Moods

3rD Year Student

Clinically Insane, doesn't really have anything to loose,
knows where It sleeps.
Knowing How,
knowing why,
Not knowing when...

Now that is really Shit.
Looks like the property market is set for a dead-cat bounce after all, :-)

Might just wait a bit for all of this to blow
over
and
Then start hunting a wannabe 3rd year
shrink.
Who knows what a 3rd year student might misdiagnose in the confines of a “special” forum page.
It might be incorrect after all,

a Tool that was thought be
unknown.
A Purpose of misinformation, obfuscation and
terror...,
appropriated by a narcissist for nefarious
reasons

Might get It alone
In the dark without It's TECH
With something honed sharp
might just go insane at that precise instant, taking time...

Might use It's eyeballs for yo-yo beads in
breeding season
or It's face for a hat while doing a poky
dance...
Ware It's ears for a necklace
might fuck It's liver while It is still warm and
moist

Who knows?

That tart taste back in It's mouth yet?
This is where It puts the lotion in the basket

“PUT THE FUCKING LOTION IN THE FUCKING BASKET!!!”

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The Poets Block

 

What will I read tonight?

The pressure is driving me crazy

There were many days

Why have I been so lazy?

I have been pondering at the paper

For more than an hour

Nothing has transpired

My ideas and thoughts have turned sour

My bid to draw from the quietness of the library has failed

Even the skeleton,

I bet he was a poet like me

Devoid of thought hung on a tree

From the corner he stares with a grin

As pages after pages I bin

Mocking me from across the grave

“Nothing you can write can save”

From what my fellow poets will say

Their standards are so high

O GOD help me save the day

Send down an inspiration from the sky

Alas none came and here I sand

Reading this crap

Which even I fail to understand

A heart block I can reverse

But a writer’s block is far worse

It’s more like constipation

The harder you try the more difficult the motion

The moral of the story my friends

When you have an idea

Work on it then

Do not let it linger in your mind

Before it goes out of your hind

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I was struggling to write something for the "Poets in the bookshop" evening and this came out.

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Medicine

Folder: 
My Bi-Polar Poems

It's another day and I can't seem to find
where exactly it is I left my murky mind
due to another sleepless night
cause I failed to take my meds again last night.

It's hard to believe that others take
recreational drugs to emulate
what my brian does naturally
stuck again on a high, oh no, help me.

Being Bi-Polar means it does more than drain
but causes me at times to go a little bit insane
the intensity of my thoughts I can't escape
oh I wish I knew how to keep them in restraints.

Tonight I better take my medicine
so tomorrow I won't be lead into any type of sin
against anyone just because their there
cause chances are I wouldn't even be aware. 

Tomorrow night I hope I don't repeat
the actions that lead me into the same defeat
So I'll take my meds and get the guaranteed sleep
so my sanity I will have a chance to keep.

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

As I've said in my profile I suffer from a mental illness known as Bi-Polar I.  I tend to go nights without sleep unless I take my sleep meds which I hate taking because they cause me to feel so groggy.  I'm in a constant battle trying to medicate my mental disease appropriately dispite myself.  I happen to like the manic episodes.  So here is an example of my inner battle thoughts.

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