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Amy Perry Mar 2021
I’ve never felt
More luxurious
Than when
I was on a newly
Prescribed drug
With a total body high,
Coming down from mania,
Still exuberant,
But in a private space,
In my bathroom
In the ward,
In a bathtub
That does not fill up.
So I put on the shower
And I let the water hit my skin
And I took bite after bite
Of crisp and juicy apple slices.
I was at the mental hospital
Marilyn Monroe stayed in.
I imagined her here in the same bath
Also feeling luxurious and all sorts
Of ****** up like me.
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kier Mar 2021
My dear, I wish I could speak my mind.
I would write in an eloquent letter and end the words with hearts
Saying that the distance between us will not tear us apart
But how do I tell you that and make those promises?
When I'm suffocating with such deep misunderstanding..

I pick up the letter and smudge the ink
Tear apart the sentences and cross out the hearts
I love you, I love you, but I'm sure you love me not at all.
How do I feel, what do I do? I'm tired when I endlessly think of you.
And the paper cuts mock me.
I give up before it drives me to insanity.
And I will sleep, perhaps for all of eternity.
Emma Pratt Feb 2021
i frequently
weep in silence -
for those i treat well

are the ones who most of all
seek yet to harm me
and label me crazy

because of this
i am lost
and confused

and you,
     i want
               you to suffer
the insanity -

in myself i am aware of this

but the one i call ‘you’ is simply
                  myself
    and i find that i
          am the cause
                 of my
insanity
inspired by the fragments of Sappho
Thomas W Case Feb 2021
Let's all go
to Damnation Island.
Let's all go to
the lunatic's ball.
We'll  have
amusements, and
dancing, and the
magic lantern.
The stupefaction
is for us all.

The poor will
be there,
hungry
and tired.
The poor will
be there,
dresses in rags.
We'll all have fun
on  Damnation Island.
The degradation is
for us all.

The criminals
are on
Damnation Island.
They're dancing and
killing at the
lunatic's ball.
The criminals love
Damnation Island.
The mortification is
for us all.

If you go to
Damnation Island,
if you dance at
the lunatics ball,
you might stay on
Damnation Island,
there's a good chance
you'll sell
your soul
Carlo C Gomez Jan 2021
The raging quiet
The innocent curiosity
of touching the red queen
Dreaming of her *******
and their youthful color
Turning greeting cards
into ransom notes
Bridal showers
into bloodbaths

Tell me, my dear?
Tell me, my mother?
Are they lies
my bladed teacher told me?

For here in the moment
of his demise
Having already demonstrated
his humanity
his capacity to love
It is he who earned
the privilege of seeing
everlasting beauty
As I hold on for dear life...
Four walls of insanity
Keep me boxed in
I used to think I was safe
Now I only wish to escape
The box is my home
Inside it I am alone
Four walls of insanity
Keep me boxed in
i am boxed in
Eric Dec 2020
opportunities that represent , what feels like to live in a heavenly sense . forgive me as I reminisce, In the good times that you've seen to forget . I've told you I've had trouble with this . but yet you still persist . with everything that once was bliss , turned into a wave of burning fists. hoping to die before you slit my wrists and blame it on my own mental abyss . you've sent me in this hole to fix , everything I felt was whole and built with a ton of bricks . impossible to break down unlike sticks . and yet the faucet drips . And I still throw a fit like I have no wits.  and it gets overwhelming , for you to tell me . that all those past times were just more the reason for you to forget me . why is it I have feelings , we planned our daughter , and now you leave me with nothing but a mental slaughter . making me believe I'm insane and now willing to **** for my place as ...father ,will she still see me the same? my daughter now refers to me as her dad and refers her mom as (her) mommy . as if both weren't a part of me . I'm sick with so much envy.
J M Menon Dec 2020
Green meadows or grey rooms,
I can't quite tell

It sparkled and breathed.

People in white,
conversing in an alien tongue
I can't quite tell

Only the faintest flavor remains, a whiff time to time
All through the day

At noon it struck;
Yes!
I see it all at once;
I feel it;
Beauty, depth, insanity
I am enraptured in the glorious swan song

Before my dream disappears forever,
beyond this world
Only its lovely essence lingering
Blake Ogden Dec 2020
Uncanny names of dark,
Florescent as beauty can be,
I must hide my face from evil,
And keep the shadows in me.

Though hard I try but only in distraught,
My mask removed and my feelings brought,
Through emotions I hurt and spread,
I finally become controlled again.
Ikari Kanashī Dec 2020
Maybe I won't feel so ashamed talking to you if I forget our past.. though it's probably impossible.. I don't know..part of me wishes I never knew you.. and the other part wants to be yours again. It's a constant battle though I can never hate you. I just feel selfish for wanting you so badly.. is it wrong? To be addicted to someone like you? You're obviously not human.. you're something else. You're trapped in this world and your mind wants to be free.. I'm not helping much am I.. I'm just here falling in love with you every time we speak.
I can't even describe how he makes me feel without choking on my words...
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