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Filomena Rocca Aug 2022
There are degrees of confinement,
And escape is not a crime.
But without a realignment,
I'm resigned to pantomime.
Psych ward poetry.
Set 3, poem 52.
Your face is my shame -- My shame is in your face
In every vibration emanating from your fragile neck

In every word from underneath your favorite pen
Each character sent by your adept fingers

Inside every careful footfall and each minute molecule of air
Shared inevitably in our proximity -- Inertia of past affinity

Every reminder of your unforgettable eyes
Your distinct frame grazing my field of view

Your presence is my guilt -- They cannot be split
As such I fear our only recourse is forgetful distance
Filomena Rocca Jul 2023
I wish things could've been different.
I wish I hadn't had my psychology turned inside out for others' convenience and personal religious convictions.
I wish I hadn't internalized those convictions and turned them against myself and others.
I wish the doubts that were planted in me didn't come back again and again like a destructive **** in the garden of my existence.
I wish I could convince myself once and for all that I'm allowed to just be.

But here I am. I might as well try.
Filomena Rocca Aug 2022
Fight Risk
Flight Risk

Sight Quick
Fright Quick

Spite Freak
Alight Freak

Height Peak
Insight Peak
Psych ward poetry.
Set 3, poem 22.
Filomena Rocca Dec 2020
Dear Mrs. Shade,
Unlike these flowers
Through days and hours
Your spirit's weight
Shall not abate
Nor shall your memory fade
Poem for an old childhood friend who has gone on.
Filomena Rocca May 2022
I
[4 letter word that you can use in various ways that are mostly positive]
You.

Please
[4 letter word that you can use in various ways that are mostly negative]
Me.

I
[4 letter word indicating notable extension in space or time]
For you.

Be
[4 letter word denoting truth, actuality, and authenticity]
For me.
Filomena Rocca Aug 2022
**** this.
**** that.
They gave me this.
I wanted that.

My words say this.
My face says that.
I guess it's bliss.
No wait, it's crap.
Psych ward poetry.
Set 3, poem 19.
Filomena Rocca Aug 2022
At risk of sounding heartless,
I say **** your favorite artist.

You can say you think they've changed,
Or you can say they're still the same,
But if it's clear that they campaign
Against my rights and freedoms,
And you won't disagree with them,

I'm willing to admit,
I do not give a ****.
Psych ward poetry.
Set 3, poem 32.
Filomena Rocca Nov 2020
The spirit of these long dead men
Be found to live in me again
And just the same when I am gone
Our spirit guide our children on
Meditation on ancestors.
"I" may be changed to"we" for group recitation.
"Men" is meant to encompass all humankind here.
Filomena Rocca Feb 2022
ouch! that hurts my heart
I guess you didn't mean it
sorry, nevermind.
A common thought process when I feel insulted.
I'm a *******
Saying so gets nothing done
Guess I'll save my breath
Happiness is real
Best enjoy it while you can
Till the darkness wins
In the midst of love
I'm reminded suddenly
I'm incapable
When does it all end?
How much hasn't started yet?
Wond'ring all the while
Psych Ward Poetry
Set 6, Poem 3
Found a glimpse of hope
Hidden inside all the hurt
Think I'll take a chance
Psych Ward Poetry
Set 6, Poem 4
For D. and L.
Filomena Rocca Nov 2018
waiting for someone
to come by and steal my heart
for the black market
Filomena Rocca Nov 2018
The meaning of life
Can we find it in our book?
lol i dunno man
written March 2018
Filomena Rocca May 2019
when he came to me
I couldn't see what he saw
I hope it's enough
Haven't written in a while I guess
Filomena Rocca Sep 2020
He abandoned me
I couldn't be what he'd want
Was never enough
Psych ward poetry #1
Filomena Rocca Oct 2020
see through hardened panes
watching nature's ebb and flow
inside out snow globe
Psych ward poetry #3
Filomena Rocca Oct 2020
living with kittens
naive, simple, and carefree
you can hear the mews
Psych ward poetry #6
Filomena Rocca Oct 2020
welcoming to cold
how quickly you change your face
cut right to the bone
Psych ward poetry #7
Filomena Rocca Oct 2020
anticipation
energy is mounting high
waiting for discharge
Psych ward poetry #8
Filomena Rocca Nov 2020
Here we go again
Man, this **** really ***** ***
They say I need it
Psych ward poetry #9. (Second set)
Filomena Rocca Jul 2023
Bound to the Earth
A wraith in poor disguise
A fountainhead of hurt
Erupting from the eyes

This waterfall of pain
Cascading all around
Creates a toxic stain
Where only death is found

I cast my gaze above
Toward the crystal spheres
That lofty land of love
Beyond my sea of tears

Out past the path of Mars
Where only angels fly
I long to meet the stars
Be buried in the sky
Psych Ward Poetry
Set 4, Poem 6
Filomena Rocca Apr 2022
I'm holding tightly to your hand
Before dissolving into sand

I always keep you in my mind
Before my memory goes blind

I linger in a tender kiss
I know full well I'll sorely miss

I love you-- Need to make it clear
Before the moments disappear
Filomena Rocca Aug 2022
The world is hollow
And I am just a guy
I find it hard to swallow,
But logic must apply

Without it, I am lost
There's no alternative
I wish I knew the cost
To live how I want to live
Psych ward poetry.
Set 3, poem 50.
Filomena Rocca May 2022
Cuddles are cute.
So are smooches and pecks
And hugs are a hoot
But I'm hungry for Chex™
This is the most ridiculous thing I have ever written.
I believe in my TV
But does TV believe in me?

If my mind is truly free,
Why is it I should believe
Any gosh **** thing I see?
Psych Ward Poetry
Set 6, Poem 9
Filomena Rocca May 2022
I don't know what to say.
This is horrible and terrifying.
To ***** out the hope and joy of so many children.
To criminalize the support of their wellbeing.

Death will come from this.
Children choosing death as they see their existence outlawed.
Supporters of such laws know what they are doing.

You know who you are.
Written in response to the criminalization of trans- related healthcare for minors in Alabama.
Filomena Rocca Nov 2018
Solitary creature in the Wilderness
Scared of even those of your own Kind
Staying out of reach of those too Curious
Singing out at night your haunting Cry

Is there some great secret that you Know about
Try to keep the mystery you Must
Deep and sacred knowledge you would Show about
If only there were someone you could Trust

  Can I tame them? Should I try?
  Do they know the reason why
  I Felt as though my heart could break
  All for a common rose's sake

when Someone seems Unique in all the World to me
the Reason is the Time spent making Ties
for Only with the Heart can one the Truth perceive
Essential things are Hidden from the Eyes

  Have they tamed me? Did they try?
  Have they shown me the reason why
  I Felt as though my heart could break
  All for a common rose's sake

I Looked for wisdom but I found a Friend instead
Companionship I know was meant to Be
but Even so, all good things must soon Reach an End
my Dearest friend I will no longer See

  They have tamed me, them have I
  and Now I know the reason why
  I Felt as though my heart would break
  For Naught,
but my very own special Rose's sake

-for the Fox
Inspired by The Little Prince.
Filomena Rocca Aug 2022
I'm tired.
But my bed is hard.

I'm hungry.
But my food is gross.

I'm lonely.
But my friends are scared.

I'm human.
It seems no-one cares.
Psych ward poetry.
Set 3, poem 18.
Filomena Rocca Aug 2022
Surrounded by infernal screams
I think this might be Hell
The tortured and the suffering
Around the wishing well
Psych ward poetry.
Set 3, poem 21.
Filomena Rocca Apr 2022
A rosebud stands rigid
Bedazzled by dew
The morning is frigid
But the Sun shines anew

Surrounding the flower
The rabbits all dance
Enjoying Earth's bounty
Of blossoms and plants
Second poem of a pair.
Filomena Rocca Oct 2020
What can I do
If my birthday suit
Is inside out and backwards?

What can I say
If every day
I'm forced to be an actor?

Why should I be
Where they'd rather see
Me hanging from a rafter?

How can I live
And just forgive
The ones who call me *******?

Am I preordained
To wear this chain
Keep living like a captor?

Where should I flee
If all I see
Is one endless tragic chapter?
Psych ward poetry #5
Internal journalist
Pitiful moralist
Brave declarations
Cleverly made

My words are a weapon
An army attacking
Myself - but my friendships
Are casualties laid
Psych Ward Poetry
Set 6, Poem 5
Filomena Rocca Mar 2023
I see the Moon.
A Goddess in the sky.
The night bird sings a sacred tune;
My foundling fancies fly.

I see a face.
As pale white vapors glide.
Behind her blanket radiance
The host of heaven hide.

I feel the wind.
I hear the waters flow.
If ever she her gaze rescind
Such certainties would slow.

The heavens turn,
And spin in spirals tossed.
If ever she her place did spurn
All balance would be lost.

She rules the night.
The Queen of her domains.
Yet when her face forsakes all sight,
This wanderer remains.

The dark expanse.
The Goddess blinks her eye.
Lamenting loss of luminance,
At times the stars may cry.

Her reign returns.
A sliver soon appears.
In reverence an ocean churns,
Erasing lonely tears.

I see the Moon.
My Goddess in the sky.
I wonder if the time is soon
That I could reach so high.
For a love undeserved.
Filomena Rocca May 2023
I want to help you.
I want to please you.
I want to love you.
I want to see you.

I want to touch your body.
I want to see your mind.
I want your precious company.
I want at least to try.

Desire will eat me up
Unless you show me sympathy
This fire is going to burn me up
Please set my spirit free.

I want you.
I want.
My want is selfish.
Let me die.
Filomena Rocca Aug 2022
I slept through mountains
I slept through seas
I slept through rivers
And forests of trees

I slept through my childhood
I slept through the night
If I sleep through the darkness
Will I sleep through the light?
Psych ward poetry.
Set 3, poem 12.
Filomena Rocca Aug 2022
I hope so.
I don't think so.

I wish for it.
I don't expect it.

I want it.
I'll never have it.

I work for it.
I won't achieve it.
Psych ward poetry.
Set 3, poem 24.
Filomena Rocca Oct 2020
I want to go home
I have no home
I'll find my home
Where the pines have grown
And sing alone
A lonesome tune
And sit on my throne
In the light of the Moon
Psych ward poetry #2
Filomena Rocca May 2024
ja kā o Kánóka? ja Kánóka o kā?
ja kei got ba fo nok za tu zon zak de ska?
i sai pen ni je ben ni je tet ni po zbu.
ju na lok ni no tok ni nãu qok ni de tsu.

ju no vol ni so dol ni qo don de so klu.
je qeu tet ni põ fet ni e sol ze e plu.
juja kā nia Kánóka ki vei ni sai blu?
i zon go deu sat qe deu lup qe deu dqu.

Where is Paradise? And Paradise is where?
Can you stand in the land where all colors are fair?
I wonder, I wander, I try to discover,
But I guess I am less than untouchable other.

But I don't like complaining all day without fail,
So I try to enjoy both the head and the tail.
So then, where is my Paradise that I find so fair?
With love, and with friendship and help. It is there.
Original poem in Xextan, translated into English.
Filomena Rocca Aug 2022
I dress in brand new rags.
This rag dress brand is new.
Such clothes are meant for hags,
But I haggled closed a few.
Psych ward poetry.
Set 3, poem 45.
Filomena Rocca Aug 2022
I recognize my ignorance,
Which means that I don't know.
But I also keep up vigilance
When knowledge is bestowed.

It may be an annoyance,
To learn what was unknown,
But also should be joyous
To see how much you've grown.
Psych ward poetry.
Set 3, poem 35.
Filomena Rocca Dec 2023
i qik o lun
je flu o kon
ju na ni dun
põ gip e bon

i qat ni sek
so nau po kal
ju txexnexek
po wu no zal
Planets spin. And air flows. But now I know that good things are destroyed.
I remain safe only during warmth. But oh! How quickly absence comes.
A lamentable lyricist
Loving and kind
Met a hopeless empiricist
Stuck in his mind

He spoke to the other
In jargon and jokes
His wit and his humor
Gave comfort like cloaks

The other liked listening
And lovingly laughed
While quietly wishing
The moment would last

In just one more moment
The truth was revealed
And the mask of the joker
No longer concealed

Below his performance
Its surface so sweet
Was a primitive poison
Disguised with deceit

The other had eaten
Enough of that brew
And seeing its evil
She knew what to do

---

The fate of the villain
Is yet to be seen
His spirit is willing
But his soul is unclean
Filomena Rocca Mar 2023
sijelo li wile lape.
wile ante lon lawa taso.
pilin mi li kala nasa.
kala ni li wile waso.

Most of me just wants to sleep
Just my head is still awake
My heart is like a silly fish
A fish that wants to fly
Filomena Rocca Nov 2023
bisli nazbi
.i je cisma ckaji
fa le cadzu be le klaji
vi lo nalterganzu jmaji

.i je jamfu sruri
fa re mapra sai tupcutci
.i le ni gleki kei cu dunli
le ni glare kufra ru'i

.i tolxendo catlu
fa lo drata vi le dargu
.i je ku'i xanka claxu
.i lo ka virnu cu ca calku

.i je cadzu ranji
.i na jundi ro le xladji
.i je sanga da noi ralci
gi'e pensi le se lacri

.i lo pendo .e lo prami
lo ka sidju kei cu traji
.i na nitcu lo nu lanli
lo se jinvi be lo xlali

.i je bisli nazbi
.i je cisma ckaji
fa le cadzu be le klaji
vi lo nalterganzu jmaji
Filomena Rocca Aug 2022
I rather like this one, it seems
It's not what I had thought.
And though it's nothing like my dreams,
I like it quite a lot.
Psych ward poetry.
Set 3, poem 37.
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