peacockbrain - Hello Poetry

peacockbrain

I'd like to stay anonymous. / Suffer from depression and extreme mood swings. / The only good thing that comes out of my "lows" are my creative thoughts and visualizations. I'd like to share some of my poems with others to see if anyone can relate or understand what I write, cause I know I'm not alone. I'm open to what others have to say so say what you feel! / Stay Inspired. :)

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White noise. The grey ants racing Across the TV screen. Dead, Meaningless. The boy stares for a time. Transfixed on the pixelated blur. Unaware there may be something On the other side of the horizontal snowfall. He misses his chance- Focusing instead on the external chaos.

Apr 19, 2012

Apr 19, 2012 at 10:09 PM UTC

STATIC

This fire, this fire right here. Can burn, can burn in the water. Don't try, Don't try to put it out. You'll yearn, You'll Yearn even harder.

Apr 14, 2012

Apr 14, 2012 at 3:10 PM UTC

Perma-Fire

This fire, this fire right here. Can burn, can burn in the water. Don't try, Don't try to put it out. You'll yearn, You'll Yearn even harder.

A box brings me comfort, Don't wanna break through. I'm so very content Not seeing anything new. You on the other side- Stop knocking at me. I will not come out, It's you who cannot see. I know every inch of this box Like the palm of my hand. I'm never thrown off guard, Everything goes as planned. <3

Apr 14, 2012

Apr 14, 2012 at 3:08 PM UTC

BoxLove

Shield glued to my hand, Armor burns into my skin. I have no control, I can never win.

Apr 14, 2012

Apr 14, 2012 at 3:06 PM UTC

Rigid Me

Shield glued to my hand, Armor burns into my skin. I have no control, I can never win.

Air out your BRAIN. Give it some time To catch its own breath. Gather it's MIND.

Apr 14, 2012

Apr 14, 2012 at 3:06 PM UTC

Free Yourself

Air out your BRAIN. Give it some time To catch its own breath. Gather it's MIND.

Happiness blocks the art. Is that selfish? Or just plain true? *Messed up minds have one of their own.* A delicate talent. So easy to lose hold of.

Apr 9, 2012

Apr 9, 2012 at 8:39 PM UTC

Messed Up Minds Have One of their Own

Happiness blocks the art. Is that selfish? Or just plain true? *Messed up minds have one of their own.* A delicate talent. So easy to lose hold of.

Brother don't leave me now, Come down this way with me. If you go out on your own You'll never return saf-ely.

Apr 9, 2012

Apr 9, 2012 at 8:37 PM UTC

LSD

Brother don't leave me now, Come down this way with me. If you go out on your own You'll never return saf-ely.

Gloomy forecast, Slick cheecks, Flooded Socks. Gonna be a wet one!