Secrets – Poetry

In shadows deep where darkness derives
A haunting presence where terror thrives
Whispers echo through the nights surprise
A chilling touch a ghostly vibe

Eyes that gleam with an eerie glow
In the depths of darkness were secrets sows
A spectral dance a mournful sigh
A haunting melody that makes souls weep and cry

In the realm of shadows darkness reigns
Where specters lingers bound by chains
A shiver runs down the spine so cold
As the haunting tale of the unknown unfolds

Beware the depths where nightmares dwell
Where darkness weaves its wicked spell
For in the realm of the haunting unknown
The darkest secrets are forever sown

Wires – Poetry

Wires tried to take my light
Tiptoed through darkened night
And stolen sight
Hard to ignite
While tryna’ purge and fight these parasites

~~~

Wires can’t hang me from these lines

Wired – Poetry W/Audio

Cocaine – Poetry

Troubles stir up weeds strangle my opened brain

Roaming my veins and senses

I wear the memories

Mind collapsed

Kill the fucker

Cocaine!

INSANE!

Fingers

Mind bent

Lingers

Time spent

Triggers

Sinners

Went

Maze

For days

Grudge

Anything

Sluggish nudge

To be hugged

And loved

By drugs and street thugs

Alley tugs

Her spirit

Can you hear it

Screaming

Come to me

Come to me

Come to me!

NOOOOOO!!!!!!!

GET THE F*** OUT MY BRAIN!!!!!
Cocaine 

Cocaine – Poetry

Just say no! Either go on to the bitter ends jails, institutions or death or find a new way to live!

Marathons

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Hell Hath No Fury ~ Poetry

I bite my nails and stretch my neck hoping for a glimpse of compassion
~~~
I’ve rationed anger my love and affection
I’ve placed each betrayal filed away neatly in my mental collection
~~~
We came and we went
Trusting an illusion
~~~
Cloaked and masked as a love transfusion
~~~
Still bruised and lost in these contusions
Binge eating rage and misunderstood confusion
~~~
As he looked past me with shame
Danglin love like a carrot
Lost playing this dangerous game
~~~
I ask God for forgiveness for the Unforgivable
The unthinkable
~~~
I stare at our blood-stained sheets
His eyes blank with fear
And I know
~~~
Heaven is not my final destination
And I pray
For repentance 

~~~

I do not condone violence/domestic violence of any sort this is only poetry ❤️‍🩹

The Sky & You – Reblog Poetry

Another morning sparks
I hope you’re smiling
I’m so devoted to kissing you
That it makes me smile
In my sleep

(Poetry Pack)The Sky & You

Villanelle – Reblog Poetry

We understand there is both loss and gain
and much besides we cannot think to know
In trying to control the cycling brain

as we daily live with depths of pain
and wait to grasp the high amidst the low
We understand there is both loss and gain

and minds that bend and crack beneath the strain
or falter, limping, halting, slow.
In trying to control the cycling brain

we snatch the fleeting highs and yet retain
the memory of how we’ve suffered so.
We understand there is both loss and gain

in swing from scorching sun to drowning rain
and have our deepest feelings put on show
in trying to control the cycling brain.

A search for level ground remains the main
unfinished task that asks for yes or no.
We understand there is both loss and gain
In trying to control the cycling brain.

Bipolar Poetry

The Other Me – Poetry

I waited for her to walk in the door

With her ghetto diction

She was my affliction

My addiction

And the reason why I was stricken and sickened

And plagued by her rage that went way beyond adult age

I gave her the keys and offered her other things

That was dear to me

And taunted the other me

I was tempted to walk away

But I played the fool and stayed

Another day

And another

And another

And I was wrong because I stayed way to long

I was fighting with the knot that gripped my soul

And I knew she was the reason I was old and alone

No one ever told me it would be like this

Once I kissed her majestic lips

Frozen in a matrix of denial

And still

WAITING

ON

HER

THE OTHER ME (POETRY)

Homeless – Poetry

HOMELESS

FORMLESS

NONCONFORMIST

USELESS

LAZY

DIRTY

IGNORANT

PITIFUL

PLAGUED

MAN MADE

UNSOCIALIZED

CRITICIZED

TRAUMATIZED

IMMOBILIZED

SODOMIZED

GHOST EYES

CAGED UP RACE

PAINTED ON FACE

DISCIPLINED RACE

A LOST CASE

A F***** WAIST

LAZY

DIRTY

IGNORANT

PITIFUL

PLAGED

MAN MADE

SOCIALIZED

TRAUMATIZED

HOMELESS

***
Never judge a book by its cover ❤ Be kind ❤

Holly F25.9- Case study #4

I may leave the country with my psychosis in my backpack
~~~
I have been to the east but it was the south that was cruel
~~~
My name is Holly and I’m 27 years old
~~~
I’ve been diagnosed psychotic and schizoaffective
~~~
Bipolar 2 with psychotic features with dissociative identity disorder
~~~
Formerly known as multiple personality disorder
~~~
Diagnosis codes
F31.2
F25.9
F44.81
~~~
What the fuck does this even mean
~~~
They may have diagnosed me wrong
~~~
Mamma says I’m just wired different
~~~
I have Derrick, Mrs. Francis, Bubba and Maxine who live in my mind
~~~
(Whispers) The boogie man came in my room when I was 6 and I haven’t been right since
~~~
Maxine pretends to be my friend and is the loudest
~~~
She’s a bully
~~~
On many different occasions I’ve found myself in Kentucky Florida California and Ohio
~~~
Hell I live in Pennsylvania
~~~
I have little control over any of these personality
~~~
Why are they in here
~~~
I’ve asked them many times to go away
~~~
I’ve stopped asking because I find myself in the behavioral health hospital
~~~
I anger them and they all fight to stay
~~~
As if I really have the power to make them leave
~~~
I’ve tried I tell ya’
~~~
Derrick always has me in lesbian situations
~~~
By the time Holly returns the deed has been done
~~~
Maxine told my mother I was a lesbian
~~~
WHICH IS NOT THE TRUTH
~~~
I’ve been to the behavioral health hospital 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 10 times
~~~
The one I was born in
~~~
I’m 27 and the doctor who birthed me is now my doctor
~~~
How does one go from giving birth to diagnosing one crazy
~~~
My imagination transmits the conversation doctor and mamma have from behind the wall
~~~
Invisible lines that the last 3 presidents drew
~~~
They and the FBI and the CIA conspire against me
~~~
Am I crazy
~~~
I speak 4 or 5 different languages
~~~
I may leave the country with my psychosis in a backpack
~~~
I wonder if my laughter when I’m at the McDonald worries the cashier
~~~
I wonder if my PCP will 302 me again like all the times before
~~~
I stopped taking my meds because I know the FDA is trying to kill me
~~~
I wonder if they will accept me and my back pack in cuba
~~~
I guess we will shortly find out
~~~
My name is Maxine and please disregard all that Holly has written she’s not well

I Waved Goodbye ~ Spoken Word – W/Audio

I watched my joy flutter away
~~~
Like a butterfly
~~~
As I waved goodbye to something tangible
~~~
To something meaningful
~~~
While spirits mocked my lack of compassion for myself
~~~
For (me)
~~~
Half moon spoke (ed) to my soul
~~~
My ancestors tried to reach out to me
~~~
Through the dirt
A flower
The sun
And the rain
~~~
Strangers gazed at me
~~~
As if they knew me and could see my bones
~~~
The ones I’ve buried
~~~
And I watched myself
~~~
Walk away from me
~~~

And I waved

~~~

Goodbye