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[aid] => mick
[title] => Breaking these chemical restraints
[time] => 2012-06-21 01:06:53
[hometext] => I'll stop my medicine but psychosis is waiting just around the corner..
[bodytext] => I feel my soul unsticking From what is me and what is reality as the lines get blurred my hips sink in the tremor in my hands has long eased ..thank god threw my medicine down the sink so tired of its torture let me be free, the ability to simply think of course its highly confusing to have thoughts cross over one another then run in and drown out each other have them yell at you from the back of your mind then break your concentration from their echoes on the outside where they were whispering.. now they are screaming the voices in my head rebounding in the air dumb slut stupid whore don't make me repeat anymore i don't wanna be chemically restrained any more, you understand? i miss reading Plath and not spilling every coffee in my shaking hands 'cos i've sat back as a spectator of life watching nothing but the evaporation of time and to be free of the chemicals in your bloodstream i feel that familiar euphoria once more to follow the white rabbit down his teasing illusion door oh darling. come sit by me and please don't be sad But I have no doubt in my mind I am going mad and everything we see and seem is all but within a dream of a dream my inner moonlight calls and I can't deny my following for the price of escaping exhaustion I will lose my functioning My playmates are back. Staring at me Through the window and I'll break open the security So I don't miss the show And it's all evaporating the contents of my personality My soul. My constraints. Everything in Me. Madness is natural; and the real world to me i'd still chose delusion over the anxieties of reality. and the words aren't forming the lines between reality are falling im tired of trying to live in this world of yours when the one inside my head makes sense to me more. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 348 [topic] => 59 [informant] => cherryamber [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )
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