#catatonia - Hello Poetry

The sinking has returned too fast. I knew sanity wouldn't last - but madness is here much too soon. Electric amnesia returns to me. Cacophonous thoughts breaking free tear my feet from trembling ground. My contradictory conscience ********** utter nonsense across the face of my clean slate. Peel back my shimmering rib cage, see insomnia's grip of rage still my dark heart into hurting. Plunge me into freezing waters where caught apathetic breath blurs treading to sinking to drowning. And I'm caught in the crawl spaces between the in between places - wretch to my opprobrious mind. Not if but when sayeth the doc to the tune of the ticking clock willing me to wave the white flag Madness is a graceless game.

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Mar 27, 2014

Mar 27, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC

ellen-joyce

Ricochet

The sinking has returned too fast. I knew sanity wouldn't last - but madness is here much too soon. Electric amnesia returns to me. Cacophonous thoughts breaking free tear my feet from trembling ground. My contradictory conscience ********** utter nonsense across the face of my clean slate. Peel back my shimmering rib cage, see insomnia's grip of rage still my dark heart into hurting. Plunge me into freezing waters where caught apathetic breath blurs treading to sinking to drowning. And I'm caught in the crawl spaces between the in between places - wretch to my opprobrious mind. Not if but when sayeth the doc to the tune of the ticking clock willing me to wave the white flag Madness is a graceless game.

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she was my jane doe, my everything. we flew to arizona. she was my partner, my lover, wondering what i could be thinking about. her. a different kind of her "not now," she thinks, "what about jane doe?" i understand, and oblige. the light stirs we crash down and fall and almost burn but live others were not so lucky. when we fell, i thought about her. my jane doe. this place wasn't a place of god, no matter what it said the things they did to women children babies sickening. it reminded me of what they did to her, my jane doe. her, my partner, my lover was gone, but i still found her. we walked and knew we would lose each other again, no matter how much it hurt us the light continued to stir and when it did i saw her, my jane doe, my everything. it happened so many years ago we were children young souls destined to go to heaven if we were good. if we weren't, they would lecture us, punish us. yours was undeserved, my jane doe. i tried to be good. i tried to not say a word. i knew what sin meant, but i knew even more of your love for me love. the prophet said it was love when he slaughtered the women and children. the heretic said it was love when she played with me like she did all those years ago they didn't know. they'll never know but i knew when i knew you were there, my jane doe, my one and only, my everything. the child was you, the one who came back for me, my jane doe. it was nobody's fault; not yours, not mine, but his? there is no doubt. there is nothing. but you, my jane doe. one last stir of light helpless, we would be one again. now i lie here alone where artificial light stirs where voices mumble and when two people say they have plans for me.

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Aug 30, 2022

Aug 30, 2022 at 4:55 PM UTC

twindrill

my jane doe.

she was my jane doe, my everything. we flew to arizona. she was my partner, my lover, wondering what i could be thinking about. her. a different kind of her "not now," she thinks, "what about jane doe?" i understand, and oblige. the light stirs we crash down and fall and almost burn but live others were not so lucky. when we fell, i thought about her. my jane doe. this place wasn't a place of god, no matter what it said the things they did to women children babies sickening. it reminded me of what they did to her, my jane doe. her, my partner, my lover was gone, but i still found her. we walked and knew we would lose each other again, no matter how much it hurt us the light continued to stir and when it did i saw her, my jane doe, my everything. it happened so many years ago we were children young souls destined to go to heaven if we were good. if we weren't, they would lecture us, punish us. yours was undeserved, my jane doe. i tried to be good. i tried to not say a word. i knew what sin meant, but i knew even more of your love for me love. the prophet said it was love when he slaughtered the women and children. the heretic said it was love when she played with me like she did all those years ago they didn't know. they'll never know but i knew when i knew you were there, my jane doe, my one and only, my everything. the child was you, the one who came back for me, my jane doe. it was nobody's fault; not yours, not mine, but his? there is no doubt. there is nothing. but you, my jane doe. one last stir of light helpless, we would be one again. now i lie here alone where artificial light stirs where voices mumble and when two people say they have plans for me.

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The word “Emergency” in the acronym ER sure brings about raw emotion and pressed awareness You are further removed, now both in mental and physical states The doctor was worried What comes next? My mind glosses over possibilities Too much trauma undertaken A mask to extract? Or crisis, true? What if the end is near? Rarely do we see it coming The tears of loss and relief are all the same to gravity I’d think of the greatness you could’ve become Biting my tongue, speaking instead of the lives you did touch Life is fleeting Worrying offers illusory action Gratitude is infinite Connection holds the key

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Oct 3, 2021

Oct 3, 2021 at 3:37 PM UTC

PhyllisHand

ER

The word “Emergency” in the acronym ER sure brings about raw emotion and pressed awareness You are further removed, now both in mental and physical states The doctor was worried What comes next? My mind glosses over possibilities Too much trauma undertaken A mask to extract? Or crisis, true? What if the end is near? Rarely do we see it coming The tears of loss and relief are all the same to gravity I’d think of the greatness you could’ve become Biting my tongue, speaking instead of the lives you did touch Life is fleeting Worrying offers illusory action Gratitude is infinite Connection holds the key

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