Psychosis

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Trapped within the confines of my mind,
The rest move on as I am left behind.
I fight hard to keep my demons at bay
But in the end I am left to decay.

Explain I must, to be a voice for the voiceless,
Pain I shall endure so our story may be heard with lucidity.
A bard for the deranged I choose to be,
So that my sodality may finally be free from insanity.

But how am I to be the spinner of yarns,
If my subconscious keeps me tightly bound,
My helplessness has no limits,
As I am shoved into the ground.

I finally give in to the dark beckoning of my mind,
Unable to tell you my story, words I cannot find.
Darkness all around, in grief I am drowned
Mind succeeds in keeping me shackled and crowned.

Hazed

School is supposed to be fun they say,
Yet I just spend time trying to keep my tormentors at bay.
Always fearing the bullies around the corner,
Preying on those they deem a ‘Loner’.

Passing through hallways trying to be a ghost,
Not to invoke the anger of those who boast,
About the pain and anguish they cause,
Not once do they think for a minute, pause.

Kicking and screaming I’m dragged to hell,
Always subjected to the same torturous cell.
While others tremble for their mundane beliefs,
I fear the children you see playing under the trees.

They corner me in class, boisterous laugh,
Hoping to be saved by a winged seraph.
Can’t be brave anymore, waiting to be set loose,
Maybe I should heed the dark calling of the noose.

The Painted Lady

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Ripples of color in every hue,

Temptress drags you in with baby blue.

Further and further into her swirl of paint,

Notice how there is no white, gown of the saint.

Shades of red, yellow and green,

Morphing into a tone that can only be a dream.

Constantly enchanted by the rainbows in her possession,

Until she finally bathes you in fiery crimson.

Basic knowledge of swirling dyes is what you lack,

Maybe then you would know that all hues together give black.

Hysteria

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Panic induced confusion,

Head spinning, life in motion.

Legs moving as fast as possible,

Footsteps approaching, screams inaudible.

Death catches up, bound and gagged,

Stabbed in the heart, away I am dragged.

Hidden away in the bowels of the earth,

Rotting in a closet awaiting rebirth.

Hoping someday for my remains to be discovered,

So finally irrevocable justice may be delivered.

Exposed

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Adorn the mask, hide your flesh,

This is the night, put on your dress.

Long flowing gowns of colors unlimited,

Dabbed with uncanny smears of scarlet.

A day to live as the monstrosities in the world,

Time to be one of the ghouls, terrors unfurled.

Roam about door after door, demanding candied sweets,

Maybe to appease the monster under the sheets.

Not the fabric that makes one horrifying and forlorn,

But the monster hidden underneath the layers of flesh and bone.

Halloween is a night different from the rest,

For we accept our roles as creatures, infest.

While the rest of the year we are truly human,

Masks of false pretense, veiling what is truly inhuman.

Inventing Shadows

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A walking corpse filled with anguish and dread,
The sign of a soul that has too often been bled.
Why would his bright light simply burn out ?
Possibly because he is damaged throughout.

Eyes once shined with the innocence of youth,
Now doused by the creeping melancholy of untruth.
Dark and twisted, the only facets of his character,
A battle to the finish where he is not the victor.

Everyday going through the same arduous motions,
Lacking steady faith or unmatched devotion.
He is but a shadow, a stigma on our society
Craving a full blown invasion of privacy.

Exist he does but on a whole other plane,
Stuck on this bleak level, bound by chain.
Creating a shadow but never to leave a mark,
Not on our lives but only in the dark.

An Unkindness of Ravens

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Perched upon the branch of an elder oak,
Eyes brimming with hunger, ebony cloak
Talons sharp, a blood stained jaw,
Eerily beautiful but with many a flaw.

Wings of black, known to be nefarious
Whoever thought this to be all, must be delirious
Mustn’t judge a book by its tainted cover
Although dark, a brighter personality you may uncover.

Widely reputed for its malicious behavior,
And famous for its merciless demeanor.
But in those void less eyes of oblivion,
Traces of wisdom seek dominion.

Intellect and madness are both one handed
Words of insight not to be demanded
An endless swirl of a dual personality
All mixed up in a single feathered entity

These beasts of onyx despise cowards
Only to the brave, knowledge it shall pass onwards
Approach the deity only if you are not craven
For you might have to face an Unkindness of Ravens.

Writer’s Dissolution

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Words and syllables spun of eloquent vocabulary,
Impellent thinking leads to an intangible slurry.
Calm your mind and the words will follow,
Weaving them into feelings, anything but shallow.

Wounded interior and a scarred soul,
Pain and Sadness resonating from my core.
Elaborate language your only remedy,
Fraudulent verbs my only clarity.

Geniuses we are not, just skilled at weaving,
A necessary sin to prevent sanity from leaving.
You believe us writers to be truly talented,
When all we have is a psyche that is multifaceted.

Commit this crime of passion we must,
Or crippled, we’ll be lying in the dust.
Our words, nothing but emotions of nature,
So when we die, we shall be immortalized on paper.

Writers write for they are egomaniacs,
A fancy poem our soul’s aphrodisiac.
Spinning words, the most heinous temptation,
Desperation for eternity our only salvation.

Inferno’s Masquerade

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Embers dance as flames follow
Matched head to head with the shadow
Eye to eye as the demons dance
Take a look or you might lose your chance

For this masquerade happens seldom
In the depths of their fiery kingdom
Where neither wears a cloak or mask
Both engulfed in the other as they bask

To separate them is out of the question
Since one does not exist without the other
Locked in an endless swirl of infinity
An exquisite duo befitting nobility

The inferno is ablaze as the darkness sets in
One step after the other, neither shall win
Together forever, fire and its shadow
An elaborate waltz that will leave you hollow