"psychodynamic" poems
Theres a circle cycle of sides to the self of me
Standing in the middle surveying my surroundings
Noting each application and the consequences that apply
Maybe I'm simply a hedonist
Weighting for worn out pleasure centers to take a flame
Or an optimistic pessimist
Citing my self for the blame
My humanistic approach has lost appeal
Defying my superego
And hierarchy of needs reel
Stuck in Erickson stages
A psychodynamic underground war rages
There's a linear graph
Self sided to me
Maybe I'm projecting all my insecurities
And taking my abnormalities
Out on maladaptive poetry
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 10:46 PM UTC
you've been like
almost five years long
psychodynamic therapy
pretty effective
i must tell you
finally
i got cured
and
you keep lying
on the couch
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 11:35 AM UTC
Psychodynamic Catalyses commencing in 3... 2... 1...
Trial I:
Subject A's standing still, a perfect vacuous slate-
Oh wait - time: 10 - the twitching has begun
Something's been boiling beneath its skin:
Repressed, internalized emotions
Pleading - please - to leave the mind,
But no! It forgets, ignore the fractured bleeds
Inside,
Wipes clean the bursting mind anew.
Trial II;
Both Subjects have stumbled in, eyes met,
I reckon just one second left until the first
Wipes grimy doubts from seeping pores
And slathers some on its wincing guest.
Oh yes!
The most perfect Projection of self yet!
Proceed.
Trial III;,
Already introduced - the love pheromones -
And Subject A is completely induced
In love.
Distance, deliberations, and anguished moans
Hearken in the Pyrrhic self-preservation:
Subject A has maimed B in love-hate!
Reaction Formation a huge success.
Trial IV,
Gaslight interrogations have rendered
Subject A blind to all its repercussions,
For now the whole world's wrong if time
Can't prove its Rationalizations right,
No, not right, but fundamental to its very
Life!
Trial V
Hourly pedal electric shocks have Displaced
All the color of passion from the Subject's eyes -
Pale white!
And now in pathetic ploy to gain some joy
Leads it to bite, and gnaw, and destroy!
Everything!
Trial VI.
An injection of liquid memories
Of torment and trauma and rejected
Dreams,
And now the Subject has curled up
And shrunken backwards in time!
A little Regressed, teetering toddler,
And now a suckling infant safe
By its mothers side.
Trial VII...
Something... unusual has occurred,
But do not fret or pull the funds!
Nothing but a standard deviation from the norm:
Our Subject has taken all its desires and cries
And transformed it into a radiant
Cloud.
Now, this Sublimation of the mind
Has left no pain, no suffering!
The Subject - I regret to inform - is fine.
Mar 1, 2020
Mar 1, 2020 at 9:53 PM UTC
Whats with the obscenely lucid dreams im having?
Cutting slicing, bruising and stabbing
My thoughts are tragic. I am manic
Hair is standing to attention, you hear that static?
Cant take anymore, confusion im frantic
I need a sweet reprieve, a few moments, no antics
But there is no air for me to brokenly breathe
When i am Deceived by a seductive spot of relief,
It is my belief that death and an end is no cause for grief
The psychodynamic calamity.
The real power is in the fewer.
Review her
Secure her
With a stoic mask of memories ensure her place
It is a medicine a cure, a tonic of enlightenment
It brings balance to malevolence
A portal to the pure
Speaking of a frightened man it is an undertaking to be sure.
Without dropping comparison
You Will Never Reach The Shore
You were Born with a foot in the fade
You Seek out what was silenced
As we have so much energy to trade
You may find the knowledge needed
in the next meditation assignment.
Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 7:38 AM UTC