How funny is it
A simple salt was
Forgotten by my brain
cabin on a hill
It awaits me still.
Hate, Loathing, and Pride, sit by the
indoor fire. And discuss disgust. Logs
of spit and mucus in an ivory stack, therein,
braketh not they for moon or sun. In abyss, engulfed
in a blister, of scarlet marsh and murky water. Of poison
their cups are filled; midnight blue, the cherubic wine of sorrow
I join once more my dearest friends and gaze into the fire's flat, eternally burned, lithium disk.
you didn’t think
the lesions of my
you just had
to see me
as i am
my soul as a prism
for me alone
embarrassing to say
you were the first
not to get hard
when i took my lithium
the right thing
at wrong time
Hydrogen, a gas
Fusing in the night sky stars
As we watch in awe.
Helium, such a
Noble gas, lightly lovely,
Filling our balloons.
Our first alkali
Lithium, lightest metal,
Metal that makes alloys which
Are strong and don't spark.
Do your laundry, friends,
And experience boron:
I want to make a haiku for each element, five at a time! Or at least, the naturally occuring elements.
we wandered outside to find new friends
everyone bonds better over cancers
and water features. we meander in,
drinking ink and blowing chunks.
what do you see in my sick?
a makeshift self diagnosis.
i can see the wildfires in america
and i can control them with my fingers
because i have heaven's eyes in my skull
for i think therefore i am my own god.
a god with power and lust for life
with lithium in his veins and deleria.
a god who would let you all perish,
boiled alive in your own bile and milk.
a god who understands
why some children are stillborn.
and cries for every one.
a god complex looks a lot like a boy
sitting on the cold concrete steps outside a club
high on some grade a hallucinogenic drug
playing with his *****.
i don't really have that much of a god complex
keeping me from iridescent mania
cutting of the air to my lungs
strangling me with snaky grey
oozing with itchy slime
that gets in every pore
depression and self loathing set in
why is this my prescription?
Yes I have a bipolar mind.
I look for clear but never know what I will find.
Mom sent me away.
For a few months and a day.
Mom said she couldn't handle me.
Why couldn't she see?
I wasn't really myself.
I was someone else.
Gosh if I could sue.
Every little ****
Who made me hate my guts.
Awe look at her.
**** she's got the face of a murderer.
Why you always crying Graffe *** *****?
Why not end it and die in a ditch?
I was definatly all over the place.
Stuck with this awful race.
I couldn't control my actions.
So I shoved all emotions back with a little lithium.
Then I didn't see clear.
Actually nothing ever happens here.
I see nothing now.
And there's no changing my mind.
What the lithium did to me
So this woman friend someone I know
put her in Riverside Ward
she's in transition stage
visits gym accompanied outings,
she's ask me
to accompany her
the cinema park the Natural History
she need walking
So I'm now she's all out and ****
she's >Soo much better
Received 11 November 2014
hasn't got time for ***
she's >Meeting a friend for tea.
Where TF was this 'friend' b4
when you need accompany?
She's had time to think
she needs relationships that are supportive nourishing
lose the negativity
“You get me?”
I think I do
© Gabriel K
FB - abbreviation for either Facebook or fuckbuddy
TF - truncated form of *** (What The ****?)