A culture of death surrounds me.
Needles prick my mind.
I cannot get the fuzz out.
My blood is poison,
it must be spilled.
I do not need my skin,
I am underneath.
In the darkness I sit
with my implements of madness.
In the darkness I see.
Who are you?
What are you doing here?
GET OUT!
I do not need you.
I do not need tomorrow...
and I am not confused!
YOU are confused! haha...
YOU! hahaha...
YOU! HAHAhahahahaha...
AAAAAHHHHhahahahahahha...
Author notes
...................................Nothing a good night's sleep can't cure...!
Music segment and face from 'In the Court of the Crimson King' by King Crimson, 1969
Words adapted from 'Epitaph' from same album.
Written October 21st, 2005
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It seems the mind has a host of torturpus games that it may play. Call it what you will. Many names have been attched to it. But that mind within the mind can crush even the greatest of hearts. So sad I think.
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hey, thanks- your looking at it spurred me to go back and improve a few haha's...
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Excellent poem. Well expressed. I have mental illness....mine is calls "Bipolar Disorder".
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Well my dear even though this may seem to be the gloomy doomy type of write I can somehow sense between your words that you truly did enjoy writing this. You and your off the wall sense of humor are too much like myself and would so enjoy writing something of this nature. I love every bit of it. It truly is something amazing to be able to write such a piece and have all think that the mood you were in at the time of creation was one that is perfectly fitting for such a piece as this. That my dear is a true talent. I hope you never lose it.
Blessings
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thank you, my bright angel!
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That's awesome!!! I really like that you added the song to it!!! It is really great!!! Keep up the good work AP Daddy!!!
Hugs,
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Well, Angela, this is really a free-spirit poem in disguise- I actually had fun with this one! OK, a happy/funny poem together it is!
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It's OK, mum, I actually had fun doing this one...!
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Ok, I am ready for us to do a happy/funny poem together..want to try it? I miss your funny free spirit poems..
but what ever you write it's always a pleasure to read! ~Angela
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Fabulous - the thoughts of restless nights when our only friends seem to be the shadows.
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Feed the mind thoughts of healing, health, goodness, and positivity and an epitaph like this is not needed. Dwell on life and living and greeting each day as if it were a clean slate and a new adventure, not the humdrum of everyday living that most perceive it to be. Look for reasons to rejoice and be thankful. That unexpected smile in the store. That polite driver that allowed you to go first, that nice young man who held the door open for you. So many acts of kindness and tenderness are tossed our way each and every day and they go unnoticed and unthanked. For every smile someone gives you... pass on to another... spread the joy!! Okay... enough mommy lecture. I just have this "thing" about gloom and doom and woe is me.
♥ Touchof1der
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ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh daddy, this was a good one
Cool poem ! love the back ground
your dark angelic daughter
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