"rampid" poems
I'm so stricken, and I don't know what to do.
Like a sickness is killing me,
I'll blame it all on you.
There's a feeling deep inside of me,
That's clawing its way out,
and the pain I can't handle it,
this monsters name is doubt.
He's a beast who stays caged,
with his brothers down below,
within recess of my mind,
and the dungeons of my soul,
jealousy and anger and pride to say a few,
if their free in your mind,
their whispers will consume.
and they come as their called,
by their name they break free,
running rampid like a truth,
it's the truth thats killing me.
Sep 11, 2011
Sep 11, 2011 at 2:26 PM UTC
times are tough
the pathway we walk is rough.
the sun is setting.
and there is no telling
if we'll ever see the shine again.
but at least you are still there
i can always feel you care
even tho i let my own head
leave me crying and feeling like im dead.
and i know you care.
the pain you, yourself, feel
the pain is something you and i share.
we scream and scream and scream.
and hope that one day, we live our dream
to be rid of the demons
running rampid in our minds
we run and run and run,
in hope that terror never finds.
so my dear,
i wrote this poem for you.
because you and i share the same fear.
a fear so deep & frightening,
our thoughts strike like bolts of lightning.
this poem is about understanding.
and that is what i hold for you,
since you are just like me.
your head is cold, heavy and blue.
through we may not be at the same place,
dont forget our monsters nearly have the same face.
you are special, my love
and to believe that in yourself, is hard to do.
just like a bird, your heart is caged.
take the caged dove,
set it by the window sill
let it follow its own will
and let it fly free,
trust me when i say i know how you hurt,
you are just like me.
Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 2:00 AM UTC
Once upon a time there was baby trees
and one came to me
and said hes pleased
he shook my hand
and i took his leaf
I hid it and told him i gave it to Kieth
Kieth said "i have not such"
now the tree didn't believe me too much
so i told him "man you need to lighten up,
and take a drink right out of this cup."
he did just that then asked the pup
"have you seen my hand?"
dog said "thats not all you lost man."
so the tree thought "why do i give a ****
I'm going back to Amsterdam"
so i went with the tree and we went back
sat on his porch and smoked a fat sack
then we went down to a local crab shack
but as i was eating one tried to attack
so we left and wondered on down
the block where we were and i couldn't frown
because that tree right now is one hell of a clown
because he brought up the fact thats hes a talking baby tree
and as i began to see
it became funny to me
so funny i laughed until i needed to ***
i stopped and asked someone where the facilities were
they said "don't ask me, ask the tree sir"
so i busted up for a second time
then thought if hes real then to laugh wouldn't be kind
but three just stood there not seeming to mind
so i thought "maybe i should start on home"
i told the tree i was leaving tonight on a plane alone
he said "wait! no don't leave me be!
i mean look at me i'm a talking baby tree!"
so i thought not to hard and not too long
and then said "sure whats the worst that could go wrong?"
little did i know that he was strapped with a bomb
i told him not to use it and he said real calm,
"I'll do what i want you're not my mom."
i thought oh man its that kind of kid
who doesn't give a **** about what he does or did
and if hes that kind of child
his parents probably let him run rampid and wild
then i snapped out of it and said "what am i doing?
its a ******* talking baby tree!"
and since it doesn't have hands it only has leaves
i took it away the bomb that thing
but then i was accused of all the threating
so when i got home i thought **** it,
that ******* baby tree was raised in a bucket
so i found a place where i could then chuck it
it hit the water and made a big splash
i threw it in the lake where people skatter ash
then i went back to Amsterdam to steal that tree's stash
i smoked it all and then took all his cash
so happily ever after i live in peace
without that baby tree since now its deceased
unless it could swim then that would be beast.
Jul 21, 2010
Jul 21, 2010 at 8:16 PM UTC
I am so confused as of late
How do I clean this slate?
Tears run rampid down my face
I have lost my own space
In my emotions I fumble
The voices in my head rumble
There has to be something wrong
Because I never seem to belong
Sep 13, 2010
Sep 13, 2010 at 7:09 PM UTC
**Open your eyes,
The world has been calling.
Inviting you to its sweet awakening.
Open your eyes,
It's colors bending.
Not working in the reality of physics.
To run rampid in the sky,
Just open your eyes.**
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 5:17 AM UTC
scared. alone. being thrown into an environment that you aren’t even the slightest bit familiar with is ******* scary. all you want is a bear hug from your best friend but she is dealing with her own personal pain. you’re totally alone. you’re panicking silently on the bathroom floor, crammed in a corner, pressing your head against your knees trying to stop shaking, digging your fingernails in the back of your neck trying to get your mind off the stress and anxiety. nothings working. those thoughts and words of rejection and judgement run rampid through your mind. “you’re a failure” “you can’t do this” “you’re wasting your time trying” ”you’ll never be good enough” “they’re only being nice because they have to”. you start to think they’re right. maybe you should just get use to the fact that you’re going to end up alone, abandoned. “you aren’t important, no one’s going to accept you. maybe that’s just what destiny has in store for you. might as well realize that.” i guess it’s just you and yourself again. it’s a familiar feeling to you so it only takes you two seconds to realize that you’re back to the drawing board.
Aug 17, 2019
Aug 17, 2019 at 2:59 PM UTC
By Arcassin B.
This epidemic is nearly stupid as **** , stupid as ****
they make you run rampid, they give you no luck,
they sell you some ******** about being trapped with
a virus you only knew like a month,
tell you clean all the stores out,
give you a surprise to the gut when they punch,
and its crazy,
People still ain't ******* over desensitized to be smart,
think about all the children that couldn't live through this
**** and now watching the stars,
looking thru the silver line in this matrix , that'd
be a start,
A virus has nothing on your mind if you cure your heart.
©abpoetry2020
Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 1:23 AM UTC
Craving for hunger
Wanting anything
Anything at all
To stop me from the thoughts
Running rampid in my head
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC
all i want to do is sleep.
just for one night.
to sleep tight,
sleep soundly in my bed
with no thoughts
running rampid in my head.
i just want to sleep.
I wish i could
lay my head down
with dreams that are good.
not dreams that turn
into nightmares
and into my head they burn.
waking up me at midnight,
i wish i could fight
for the sleep i lack.
to sleep softly
in the deep dark black.
things get better
after a good night’s sleep.
i wrote in my last and final letter,
about all the nights i never slept
staying awake,
just sitting there and wept.
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 9:40 PM UTC
My heart is broken
Doesn't seem like it will be fixed
The pain is too much
It hurts to exist
My chest feels
Like a ton of cement
Is weighing it down
Threatening to crush
I wish I knew how
To bare this pain
But I fear it's too late
That my times almost up
My love is so strong
But it feels like it's a joke
Thoughts run rampid
Pushing to suicide
I don't know how much longer
I can push these thoughts down
Hoping that something will change
And that it will be alright
But the more these thoughts
Run wild inside my mind
The harder I find
To stay alive
Thoughts that seem almost
To be imagined
Like what really happened
With my love
What happened with my sanity
I feel it's already gone
Running amuck inside my head
Causing delusional thoughts
I hate to say it
But I fear I won't last
This trial that seems to last
For a million eternities
Do I run and hide
Or do I stay and fight
But also if I do stay
What if it's not me
What if it's someone else
What if I'm not picked
What happens then
Cause I can't stand that pain
These thoughts keep racing
Causing paranoia and misery
Should I just give in
And let my thoughts win
It keeps getting worse and worse
I just wish it would stop
Though I don't see that
Happening anytime soon
The love I have
It hurts too much
So I don't know
If I'll survive
I just wish someone
Would rip out my heart
And stop the pain
So maybe I can
Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 3:51 AM UTC
That icy cold grip that somehow makes your skin flush with warmth.
The power beneath you that keeps you steadily on the ground, but living on cloud nine.
The thoughts that let you rest peacefully are the same that keep your mind running rampid.
The word that has no real definition, but there seems to be 1000's of meanings.
You would do anything to keep it, but it let it go in a second if it meant saving it from collapsing.
It has no rational feelings, but they all make so much sense.
It is everything it is not.
So many songs, poems, books, movies, & paintings about it, but it still can't be captured.
It can cause euphoria & bliss, but tear your heart out & leave you for dead in a split second.
Love has many disguises, but only one true form.
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 3:31 PM UTC
I'm still that girl you knew
The one that skipped towards you
Only three and a half short years ago
Claps for all, you called me
Tear-stained cheeks from a broken heart
You swore to never do what he did and you said
I could have had my space if I wanted it
I just wanted to know you
You made me feel like I was loved
Like I was a treasure worth protecting
Like a sun to hold in the palm of your hand
So I said "okay" and let you love me
I grew to love you too, more than I ever
Ever thought was possible at the time
We drove around, kissed at traffic lights
Made new memories and adventured
You made me wonder why I had allowed
Allowed for myself to feel unloved
Our love grew like a **** wild and rampid
We loved and loved and didn't fight
Until one day when we started
It had been a year or so without it
But once it started, it didn't totally end
No argument resolved, no problems closed
But I pushed on, I loved you still
I've loved you despite distance
I've loved you despite age
I've loved you despite every thing that should have pushed us apart
We don't agree on anything large
Not morals, religion, or priorities
We are falling into pieces, my heart aches
I'm bleeding and crying out for you to hear
But silence is all I have from your end
And we are still holding together by a string
You never told me that you were finished
And I'm too disheartened to say after three years
That even though I crave you like you're ******
That you're a large part of me
That you are the closest person to me
That I want to be by your side, to hear your deep voice, feel your heartbeat, smell your sweet musky cologne on my shirt after a long day,
I don't know how long I can do this
To place a band aid over our hurt
Only to rip it off come morning time
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 10:05 PM UTC
There goes my sanity
Watch it go down the drain
No reason to beat a dead horse
Or maybe that's the answer for today
My will to preserve gets in the way
These instincts are running rampid
I try to find hope, exerting myself
But nothing seems like it's working
Maybe I need to do God's will
Here I am a cursing like it's going out of style
Like I can't write without using a curse word
It feels so good using bad language
Maybe I can get my point across better
I wonder if God condemns for fowl language
I really don't believe he finds it offensive
If he does then I'm going to hell
Cause I can't stop saying how I feel
At least there is truth to what I write
It may not be the best but it's my thoughts
And nobody can tell me how I should think
No one has a right to say how I should feel
Too many people trying to poison me
Trying to tell me what I should believe
What gives them the right to take away my hope?
What gives them the right to take away my faith?
It's all driving me crazy...
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 11:35 AM UTC
Trying to find...
scrambled words in your mind...
release your fears...
show what's inside...
A collection of words...
run rampid and crazed...
Locked tightly within...
as your heart wears thin...
Words to say...
refuse to let go...
There is no rush...
Just take it slow...
believe in yourself...
it may help you grow...
similarities seen...
struggling for order...
you're not alone...
you have a supporter...
... Kelcee All
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 8:26 PM UTC