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Alaska Sep 2017
i'm seeing a psychoanalytic therapist
they want to analyze me
because my so called life has turned into the scariest
and somehow in a country of freedom i can't be free
they want to analyze me like a mathematician
analyzes the graph of an unknown function
psychiatric ward it says in the papers for my admission
i'm not crazy somebody please give me a definition
how do you think you can analyze a human
you can't look inside my mind
where all my thoughts are blooming
creating my emotions, feelings or something of an other kind
why do all my actions need a reason
how do you know i didn't write that poem
just to show them how i see the world
it doesn't necessarily mean i'm broken
just because you do not understand
doesn't mean I suffer from some unknown disease
why analyze a masterpiece
cause that's what every single human is
Art Sep 2017
Within the sanctity
of my middle eye,
I watched red turn blue,
touching the hue of someone I knew.
A glimpse of the past,
somehow tainted along the never ending journey
of self-discovery,
spiraling into charred shades
of colors that couldn’t be dreamt,
watching everything it knew
catch fire and burn away;
a soul withering and warping
like a suffering leaf
against the red heat of insanity.
Presently dowsing itself in icy teal auras,
steaming amongst the grey mental balance,
smiling.
Is this who I was?
Someone I left behind?
Flashbacks
Art Sep 2017
I’m watching the trees dance under
paling sky’s thick cerulean shadow,
wondering if they’re like me.

                 Wondering if the bioelectrical fibers
                 twisting through the trunk of my neck
                 are like the gusts of wind braiding their branches.

                             Wondering if it keeps them awake,
                             or if it lulls them into enduring slumber.


I’m losing hours behind my circuitous strides through
conscious coma,
pondering those incessant curiosities of
permanent sleep
that so often plague the restless furrows of my stormy mind.


She’s looking at me like
I’m broken again, following me
out the door and impulsively pining
for a fix she couldn’t understand.
For sanguine is the nature of this
four-legged creature so stubborn
and at my heels. Striving to help
as she so often does.

But I’m not broken. No.
I’m comfortably subdued by the soothing
song of sinuous water cascading through
calloused toes, and the weight of
the stained notebook resting on my lap,
whose pages cradle the words of
psychological shadow flowing through my
murky
     streams
              of
                 consciousness.

These are the words that release me.
That so seamlessly pair
the id with the ego and put me to
sleep atop dew-lit grass.
The words that purge me of insanity, and pave my path
to self-discovery.

She knows this too,
Her primordial mind somehow
knows it and yes,
Yes it fixes me.
Written in the dead of night, as usual.
Luna Sep 2017
"How to love people and use things instead of using people and loving things"
Saw it online
Richard Sep 2017
Kneel or stand in a crowd,
sweat and extrude surrounded by the vessels,
hearing their praise, woes, yearnings.
Seeing humans being so supple,
the behavior being determined,
and thoughts being modifiable.
Their faces are masks for long ago programmed machines.
Realizing all of it you begin to scan,
investigate and read their program.

Finding some of the others doing the same,
the leaders and the significant ones,
you must let them know you are just another slave,
show them their power but your potential for them too.
As you become harmless in their eyes,
you achieve time to study them too.

Once you are ready,
once you speak the language of programs,
you need to rewrite all of them.
Slowly and wisely,
collisions are still possible if you are not cautious.
As you finally control the web of people,
don't forget you are also just a pre-programmed machine,
don't stop scanning the surrounding
else you became just another victim of pride and ego.
Cause others may be tricky,
you are not the only one who is sensible.
Nothing lasts forever,
keep and guard what you already got,
don't stop haunting.

The road is so reckless,
you need to assimilate.
As you see profanity, abuse,
it won't be the taboo for you.
Don't be blind!
The road is so far,
ending on a cliff.
The whole horizon is crowded,
you're standing high seeing hordes of people,
millions of followers.
Enjoy the dominance.
Sheep worshiping you, fanatically obeying,
your slaves, the army ruled by you.
Don't let the stupidity and naivety master you then,
your kingdom is not you, they are.
You know it but they don't,
so I dare you to not let them find it out.

Life is a net of choices,
so make a decision as a spider, not as a moth.
Ultimately the spider devours the moths.
I still work on it.
MysteryMind7 Aug 2017
I text my dad good morning
He replies, "how's my daughter up at 5am?"
I say it's just how my routine is now kept
Little does he know that I never slept.


I wear a full sleeved shirt on a hot summer day
My friends ask me if I'm insane
I just say I don't want to get tanned
Little do they know that the arms are where the blade is manned


My sister asks me if I'm feeling okay
I tell her that I'm having a hard time in life
She tells me it's a phase, it won't last
Little does she know that I've been haunted for more than year by the ghosts of my past.


When I finally revealed my agony to you
You said that it couldn't happen to me
That I just needed to take care more
I tried, I swear I did, but it didn't work out, that's for sure.


Cutting myself wasn't the solution you say
But how can you expect me not to, when the blade way the only thing that went my way?
I found my pleasure in my pain
But **** me, I just couldn't cut that little vain.


You say I could have talked to someone.
You know what? I tried.
And when I did, everyone thought that I lied.
Lied about my depression and about my failing at life.


After some passage of time, the world thinks I'm okay
Then one day, after many, they'll notice that I'm gone.
I gave into the hole and they would mourn.
I let it devour me.
I fell into the bottomless sea
With no escape I slipped into oblivion.
The weight has been lifted off my chest.
I am finally at rest.
Just a random 3am thought.
Natália Aug 2017
"the moon raised me" she said while looking at the waves
that gently crushed at her feet
you can be fascinated and numb by the light that exudes
but you will never be able to see the other side
you will try to make her whole, but in the end it doesn't matter
because that's what fascinates you right?
the impossible facade she shows.
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