But this time, there is Kindness and Love
Sitting up front
I have so many reasons
To feel better
I am lucky
but the tears still fall
This night is not as dark as it seemed
Even through closed eyes
A part of me whispers
A/N: I should really stop looking at my phone, but it’s hard to put it down these days. I don’t know when it started getting like this. I will be seeing the psychiatrist on Monday… My panic attack isn’t so bad any more.
I cn feel panic setting in
my palms have been sweating all day
my head hurts
my vision, my balance, my every breath:
Unsteady
I am not angry
just scared
But I don’t want to bore you
or bury you
In my unceasing bytes
of electronic communication
don’t worry
I won’t blame you
my mind
is still somewhat reasonable
i hope it stays that way
i don’t care any more
don’t care if i hit the floor
without a single mourner
i just want all this
turmoil, paranoia, pain, confusion
isolation, sadness
To stop
i just want my head
to stop spinning
around a massive black hole
that’s playing with its prey
A/N:
I shouldn’t be feeling like this
i don’t know why these thoughts have entered my head
am I exaggerating, or is my post script denial?
all I know is that I’m feeling like shyte right now
but I still have the energy and motivation to write
so it can’t be that bad
She read my poem today
For the first time.
I stopped thinking of her
as family a long time ago
though we were close
As children
someone sent her a link
didn’t think he’d do that
she sent me some encouraging words
don’t know why, but I thought she’d read another
it wasn’t about her, but had her name on it
A funny villanelle
she didn’t bother to read it
I don’t know why I ever
thought she was being sincere
If I wrote as well as she said
she’d have read another
Art: Mondo Grosso
i seem to have a knack
For making people feel like shit
Don’t know where I learned it
I need reprogramming
but can’t find the error
Should I
just shut up?
I feel better today
But a lot of people,
Online and offline,
Are feeling very depressed
My entire household
can’t sleep because of something
I want to give all of you succor
Comfort
Warmth
I want to make you laugh:
A nice laugh
But
I just don’t know how