Amygdala Disjointed voices in her head, A cacophony of catalytic chaos Her unspooled nerves bleed a deep red. Blowing rings of grey in the air Yellow stained fingers cupping a cracked coffee mug Broken table and upturned chair.…
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Tortured Minds
Tortured Minds When a grieving heart hides its pain and smiles The tortured mind wields a tranquil paint brush Tear-streaked colours drip on the marble tiles. The glossy facade of a crumbling block Hides the peeling wallpaper and chipped…
Brutal Grief
Grief is a thorn in my sobbing soul Blood is slowly seeping from the hole My heart is chopped up, once I was whole My body is devoid of its soul. The smell of spices wafting in the air The…
Inside Out
Inside Out Horses riding the jockeys, cars on people Imagination or real, is hard to tell. This weirdly crazy cat, who will bravely bell? The neck looks fine from the outside, or not. The thyroid gland wears an under-active tie…
The Black and White Poem
The Black and White Poem The pearly white sun dripped inky black paint My world was a pitch-dark theatre An epic cinematic disaster The deafening screams grew quietly faint Some viewers trailed in with muddy feet Soiling…
Shining Light
Someone to talk to in the quiet moments Someone to lean on, a beautiful soul One who heals the emotional torments Pulls me out of the deep sinking hole. A heart so pure, cleanses with a touch A sweet…
I Walk With Invisible People
I walk with invisible people While out walking in the park I see All those who have passed by me The spirit world envelopes me All my departed loved ones I see I follow my…
Bruised Psyche
Occasionally I am all alone And I kind of prefer it that way I don’t have to pretend to be nice I can be as nasty as I may. When I desire some company, I hold conversations with…
Abstract Poem
What is abstract imagery? Is it when I drown in the dark depths of the ocean of grief? Or when the frolicking waves dance with my ecstasy? Do I let my emotions ebb and flow like the tides? Can the…
Writers or Magicians?
What is poetry? Outpourings of emotions Or is it something else? Can you solve this mystery? Writers are funny beings I don’t mean jolly, jovial In their heads some things, feel wrong and abnormal They are doomed either…
Weirdly Vibrant
Today we had a major fight He didn’t like the way I poured, washing liquid in the machine. He knows I never measure, ever So what was it really about? He got out of bed the wrong side?…