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George Krokos Dec 2016
The world we know could be a better place
if everyone in it would show more grace
where just like it was really meant to be
as the people were not obliged and free.

But the world today is not as we'd like
as most of us now have a troubled psyche
which comes to the fore in our relations
with each other and between the nations.

We should look for any good to be found
instead of seeing the bad that's around
and take it to be what others have sown
as it was from us all while being grown.

Over the long course of millions of years
it's unknown when mankind shed its first tears
and moaned about its miserable state
when hunger, pain and loss were on its plate.

Survival has mostly been a struggle
and throughout history brought us trouble
by thinking too much of ourselves it seems
seeing those less fortunate as bad dreams.

And the world could now be a better place
if everybody here would show more grace.
Without expecting something in return
for this is what we are all here to learn.
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Written in 2016.
Crimsyy Oct 2016
It's not me, it's not me, you see.
It's not me you're questioning.
It's not me who propels this
dark side of my psyche.

Anti hides behind my friend, Hope.
Anti hides behind my friend, Light.
Anti has resided in me for quite a while.
Anti hides behind every face-lighting smile.

Anti is not my happiness,
It's all the sides of me I'd rather not see,
All the sides that feel so right
when they speak of the
wrong things to me,
So real, so authentic.
Anti's not who I'm meant to become;
a contradiction manifesting
itself into my body.

Sometimes, I feel it take over me,
Sometimes I let it win.
That's usually when people
start to not recognize me,
That's usually when I feel
my kindness freeze,
I feel my impatience
and tolerance cease -
I can no longer digest
anything around me.
Marina Avellani Mar 2016
I am an only
Just one like me
My thoughts race
In the psyche
Which is me
I tell them all
"You don't know who I am"
Understanding me
Is like a black hole
Just the mindset
Of myself
Would send any normal person
Into a tailspin
So now i ask you
Do you want to know?
Morrison Leary Feb 2016
Darkness leaped in, smothered my psyche.
Led me down a hall, into the cinema I went, not willing.
A theatrical presentation, an outcry ensued.
Perception forever altered.
A mind completely new.  
My ideals, my dreams, dissipating with the ending scene.
Go forth I did, dashing into the illuminating beam.
A challenge of realization, no immediate hesitation.
Advancement granted, the understanding,
of another dimension.  
Speechless, words cannot explain.
Abandoned, with nothing left.
An experience to entertain,
while under the dancing rain,
Vanity's Game.
Rakha Dec 2015
"My people refers to me as Adamant,"

Adamant, this
Adamant, that

Adamant, ruin their marriage.
Adamant, make the politicians **** one another.



"What do I get for being Adamant?"

Come here, Adamant
Stay away, Adamant

Chant me million of butterflies, Adamant.
Learn how to nurture, Adamant.



"But I will not be Adamant no longer,"

Adamant, this
Adamant, that

You will love yourself, darling.
Fostering kindred soul within us all.



"God bless you. Not me,"*

Adamant, darling
Adamant, dear

You are God.
Malvika Sep 2015
i can promise myself to you
because i've nothing to lose
if someone hurts me one more time.
i can be loyal
because i would betray myself.
can you do the same, honey, can you?
if you cannot , that's a good thing -
you're not as ****** up as me,
you've still got a sense of self.
but there is no 'me' - i am only made of others.
Doll Aug 2015
This is not a poem just some phrases to explain my past psychosis.

I lived in complete darkness full of sad noises,
strange images
and blurry figures.

I lived in complete darkness with no love,
no emotions
and no feelings.

I kept asking myself "what's going on",
"is this the end"
and "will this ever end".

I saw spiders,
mouses
and more animals on my wall.

I heard voices ,
noises
and some of them were in my head.

I couldn't think,
sleep
or live.

I couldn't be.

I couldn't be me.

I wasn't me.

I wished i could die, so this all would end.
Thanks to my amazing psychiatrist i'm still alive and i'm doing well
Malvika Jul 2015
we meet at the center
bounce back again
farther away
out of mind
there is music
dark melody
the touch of your hand
and I shiver.
Pisceanesque Jul 2015
carnal lightening reaped my brain in verves of
sickled fever, emotion sloughing clean
my tortured psyche.

and who was I to challenge
this narcotic self ablution –
yet, what of my resolve to linger
undisturbed
in bias mental disarray?

pathetic hypotheticals
engorged my blood
as nothing new.
the tension burning scars within this
manic unenlivened carcass
grew until

my hybrid self assaulted what was once
unfailed but often wrong integrity
as swifter than a scarlet blade
my conscience was absconded
to a heaven: peace, release, and ease.

had I commanded armies to retreat?
my palsied mind
was finally worth its ****** ground
and tissues thick with matters
fed on independence
lost among the strain.

I must remember where I left my genius.
© Tamara Natividad
www.pisceanesque.com
Written 24 June, 2004
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We sat aloft a dune
   peering over the ocean,
waves mesmerizing
  our inner turmoil,
grainy surf dimensions
    cut into psyche,
voices turned hazy
midst broiling sun
  washed back with
   salt water tears,
there was no lighthouse
  to guide the way
  nor save disparate crests  
no words reverberated the sound,
    just the floundering of
      gritty restless emotions
that once were blissed horizons
   before moon lost its balance
     to relentless torrential currents
      of neglectful destruction,
   drowning in ambiguous undertows
The full moon took effect.
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