"psychically" poems
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I've had dreams by day
That brought the nightmares back.
In the daylights exposure it was dark
When the negative light was bright.
In the sea of people
I was the floating remains
Of a Great White's meal.
On the lonely roads of thought
My mind was in gridlock.
Comforting memories were suspended
Over a psychic black hole
By jagged and rusted
Medieval-type surgical tools.
My remaining senses
Were nailed to a cross-section
Of psychically atrophied grey matter
Along neural pathways
Guarded by gladiator-type tormentors.
Left with nothing
But the stinging desire to be freed
From a curse that had to be cured
And the hell of searching for a cure
When I was convinced there wasn’t one.
The powers that be come with force
To quell primal lusts & desires
Forbidding you of them
As they seductively
Dangle them before your eyes
Until you are so frustrated and unfulfilled
That you no longer
Care for your world.
This cracked glass remains empty
Even though it is constantly being filled
Then spilled or leaked on the floor
Until you learn to lap it up
Like the lapdog that you have become
For their amusement.
You remain with a love for freedom
But your cage is so large
That you think you are free
Lost in societal fantasy.
You think for a while
That these fantasies are real
Until you come to your senses that aren’t
As you join other fools
In comfort that you're not the only
Broken-back pack-mule.
But in spite of it all
And in the face of them all
Don't let these birds of prey
And powers that be
Deprive you of what they
cannot see
In that hidden corner
Of what is still untouched--
The real you
Uninfected by the world.
Take care of your spiritual affairs.
Don't let the global beast
And your primal hissing forces
Make you be your own pallbearer.
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 6:28 PM UTC
Oh Compelling Magician
Why do your vibes glow?
You're tempting,
Mysterious,
But my brain is just too slow.
To keep with your illusions
And your twinkly fantasy
But I'm compelled to look in further,
To the effervescence,
Your majesty.
You have this way-
Pure,
And Indescribable.
It's magnetizing,
It's happy,
And it's quite unfathomable.
So dear, dear, magician
Please let me come close.
Tell me of your secrets,
Of the mystery of the cosmos.
I promise not to tell-
Your secret's safe with me.
And you'll have my heart forever,
Two magicians to be
Psychically, as one,
For all eternity.
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 1:12 PM UTC
~Staying Strong
No matter what I go through ill do my best to stay strong. No matter what you or society puts me through I will stay strong. You've broken to many promises, Ive hurt myself by trying to fix them. But now I have hurt and I have learned. I showed you my pain but you didn't care. I'm getting back up on my feet. I'm taking my broken wings and learning how to fly. I've got people who will help me through this. Yes pain has changed me. But the mistakes I have made, I've learned from. I have learned who my true friends are, through this. The ones who will never leave my side. I am going on from this, and not looking back. I'm not a toy, that you can pick up when you want. I'm done with you messing with my emotions. You've made me stronger than I was before. You helped me figure out who I am. You've shown me how strong I truly am; Not just psychically but emotionally and mentally. Staying strong was my only option left. I wanted to give up, but I've saw your true colors that only gave me the drive to not give up. It gave me the drive to show you and them that I'm not gonna give up.
In the end I'm not giving up, I'm Staying Strong and starting again~
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 8:04 PM UTC
Apparently I was yelling in my sleep.
What I was yelling about I didn't know.
I pretend to not have any fears,
But I am the most scared person I know
Snakes, darkness, not being good enough...
I've dreamt about those before.
Over the summer I gained a new fear;
Falling.
Not just psychically, but mentally as well.
Falling into a pit of self-pity and depression...
Feeling everything as my body and mind shatters.
Being aware as my life gets destroyed.
Nightmares I can deal with,
But the haunting feeling of this one hasn't left me.
No one was there to hear
My petrified screams as the ground disappeared
I couldn't be saved... no one saw me fall and I knew this.
But I still cried out the scream that woke me...
*"Please don't! Don't let me fall! Please!"*
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC
Those I love the most
but are psychically distant
know the least about me.
Mar 26, 2021
Mar 26, 2021 at 10:19 PM UTC
Ever change?
I need a connection,
That was true. But,
Something in your inflection
Hints at misdirection,
Reeks of lies.
You don't want me, psychically
It's no longer frustration,
But more so consternation, over
What I feel I must do
With no choice
Mute, but you hate my tongue
And cringe every time you hear my voice.
Displacement, over all
You can place it on me
And if I leave,
Like you are absent,
Will you be like me?
Left, wanting.
No
Jun 19, 2023
Jun 19, 2023 at 11:09 PM UTC
Wracking--
Body and mind;
Emotions fly
High
On confusion.
Adrenaline:
Physically slowed;
Psychically blown
Out of the sky
By commotion.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC
Young girl
Dumb girl
How many times are you going to think he’s the right one
How many times are you willing to get hurt
Mentally
Psychically
Be careful
You’ll get a bad reputation
I know you
You pretend to be strong
But you’re weak so weak
How many times will you allow him to break you down
You’re to young
I want to protect you
But I’m no better than you
I fall just as hard
And as fast
Im impulsive
And weak
But I want to change that
I want to help you
But what could I do
What if this time he’s the right one
Or
What if he’s just like the others
All the broken promises
All the heartbreak
We’ll never truly know
Until it’s to late
Why must we bare the burden of young love
They think its dumb
And it is
They say it wont last
And it probably wont
But we still look for it
Hoping
That maybe
Just maybe it’s him
That he’ll be able to fix all the hurt
Always saying
Maybe next time
Maybe next time?
How many next times will there until you know
Is it even worth it?
I guess we’ll just have to wait
We’ll find out together
We’ll go through the pain together
We’ll do it all together.
But
Maybe next time we wont be so young and dumb.
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 1:11 AM UTC
No one came before them
The original gangsters
Took a leap of faith
Found nothing is fixed (perhaps)
Silent progression an its svelte curved finger
Starting our engines, we dived through the door
Roaring regression, salute of four fingers
Down is the price that we paid to stand up
Back to the bricks, carved in a niche
It never told us we'd have to buy shoes
Flashes of future opened a portal
A game made of blocking, where no one can lose
Born with our minds blown
We've sure kept our eyes on the prize
Even dumb, dark and pegged
We'll still have our picture books
Our consciousness needs a hug and a kiss
Incinerate cyclic denial
Insinuate a means of escape and
Psychically break with your own form of exit
Nov 19, 2011
Nov 19, 2011 at 6:05 PM UTC
No amount of alcohol
could make me numb out
the thoughts of you in my head
Desire, lust, love
I have the symptoms
of all of the above
You fit me well
like a glove
You fill me up
like alcohol fills up
an empty glass
You're the champagne
of the night
the thrill I seek
my medicine
my remedy
my one need
You're the venom
without the poison
the love, my hunger it feeds
You set my body free
Spiritually
Emotionally
Psychically
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 10:05 AM UTC
Dad
Rhymes with bad
And mad
Which is what
He always is;
Although now psychically here
He's mentally at the closest alcohol store
Now facing reality
He is a free man
Who should be trying
To be a better person
And father
But once again
He gripped onto a bottle
And purchased
More drugs
Because
Instead of putting
His life back together with glue
He's using his usual
escape
In the end
He is more like
An abandoned house
With echoing halls
And large cracks
In the foundation
And spiderwebs
Covering the walls
Which symbolize
His heart
Because
It stopped working
The day he left
Without a goodbye
Or
"I love you"
Just
A slam
Of a door
Its sad
That I am
Not surprised
That he
Disappeared
Once again
Without
A word
And instead
Has taken
To drowning
In
A bottle
Of *****
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 1:23 PM UTC
I blame myself for not being enough
Within my voids, you found her to fill
And now she owns half of your heart
To know the truth, ******* kills
Does she love you better than I do?
Does she make you feel brand new?
Does she make you feel electric?
Or give you a feeling you don’t wanna lose?
When you tell her “I love you”
And when she tells you it back
Is that what you’ve been missing?
Has she been picking up my slack?
Every day without me
Is another day with her
Maybe not psychically
But enough for you to lure
My mind is my worst enemy
It constantly mocks me of the pain
And where I went wrong along the way
It drives me ******* insane
I can’t ever forgive myself
For not loving you properly
I ruin the all the things I love
So why does this come as a shock to me?
Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 6:41 PM UTC
I'm ever so incapable
of holding a grudge
When I look at a person
I see how miserable they are
how pathetic they are
how they struggle for survival in this emotionally and psychically exhausting place we call our city, our state, our country, our world
I know that they think about putting a noose around their neck, just as often as I do, as anyone
so I apologize with no apology in return and go on about my day
and I guess
that's just how it is
-d.y.
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
HIS
EVERTYHING
RIGHT
Wanting you has left my soul suffocating...
Never realizing the length I would go to please you.. guilty by submission..becoming submissive inspite of me not belonging to you..pleasing you always came first..but for you its H.E.R...you say you prefer natural hair...I grew locs in spite of my free spirit that leads me to do a big chop annually...because to me that's me removing all the bad reminders...but for you I made that scarfice..inspite of you wanting H.E.R .....blemished skin...scars of heartache and pain...proclaiming you prefer naturally flawed..over this mac bottle that makes me feel completely irresistible because unlike other things it hides scars of what made me who I am...but for you I allow this bottle to go untampered with..unlike my heart always being tampered with...but H.E.R...is constantly on your mind.. never taking a moment to realize me putting you first...your only thoughts is of ....H.E.R..how to please and cater to H.E.R every desire...and need... "she has potential to make you happy"...when it's me that constantly strive to make you happy...consistantly taking you in deep until my muscles become weak...I can't compete...because even though I get on my knees and **** you deep...I'm still not H.E.R...and just because I made you ***** in one of your many random places...in fear of pro life with M.E because its H.E.R you desire..I've allowed my soul to weep...because by next week I'll be back in your sheets... giving you all of me...like a piece of prime meat..enough of me to fill what makes you weakkk..never understanding you want me mentally but her psychically...but she doesn't want you psychically...so you imagine H.e.r while doing M.e? I'm done with never being enough... but always too much for you...let her learn or care to know that you like a person that listens..you're a closed book..that pays attention to vivid detail..you do from the heart with happiness as a form of payment...liking your women of somewhat of a variety but not too much of a variety because if you lived in a world of H.E.R.'s you would be completely satisfied because her outer is what sets your soul on fire...allowing yourself to linger on what little she's gives because she's da bomb in everyway..bomb enough for you to hurt the feelings of someone that would've given you the world..but because my **** ain't "perky" and I'm not a size 8 my validation..means nothing....being super thick is more superficial..I'm self reliant..thick in all the right places..constantly loving you in all the wrong places....I'm not H.E.R I am M.E....My Everything on repeat...repent at my feet because my heart has always been on repeat...you have made me weak...we haven't spoken in weeks...
Nikki.the.goddess
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 11:04 AM UTC
"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XXVII "
Voluntary imagination at
Work hard sculpting reasoned movements
Fromout conditioned reflexed brain twitches
Happening right before our very eyes
We excrete whys that prove us right no matter
What no matter what the i sees i as i has
To see i to be the i approved of
Ninety percent habit don't fit the worn
Image ninety percent habit not seen !!!
Astonishingly the rotting elephant
Carcass is overlooked isn't there dropped
Through the hole in the universe in mind
Psychically taking consciousness with it
Leaving us with mystic questions hard pressed
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 1:55 AM UTC
Sleep came to me 4 times this morn’,
even though torture awakened me
after a short time, betwixt.
A blessing compared to days before.
Severely psychically attacked
while my soul stood strong.
There but for Thee’s grace go I.
My father a tank, a beat down for hours,
I 1 3/4, wasn't speaking yet, wouldn't
'til 3, he wouldn't stop knocking me out,
each time I'd awake, immediately stand,
never cry a tear, I knew better
and something's very wrong with him.
I couldn't hate then and would never.
Non-humancentricity, how to be, all life
are needed threads in life’s fabric,
that cannot be allowed to be torn
asunder, walking within nature’s balance,
giving back to it’s abundance,
is not only sage advise,
it’s required for earthly life.
Dec 7, 2019
Dec 7, 2019 at 2:50 AM UTC
I admire your name as if I wear it like a chain around my neck
I speak your name as if you pulled out of me the answers everyone
Had been searching for-
Is it psychically possible for you to be my other half without actually
Being mine?
I will never know the answer to many things- crossword puzzles, history exams,
Why addiction takes over the vulnerable; but with you, answers come spewing out of me
And often times the only option I have is to display them poetically.
For everyone to see but you
The first time we masked each other with each other's scent I was far from the truth- easily forgetting your name along with the way you made my whole body collapse, with a simple touch.
So long after I thought you had disappeared, you return
and my head- instantly filled with memories of you.
Awkward encounters, blushed cheeks and nervous hellos that made you irresistible.
If this dream of mine that you so favorably take part in vanishes with the alarming sound of reality I will so dearly hold these memories in mind and keep them to remind myself of someone who made me feel like the sun.
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 7:15 PM UTC
i spend my days
rearranging
data on the computer
my machine
is almost psychically
connected to its user
everything is laid out logically
in this universe of illusion
to take a step away
into the chaos reign
of the real world
is an intrusion
soon be back again
sustenance attained
level up
and on with the mission
in the only game
ill willingly play
waiting to waste away
in front of the television
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 10:53 AM UTC
I'm ever so incapable
of holding a grudge
When I look at a person
I see how miserable they are
how pathetic they are
how they struggle for survival in this emotionally and psychically exhausting place we call our city, our state, our country, our world
I know that they think about putting a noose around their neck, themselves just as often as I do, as anyone
so I apologize with no apology in return and go on about my day
and I guess
that's just how it is
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 7:48 AM UTC
You always said I would never lose you but you lied.
Even though you’re psychically here you are not mine anymore.
Days and days go by, i sit back and watch you live your happiest live with her while,
I’m drowning.
Drowning in the thought of us, the “what’s ifs” and the “should haves”
But that’s how I got myself into this right?
What if you loved me?
Should I have held on tighter when you held my hand?
What If I am the one for you but you just can’t see it?
Should I confess my feelings and see where they take me?
No.
Because you love her and I love you.
Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 11:54 PM UTC