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Ara Aug 2016
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Ive let myself slip
Living in this asylum
Im losing my mind over myself

Caretakers
Accuse themselves of being careful
All i could hope for as they held
My heart in their hands
But nailclippers are not allowed here

Of course I know im insane
Becuase those caretakers
And anxiety
Are the same
Intoxication is transitory in its nature
Real love lasts for all times to come
Love is a continuous sacrifice on altar
My love in curly hair I need asylum

My love is based on the mutual trust
It blooms more in in blooming spring
My love your beauty is need in earnest
Let love take in beauty a real string

I have no one less in my life but you
Take my love with sincerity of heart
We will encounter all thru and thru
We will meet but never ever to depart

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
In so many ways
i was counting on you
Like the last draw of a card,
i needed you to be the one
But,
As all things do
You passed on,
Your love went from me to the next
And you
Just left me to be forgotten.
I
Was counting on you
To be the one to end my loneliness.
And
For a short time you did.
But as all things do,
You passed on.
You went away,
Down the rabbit hole
To continue to feed your lustful nature.
You used to love on me.
you were a fire *******
But as all things do,
Yes
Yes
As all things do
You passed on.
I wasnt insane
Im not
Really!
Dont argue!!!!
Stop!
These voices
They tell me
As all things do,
You passed on.
Damian Murphy Aug 2016
Please God never let the day come
When I need to seek asylum,
That my home I should have to flee,
That I become a refugee.

For there are many, not just some
Places I would not be welcome.
The number of which seems to grow,
Soon there will be nowhere to go.

Should you make me a refugee
Pray God not in vain let it be.
Let it teach all humanity,
Compassion, mercy, empathy.
Eloi Jul 2016
Am I crazy?
I see people, who aren't really there.
They talk to me, whispering things in my ear.

Shhh,
Don't tell anyone.
They'll lock you back up,
No discretion, but you just have bad luck.

They tell me I'm psychotic,
And dose me up on meds,
To make me feel "sane" again,
Their lies I will be fed.

But I've been there before, I've seen the road and I've been through the doors,
Seconds feel like years when you're in an asylum,
Your heart they will pour.

Don't call me schizophrenic,
Because I swear that I'm not,
I know the people that I see,
Were  once alive like me.
Eloi Jun 2016
There is a place on the edge of town,
It's small, it's dark, it will bring you down.
People go there when the clock strikes twelve,
Never again will you see them alive.

It is an old hospital,
For the asylum seekers,
Abandoned and neglected
Just like the reapers,

People will tell you of the screams that can be heard,
From all of the patients that died here.
You will want to run,
But the walls will close,
Keeping you there,
In the asylums doors,

But don't be scared, and don't be alarmed,
You've joined the group,
Of mentally harmed.
Thoughts on the hospital I was permitted to when I was ill.
From formative years
To adulthood serfs-baited
Servants ill-treated
From their means
Of existence alienated,
It is with hatred
From- serfdom- of- every-kind
-the- newly -unshackled heads'
Formatted!

Though their much-lamented land
Has come back to their hand
Tardy,their mind proves not free,
That is why they engage
In a killing spree!
Worse still death to all, allies
Inclusive,they decree!

Although it sounds funny
They pay back gal
For received honey!

Also to cultural norms
And religious ideals blind,
Atavistic they slay
A woman and a child
In a way that is wild.

Oblivious for 9-months
They had a lodging
In a mother's womb
They want to blast it
With a bomb!
They want to shove in it
A spherical thorny wood
As far as they could.

Alive,they grill a man,
For idle or unskilled what
They can't do, he can!

In the name of God
Or religious sects,
Replete at this
Satan-released age,
They behead a man
Made in God's image!///
To Ethiopians that passed through such ordeal at different parts of the world and at its boarders, though hospitable Ethiopia has played a glaring role for the independence and freedom of enumerable countries!
Rochelle Roberts Apr 2016
I'm stuck in this room
Trapped by the decaying white walls
That I scrape away at,
Mindlessly, as I shift
From medicated dreams to
Manic insomnia.
I thought the last thing I said to you was
Don't leave me here.

My eyes bleed
As I try to remove the demons
Infesting me,
Creeping through my lashes
Into my irises.
The droplets stain the walls,
Fingerprinting my frenzied panic,
Echoing the last thing I said to you.
Why did you leave me here?

The air is intoxicating,
Shifting from breathlessness to weightlessness.
I'm sure they poison me here.
And you, the fallen angel of my thoughts,
You fiendish whisperer,
You have felt my fear,
Witnessed its brutality
In its shifting manifestations,
But still you left me here.
This poem was inspired by artwork by Tracey Emin of the same name.
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