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Asominate May 2020
Guilty

I point
And three fingers
Pointing back at me

Memories
Not forgotten
Even though I plea

The knives,
They are calling
Yet I still don't bleed

No point in my destruction
Since I cannot feed them

Sharp blades
Evade
My self destruction

Afraid
To pay
For loss of function

Every
New day
Is a new problem

Cut me off
(Save me!)

I'm coming out
I'm caving in
Tell me do you like me now
Let me begin

By burning all the cradles
Uninstall the training wheels
Enstrangement's just a label
And I don't give feels

(I cut me off
I shut you out
I'm caving in
Do you like me now?

Not good enough
I've never been
Disconnection
I'm the alien)
đź‘˝ nation.
Hamies Mar 2020
sometimes the whole world stops for lightseconds
and the air becomes stifling and it gets hard to breathe
i start suffocating
for a very long time i believed that all people perceive the world like that
that every one sometimes feels like drowning in the ocean
even when they are just standing in rain
that all sometimes feel too weak to swim against the current
but i guess i was wrong
just me is that kind of weak
& i don't really suffocate
i am just being delusional in a world i cannot escape from
help me
George Grenfell Feb 2020
There's romance in my delusions,
Madness by candle light.

Salsa dancing with confusion,
Seducing the night.
Based on an emotional experience I had recently on lsd, and also including a quote from speed levitch in the movie waking life
Anthony Feng Nov 2019
Locked me in a cage?
Yes but here’s the key, take it.

        Covered my mouth?
Okay yes  but your hands are free
here’s a mic for you, if you need it.

     Tied my hands and feet together?
alright but here’s the box cutter for you.

         Where am i?

you have a gps on your phone.

  â€ť unknown destination “

Wait ! but whose’s phone is this?

it’s yours

No it isn’t !
how did i get here?

What do you mean ? you’re at home.

no ? we’re near a cliff ?
and why am i dressed like this?
****!
where are we now?

you’re at a courtroom,
       you’ve been put on trial.

for wha-?

NOW STAND UP AND TAKE THE OATH.

I , tony , swear that the evidence
that i shall give, shall be the truth,
the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help me , god.

Is this you? did you do this?
who are you trying to be?
you are living off a lie

Yes- no ! wait!
This isn’t m-!

BANG BANG BANG!
SILENCE ! ORDER ! ORDER!_
Okay Anthony , that’s enough from you.

Juries , do you have a verdict?
Yes, judge.

what’s your verdict?

The charges against the defendant , Anthony.
We find the defendant , guilty!

no ! THIS IS SOME KIND OF JOKE!

GUARDS! TAKE HIM AWAY !
I hereby sentence Anthony to life!

*CASED CLOSED
I’ve always felt out of place and never fit in, in any crowd.
Creator Sun Sep 2019
Do you see the boy?
Skipping and jumping under the sky?
Laughing like he has no fear in the world.
Holding hands with air.

Do you notice the way he moves?
The way his feet jerks and grooves?
Moving so unnaturally,
Laughing like there's no end in things.

Lovely schizophrenia, isn't it?
The way it came from his mother?
The way he cares for someone else
Suffering from the same mental illness.

Delusions, fabrications, dreams that is unreal.
the way that he perceives the world makes me really feel.
Uncomfortable, yet I don't think that he asked me to feel
Pity for his condition.

Laugh of a thousand children,
Asking for a better future,
Those ones that seek the asylum,
And look forward for capture.
Public opinion on mental illness is changing, but is it for the better?
Creator Sun Sep 2019
I don't believe that someone can be 100% honest.
Why?
Because everything you know, do, believe in, understand...
Are all lies.

Lies.
All of them are lies.
Yet we live in a world, content with these
beautiful yet misleading lies.

Why are our smiles so fake?
Why are our hearts so empty?
Why are our laughs so forced?
I'll tell you why; we're just pretending to be happy.

Everything is just a fabrication of your mind.
They are as endless as time.
But why? WHY?
Why do we still believe them?

Because there is nothing such as the truth.
There are only lies, white lies, more lies.
Everything you know and believe ARE LIES!

Religion? It's a LIE!
Atheism? Such a big lie!
Humanity is BUILT to be lied to,
to have something to believe in.

But still, everything you know is wrong.
Everything you do is wrong
Everything is faked, staged, fabricated, wrong!
Everything is a LIE!

So why do we delude ourselves?
Why do we exaggerate every little tiny thing?

It is because that is what we are genetically programmed to DO.
It is our sense of REALITY.
We have no other CHOICE.
Or do we?

Airplanes used to be a lie.
Racial harmony used to be a fleeting dream.
Woman rights used to be unheard of.
So are all lies hurtful?

No.
Not all of them.
We barely have a future worth believing in.
That's why lies are so important to our society.

We LIVE by them.
We need them to SURVIVE.
EVOLVE. ADAPT. OVERCOME.
It is in our code.

But yet we lie for every single little thing.
Do we need it?

YES. Absolutely.
It is in our programing.

Lies progress humanity.
It is our judicial system.
I'm high on classic coke, don't mind me giving my literature teacher an existential crisis of a poem. Yeah, it depends if she decides to check this out with the handwritten link on a card. If so, Happy Teacher's Day Ms Choo, I hope that you enjoy some other poems of mine. In this poem, I went with an experimental style of regular stanzas but irregular rhythm and repetition. This sounded better in my mind, but I guess it took too long for me to get back home and to type this out on my laptop, so here is a humble approximation of a psychological study. Also, this poem might cause some people to be offended, so please approach with caution.
Sanidhya Rai Aug 2019
What's worse?

Missing someone and
still not being able
to talk to them

Not because you
can't, but because
both are dangling
from a weak thread
A bit of more stress
to it would shred it
away

Maybe it's something
that I want - I'd
rather die once and
for all, and not die
a little every time I
contemplate things
in my mind..

But I can't have it
either, whilst all I
could do was put up
a charade - smile
and shut my mind
off.
Charlotte Ahern Jul 2019
if i think of you
does it mean that you’re thinking of me
or is my innocence pure ignorance
and denial of the truth
Julia Jun 2019
sometimes i'm trapped in my own mind
do i need help or am i alright
with falling apart and breaking my bones
is there a person in this world who actually knows?
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