SUPER CRAZY POETRY

IT’S CRAZY IN HERE! (POETRY W/AUDIO)

I am wondering in this valley

With a shadow

Called death

Desperately trying every trick

To inhale my last breath

As the shadow kneels

It does everything in its power

To make me feel

What is not real

Peel me of my iniquities

My infidelities

This shadow plays mind games with me

It’s crazy in here!

And i can hear the sounds

That tries to keep me bound

To thine own self be true

I’m running from my shadow

Like that scary clown from school

I am screaming out for help

I am doomed to the top shelf

Like a broken piece of china

Labeled

Afflicted!

Addicted!

It’s the wicked things I tell myself

Whew!

It’s crazy in here!

And that thing

That silly thing

That god awful thing

Called fear

Keeps echoing between my ears

And all I can hear

Is

It’s crazy in here!

Here

Here

Here

Echoing

It’s crazy in here!

Here

Here

Here

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IV’E GOT TOMBSTONE IN MY MATTRESS (POETRY W/ AUDIO)

https://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/TOMBSTONE IN MY MATTRESS-on-monday-1

I got Tombstones in my Mattress 

Waiting for the next certain death

To join this grave site of men and women I have yet met

I deem it over before it begins

And I mourn these relationships

Over

And over again

I got Tombstones in my Mattress

And I practice pretending they aren’t their

Pot holes and traps for all who enter these tomb filled snares

I got ash cans and grey post

That line the belly of this seam

I got construction going on

In the trinkets of my dreams

 

In the pit of my Mattress

I call it the dead zone

There building a fortress

And fences

Calling it their home

And they aint even paying rent

I evicted two tenants

And  could care less where they went

 

I’ve got Tombstones in my Mattress

And I’m prepared to burn this dwelling place

Can’t sleep at night

Without these men staring in my face

See these tombstone have been accumulated for over twenty long  years

And there comfortable in my bed

Playing spade and swallowing down imported beers

See, I’m not sad

Depressed

Or angry

I just want these men gone

They’ve been sleeping in my bed with me for twenty years too long

I got diamonds hidden in these dirt filled tombs

Being smothered by dandelions and oversized poisoned mushrooms

My bed has become crowded

And the only person I’m angry at is me

Because I have allowed these men to literally enslave me

I got souls that I desperately need to set free

I keep these memories alive and I hate the reflection I see

I got construction workers knocking walls down building rooms to be filled

While I’m shoveling dirt working hard to empty this dirt filled mill

Gatekeepers come from nowhere, hired in this dark ground of doom

I’ve invited men in to fill these empty tombs

I cannot stand being cramped up in my own bed

I demised a portal

To people who has long time been dead

They are decomposed

It’s God awful that there locked in a trench

I’m not sure how much longer I can tolerate this awful stench

Every tombstone has a different face

And a different name

But they’re not much different at all

Really their all the same

There was mark who sexed me

And Todd who rejected me

There was Troy that used me

And Nyla who soothed me

And him who raped me

And daddy who hates me, the one who shaped me

Demetrius escaped me

The one who beat me and the one who cheated on me

The one I slept with in the name of love

And the one I kept around as company

Just because

How can I forget the one who stays trapped in my head

I got all these people living in my bed

So excuse me if my thoughts are on a constant blink

It’s been a long time since I got a good night’s sleep

I am on the brink of

Some evictions

INSOMNIA (POETRY W/ AUDIO)

https://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/INSOMNIA -poetry

Finger tips and microchips dissect my random thoughts

While movies play obsessively of all that daddy taught

I’m here once a week tryn’a get the bugs out my head

But the only thing this quack does is prescribe another fuckin med

Bugaboos and daja vu’s taunt my twisted brain

Perplexing me and vexing me

Take me out these fuckin chains

I shift my body loosely tryn’a pull back on the reins

But these voices keep whispering to me

Saying

VOICES: You know you’re fucking insane

Clouds of shame

Socially stained

Fully engulfed in this cryptic game

I can’t escape these aweful memories

So  I try and write away the pain 

I lay there blamelessly

As he dissects my twisted mind

ME: Yea I know

As he looks ahead and says

DOCTOR: Were out of fucking time

Finger tips and microchips dissect my twisted thoughts

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

Finger tips and microchips dissect my twisted thoughts

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

Finger tips and microchips dissect my twisted thoughts

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

Finger tips and microchips dissect my twisted thoughts

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

Finger tips and microchips dissect my twisted thoughts

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

Finger tips and microchips dissect my twisted thoughts

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

Finger tips and microchips dissect my twisted thoughts

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

Finger tips and microchips dissect my twisted thoughts

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

While tapes play obsessively of all that daddy taught

ME: Yea I know

DOCTOR: Were out of fucking time

PROZAC (POETRY)

 

I’m lost, and I’m trying to find my way back.

Where am I?

Who are you?

I’m schizo and you look schizo too.

How do I get out of this fucking box?

I’m walking but I can’t feel my feet.

I’m being pushed by a fiery heat.

OUCH!!!

That hurts.

STOP!!!

Where the fuck am I?

It’s dark.

I can’t see.

WILL SOMEONE TURN ON THE FUCKING LIGHTS!!!

Wait! Wait!

This can’t be right.

Something’s wrong.

Where are the damn lights?

It’s dark.

Shit, I’m scared.

This is weird.

Damn, it’s HOT.

WILL SOMEONE TURN THE DAMN HEAT OFF!!!

PLEASE, PLEASE….

Ok, ok let me calm down and figure out how the hell I got here so I can get the hell out.

Ok, think.

The last thing I remember.

What was the last thing I remember?

Oh, I was with that guy and he was so, so fine.

Shit, I’m drawing a blank.

My eyes are getting heavy.

I. Just. Want. To.Go. To. Sleep.

BITCH WAKE UP!!!

BITCH WAKE UP!!!

WHERE WAS I?

Oh, oh ok I remember.

The bathroom.

I was in the bathroom.

That man was with me.

I can’t keep my eyes open.

OPEN YOU’RE FUCKIN EYES.

Come on open, open…

It feels like I’m watching a movie.

This shit is crazy.

I have got to pull myself together.

It’s the PROZAC.

Yeah.

The fucking PROZAC…

FUCKIN WITH MY HEAD!

I need to get off these drugs.

HEY!!!

HEY YOU OVER THERE!!!

Where the fuck are we?

Hey, where you going?

You can’t just leave me here.

Shit I. AM. FADING.

It feels so good.

Oh please let me fade.

It feels too good to come back now.

GRAB MY HAND!!!

COME ON GRAB MY HAND!!!

I have got to leave those fucking drugs alone.

Mental note…

Need a bigger bathroom.

Thank you, Insanity.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

PROZAC

I’m lost, and I’m trying to find my way back.

Where am I?

Who are you?

I’m schizo and you look schizo too.

How do I get out of this fucking box?

I’m walking but I can’t feel my feet.

I’m being pushed by a fiery heat.

OUCH!!!

That hurts.

STOP!!!

Where the fuck am I?

It’s dark.

I can’t see.

WILL SOMEONE TURN ON THE FUCKING LIGHTS!!!

Wait! Wait!

This can’t be right.

Something’s wrong.

Where are the damn lights?

It’s dark.

Shit, I’m scared.

This is weird.

Damn, it’s HOT.

WILL SOMEONE TURN THE DAMN HEAT OFF!!!

PLEASE, PLEASE….

Ok, ok let me calm down and figure out how the hell I got here so I can get the hell out.

Ok, think.

The last thing I remember.

What was the last thing I remember?

Oh, I was with that guy and he was so, so fine.

Shit, I’m drawing a blank.

My eyes are getting heavy.

I. Just. Want. To.Go. To. Sleep.

BITCH WAKE UP!!!

BITCH WAKE UP!!!

WHERE WAS I?

Oh, oh ok I remember.

The bathroom.

I was in the bathroom.

That man was with me.

I can’t keep my eyes open.

OPEN YOU’RE FUCKIN EYES.

Come on open, open…

It feels like I’m watching a movie.

This shit is crazy.

I have got to pull myself together.

It’s the PROZAC.

Yeah.

The fucking PROZAC…

FUCKIN WITH MY HEAD!

I need to get off these drugs.

HEY!!!

HEY YOU OVER THERE!!!

Where the fuck are we?

Hey, where you going?

You can’t just leave me here.

Shit I. AM. FADING.

It feels so good.

Oh please let me fade.

It feels too good to come back now.

GRAB MY HAND!!!

COME ON GRAB MY HAND!!!

I have got to leave those fucking drugs alone.

Mental note…

Need a bigger bathroom.

Thank you, Insanity.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

BIPOLAR (RANDOM WARNING)

WARNING…

THE PEACE MAKER MADE ME POST THIS

THE SKITZOFRANTIC 52 YEAR OLD CAUCASION MAN WARNED HER NOT TO

HE BELIEVES THIS SITE IS FOR BELIEVERS, DREAMERS

AND THE HIGHLY MOTIVATED AND THEY ALL WANT HIM DEAD

THERE ARE ABOUT 8 PEOPLE WHO LIVE IN MY MIND

OF ALL DIFFERENT NATIONALITIES, SIZES, AGES AND GENDER

SCREEMING TO BE HEARD

THEY ARE ALL TRYING TO GET ALONG IN SUCH A SMALL SPACE

NOT ALWAYS EASY

I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE IF YOU READ ANYTHING OFFENSIVE OR CONTROVERSAL

I HAVE VERY LITTLE IF ANY CONTROL OVER ANY OF THEM

O BOY,,,

HOLD ON FOR THE RIDE…..

UNTIL WEE MEET AGAIN,,,,LUV YA, LATOYA

GIT HIM AND GIT HIM GUUUD!!! ( CRAZY POETRY)

GIT HIM AND GIT HIM GUUUD!!!!

IT TOOK EVERY gOD I EVVA KNEW NOT TO BURN HIS MOTHA FUCCKIN HOUSE DOWN!!

I  AM MAD AS HELL I AINT GOT MONEY FOR BAIL, SO I BETTER CHILL

AINT NO HALLA BACK NOW, WHAT HE DID WAS FAUL

SO, I WANT TO GIT HIM AND GIT HIM GUUUD!!!!

I’M SEEING RED

AS I WATCH THEM BOTH IN MY BED

HIM GIVING MY MAN WHAT LOOKED LIKE SOME MEEEEAAAN HEAD

THE CHIC FROM KILL BILL WONT HAVE SHIT ON ME

I WILL START WITH HIS LOVER, MAKE HIM WATCH, MAKE HIM SEE!!!

I’M READY TO SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE IN JAIL

I MIND AS WELL GO ALL THE WAY

I’VE ALREADY BEEN LIVING IN A CELL

THEY BOTH CAN GO STRAIGHT THE FUCK TO HELL

THIS CANT BE MY REALITY

HOMOSEXUALITY

A PREFERENCE, A PERSONAL REFERENCE

BUT OH GOD NOT MY MAN!!!!

I KNOW I NEED TO CALM DOWN

BUT I KEEP HEARING THAT EVIL SOUND

THAT SAYS

GIT HIM AND GIT HIM GUUUD!!!!

I KNEW IF I DIDNT, ALL THE OTHER WOMEN HE HURT WOULD

SEE, I KEEP TAKEING MYSELF BACK TO DOUBLE DUTCH, HOP SCOTCH AND JAX

I KEEP THINKING ITS SOMETHING I LACK

BUT THAT CANT BE SO

CAUSE I AM A WOMAN!!!!

BRIAN LAMEL WAS MY DRUG OF CHOICE AND I WAS ONLY 6

SOME MALE TRICK IS NOT THE FIX FOR WHAT I NEED

I WANT TO SEE HIM BLEED FROM EVERY HOLE I POKE

AND WATCH THE DEBRIS AFTER THE SMOKE

TURN HIM INTO A JOKE

AND I WILL BE THE JOKER

I KEEP HEARING THAT EVIL SOUND THAT SAYS

GIT HIM AND GIT HIM GUUUD!!!!

MY DADDY IS WHERE IT STARTED

AND I WANT TO GIT HIS ASS TOO!!!!

I’M TO SEXY FOR MY SHIRT IS WHERE IT WILL END

I WANT HIM DEAD

I WANT HIS MAMMA DEAD

I WANT HIS DADDY DEAD

I WANT HIS FAMILY DEAD

LIKE SOME SHIT OFF OF THE SOPRANOS

EVERY MAN KNOWS THAT A WOMEN SCORN IS LIKE 500 PIANOS PLAYING THE

“DUN, DUN, DUUUUUUN” TUNE

WAITING ON DOOM

I WANT HIM WRAPPED IN SHEETS

50 FEET DEEP

HE TOYED WITH MY HEART WHEN HE SAID HE WAS PLAYING FOR KEEPS

AND FOR THAT

I WILL

GIT HIM AND GIT HIM GUUUD!!!!!

MY GIRLDFRIEND SAID…

“MILLIONS OF WOMEN ARE LIVING WITH OUT HIM”

“WHY CANT YOU”

I KNEW WHAT SHE WAS SAYING WAS TRUE

I PULLED MYSELF TOGETHER

I DID CRY FOR A WEEK

I’M TO SOFT FOR ALL THAT KIND OF HEAT

I WILL ACT LIKE I DONT KNOW HIM WHEN I SEE HIM IN THE STREET

I AINT GOING TO JAIL INSTEAD I WILL JUST PRESS

DELETE