I am controlled
They take hold quick
conquering everything I am
emotional insanity
I’ve got to save myself.

I should be placed in a psychiatric ward
The thoughts in my head aren’t always so pleasant
Some may make you wish you forget it
My head is a ****** up place
But it’s the only place where I feel safe
The real world isn’t for someone like me
I belong in a special place
Where I can have a thought and then
Make people poison me with medicine so I don’t act on it

I should be placed in a psychiatric ward
The pain has become intolerable for my heart
This world os filled with people
Whose lips should be sewn with a needle
I am not soft
I am not weak
You words will hurt me and
Force me to become someone I do not want to be

I should be placed in a psychiatric ward
There are days when I think about ripping babies apart
My soul is tired and my heart is worn
Take me from this place for I am a disgrace
I don’t want to feel pain, I just want to breathe again
But this world is so full of sin so
**** it, I might as well drown in it

It can be amusing
to lose one’s mind.

You don’t catch at first
how it slipped out the backdoor.
But you notice something
is missing, and after a minute
you realize it’s at it again.

You go to the backdoor, chuckling,
and out the screen,
just before you see it
dash around the corner,
you call out,
“Hey *******!
I’ve found you before
and I’ll find you again!”

But then it’s gone,
and for at least awhile
it hides, with you left to seek.

Left with too many empty bottles.
Too many memories.
Too many guilty thoughts.
Too many fantasies.
And far too many sleeping pills,
with not enough sleep.

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by Aleksander Mielnikow | Alek the Poet

Shock
by Michael R. Burch

It was early in the morning, in the forming of my soul,
in the dawning of desire, with passion at first bloom,
with lightning splitting heaven to thunder's blasting roll
and a sense of welling fire and, perhaps, impending doom—

that I cried out through the tumult of the raging storm on high
for shelter from the chaos of the restless, driving rain . . .
and the voice I heard replying from a rift of bleeding sky
was mine, I'm sure, and, furthermore, was certainly insane.

Published by Penny Dreadful, The Eclectic Muse, Fullosia Press and Poetry Life & Times. Keywords/Tags: shock, nightmare, insanity, dream, dreams, storm, rain, lightning, thunder, rift, sky, red, bleeding, ******, voice

Rain on my bitter screams
I say you can never will these
Urges for power & love away.

Insanity exsists, in an individual and in humanity. You can get it rare,
medium, or well done. Right now, it seems humanity is ready to order.
Humanity most recently ordered WW I, WW II, The Korean War, The VietNam War, The Iraq Wars (Papa Bush and W), The Afghanistan War
(ditto), Syria, Yemen. ad nauseum. Insanity often results in killings, but
I would argue that it is self-induced, that had there been benevolent,
professional intervention, we could have prevented these mass muder-
fests. But hey, wars, especially big world wars, are money-makers,
and the money-makers are not the ones being killed. And then there are
variations on this theme:  catasphrophic climate change and the imminent
threat of nuclear holocaust. One can get carried away with this killing
stuff, you know. And, what would you like for desert?

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks

He finds himself in the back of his mind again looking at what could've been. The sins of his past and the demons of isolation scratching their mark on his back. He knows he will never truly leave his past, but instead of fighting back or ignoring the whispers in his ear, he accepts them. For He of all people knows that a sword of negative word loses it's edge when the target allows the blade to hit its mark. He curses not his past, but the Fates who have forged the path ahead of him. "**** YOU" he wants to shout at the ones who control the river of time but he knows that it is pointless and continues down his path of sorrow alone with nothing but his thoughts and the light of the moon to keep him company.