The Insanity of the Sane....for my sister
Lost in her own domain
Where insanity flies on the wings of fly's
Where putrid pain loiters pon the thread of dread
Screaming for release
'PLEASE! ' she howls sobbing
Distraught
Again and again
Ignored whilst pounding the solid white door
Where this mighty little sprite
Rigid in one thought
To just walk
Yes walk to feed her lonesome cat
She cannot forget that
He maybe starving
(she does not see the reality)
But she feels the searing pain
The agony
The blood which slips from
Within her sock
She stops, slumps upon the floor
Slips off that sock
Her toe is gone
Her little toe removed by her own anger
She screams
A gathering of patients join in her trauma
Call for help
Ask for help
Beg for help
Screaming messy minds one end of the corridor
At the other end
Staff sit in the staff room casually sipping tea
For nearly half an hour
Ignore the dreaded plea's
Ignore the risen tempo
Just sit and sip their tea
How effing could they?
poem by Karen Sinclair
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Screaming pain
The silent screams inside
Nobody does hear
But me.
The screams of fear.
The screams of pain.
The screams of past pain endured.
No body knows.
The screams of hurt.
The screams that huant.
The screams of despair.
The screams of loneliness.
The screams of death.
Im screaming inside out.
With nobody to hear
Im screaming with pain.
Im screaming and screaming
Let me forget
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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The mask
It dosen't fit me at all very well.
But it matters not you see.
Becuase many people do not wish to see the real me.
So they turn away leaving me all alone.
Even when it obvious I am hurting.
They think if I ignore it.
All the pain will subside and go away.
But I can not ignore it.
The pain is always there.
Rape and sexual abuse
Along with depression and wanted death.
I can't ignore it.
The pain is to deep and raw.
And those who havent been through it.
How do they know how I feel.
Listen to my screams of the night.
Another nightmare.
The journey is not to end.
They say I should forget.
And move on with life.
How can I How?
So to spare the pain.
I put on my mask
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Triple Homicide
I'm glad the fighting's stopped
the house is silent
empty
this is how I like it
no yelling
no fights
no broken glass
silence
when they're both gone I'm happy
but when they come home
I go straight to my room
I try to be quiet
as I listen to music in the closet
the fight begins
there screaming
this time I hear my name
I ignore it
not wanting to join the fight
my dad bursts in yelling for me
my window left open he screams
he thinks I'm gone
I thought quickly
as my mom ran in
silence
silence
silence
my dad yells again
at my crying mom
I cry silently
as she's pulled from the room
screaming
I hear a gunshot and I jump
grabbing a pocket knife
from my jacket
the cries stop
then another shot
a loud thump
as a body falls
I climb out of the closet
knife in hand
blood pouring out my
parents bedroom door
silence
I open the door and see two
bodies on the floor
a gun in my father's hand
silence
silence
silence
then sirens
and cops coming around the corner
so I take the gun from my dad
hold it to my head
a loud pop
then
silence
silence
silence
t he cops would
call this a triple homicide
or double homicide and suicide
but I call this
a family
who needed help
poem by No Reason To Care
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Caught
Insanity, just a word used to sum up
All the things they've heard
All my deeds, all the blood, all the drugs
What i did to those pretty little girls
Pieces that were missing in the puzzle i created
Children in the streets
Lying decapitated
Inviscerated, with their tongues cut out
"What demon could do this?"
People like to ask
I read the tabloids
I like to laugh
I am a monster from their dreams
I am what they'd like to be
I can get away with this
I can be free
I can walk down your street
And you wouldn't even notice me
I am the malcontent
That slips through the cracks
I am the nightmare
That always comes back
I can't be caught
I am above the law
The blood of millions rampant in my mind
No reparation from this crime
I am a criminal only in thought
I'll plunge this knife into your heart
Trust in you was a lost cause
Faith in god was a lost cause
A darkened corridor slick with the bloodshed
A hand that is mine, spattered in red
Trust in this was a lost cause
Faith in this was a lost cause
Screams that are muffled
Drowned out, drowned out
Out of breath
Screams that are muffled
Drowned out, drowned out
Out of breath
Run, run, you can't hide
Hide, hide, but you'll die
Run, run, you can't hide
Run, run, you can't hide
I am the monster from your dreams
I am what you'd like to be
I am the malcontent
That slips through the cracks
I am the nightmare that always comes back
I cannot be caught
I am above the law
I cannot be caught
I am above the law
No law, not gods, no faith
Humanity is not what i suffer from
Humanity is not what i suffer from
song performed by by Velvet Acid Christ
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Yes I’ve seen a lot of pain
Just couldn’t stand the sight
Didn’t dare to spell it
Fearing it will bring more
Unbearable
Pain screaming quilt
Pain screaming justice
Pain screaming revenge
Pain screaming hurt
Pain screaming PAIN
Screaming more pain
More pain
More and more
More and more
Pain whispering
How dare you to be happy
Whispering
There’s nothing you can do with me
Whispering
You can’t fit me anywhere
Whispering
All you create is more pain
Whispering
You’ll destroy whatever you touch
Whispering
I’m feeding myself on you
Whispering
Eventually I will kill you
Whispering more pain
More pain
More and more
More and more
Sorry I just had to run away
Unbearable
2010.
©M iroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Put a Sock In It
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Many getting sick of the pickiness started.
And when it gets sticky they can not stop.
Instigating agitation with annoyance.
Dropping all they've got to tie a mind in knots.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Can't you see them strike poses and begin to 'cheese'.
Then plop on their knees,
To make their pleas.
These same folks cry about bad luck.
With claims their butts are stuck in ruts.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Folks have had enough,
And fed up!
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Folks have had enough,
And fed up!
Folks have had enough.
Folks have had enough.
Folks have had enough.
And fed up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm Dying inside
I'm dying inside, crying, bleeding, screaming
but no one can tell because I keep a straight face
on the inside i feel like killing myself
i feel like i have no reason for living
like something is eating my insides
There is a voice in my head telling me to just die
That no one wants me and sometimes I feel like its telling the truth
My inside hurts they're screaming at me because of the pain
I've tried evrything but nothing works
What should I do about the bleeding that I feel inside of me about the screaming about the pain
I cant take the pain the bleeding the screaming
I must do something
I must go somewhere where the pain will go away where everything bad goes away
I know what to do but I'm scared
But the pain the bleeding and the screaming is getting worse
I do what i have to do
I take they knife and put it through my chest
I wake up and the pain the bleeding and the screaming inside me are gone
I have gone to the better place where ther is no pain
Where there is nothing that can hurt me
There is no more dying inside me
The pain the bleeding and the screaming are all gone
poem by Nicki Faith
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My mental pain
The pain inside me
The mental pain inside me
Makes physical pain seem like a walk in the park
But that’s just half
Of this story
Do you know how it feels for no one to hear you screaming
Its like time stood still
I’ve lost it… oh well
Time is now standing still
Why should one heart feel so much pain
And who will be the death of me
How long will It take for you to see
The damage, the carnage
Your words, your actions
have done to me
You words, your actions
Cause the pain inside me
Your words, your actions
Cause the mental pain inside me
poem by EmOzEd johnston
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~*Confusion*~
drifting away from reality
losing all practicality
I close my eyes once more
and sink to the floor
there's nothing to hold on to
I'm screaming out 'WHERE ARE YOU? ! '
all I can see is swirling confusion
it's infectiong me like a poision
I see the faces of pain
I see the never ending shame
I see the drops of blood
spilling into my vision like a flood
there's nothing to hold on to here
only pain, suffering and fear
I'm screaming out, 'someone, help me.'
I'm falling into never ending eternity
poem by Arianna Loshnowsky
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I Turned You On
I turned you on
Now I can't turn you off
I turned you on
Now I can't turn you off
What a good, good feeling
A great sensation oh you and me baby
A good combination
Sock it to me, sock it to me
Sock it to me, sock it to me
Baby I started but I can't stop
I admit that I started baby
Oh but I can't stop it
What a good, good feeling
A great sensation oh you and me baby
A good combination
Sock it to me, sock it to me
Sock it to me, sock it to me
And get it George
Oh I turned you on sock it to me
Sock it to me, sock it to me
I turned you on
But I can't turn you off
Baby I said I turned you on
But I can't turn you off
Come on girl light my fire
Set me a little bit higher wooh
Round and round and up and down we go
Where we gonna stop baby nobody knows
Sock it to me, whip it to me
Give it to me, sock it to me
Sock it to me
song performed by by Isley Brothers
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Anger fills my heart and soul
Anger fills my heart and soul
Anger takes a mighty toll
Anger lessens but can never leave
Anger you hope to never receive,
Anger stays forever within
Anger acts with the might of all sin
Anger is deadly to all around
Anger gets mad at the thought of sound
Anger is the thoughts in my head
Anger that’s mine all should dread
Anger for me is different from you
Anger you see tells me what to do
Anger will sit and whisper in my ear
Anger he sits and tells me all that you fear,
Anger…
He is here
He’s here to stay
Anger is the hole
In which we lay
Anger is
And Anger will
Always be with us
He is in me, and he is in you
He can make you do
What he wants you to
Anger will make you
Make you cry
Anger can make you
Want to die
Anger can make you
Go insane
Anger….. ... A blood filled rain
No more anger
No more…..
Walk to the bright light
Shinning through that door…
Not knowing what’s in store
But even then
Anger lives on
But you… nevermore
poem by Jacob Hill
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Walk Casually Into The Sun
As I walk along my chosen path I know there is work to be done.
As I walk casually into the sun
As I stare at the marquis that bares my name I wonder how long will my show run
As I walk casually into the sun
As I ponder each step and charted course to my next action I ponder, have I yet begun?
As I walk casually into the sun
As the road gets rocky does this mean a rocky road or just loose pebbles undone
As I walk casually into the sun
As I look down at my feet and then at the sky, I think where am I what have I become
As I walk casually into the sun
As a boy I was a wimpy kid knowing it did not feel right, myself, I would not shun
As I walk casually into the sun
As greatness goes, it is not always great, . Greatness always is, I am the one
As I walk casually into the sun
As a man the plan was always this, to be great you must do what you love
As I walk casually into the sun
As I am in the now I know this, be great for those you love only then will you rise above.
As I walk casually into the sun
poem by Vincent Tinto
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My skin is screaming
My skin is screaming.
Screaming loud and clear.
My body and mind now joins the screams.
Needing and wanting the pain.
Needing the pain so I can feel.
Wanting the pain to drive out the inner pain.
so without a second thought I cut and cut again.
The scars lokk a mess.
But the scars, they telll a story.
They tell the story of a life with no glory.
The life filled with missery.
This is why skin screams.
Just to cut out the memories and the hell.
Of past events.
My skin mind and body needs the pain
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Ingorance
I try so hard just to be nice to you
but then you ignore me making me blue
i am dying more and more everyday
i change in every way
i feel like bleeding from my eyes
I am going isane inside
I would do anything for you but you just ignore me
i am stuck my visions gone blurry
WHy do you have to hurt me soo much when all im doing is trying to help
Im just being your friend and your being something else
why why must you hurt me so
You torment me with out even trying
You are killing me i'm dying
i go on everyday with a fake smile
Wishing for just a little while
that you'll change your mind and be nice to me
but dont and everytime it brings on the insanity
suicide flashes through my head every minute
i can barely cope with it
maybe that rope around my neck will feel good
maybe the bullet through my chest will take the pain i gained from you
i am screaming on the inside and no one can hear my call
do i matter at all
i am tired of trying so i think i'll give up
with life i've had enough
poem by Jean Pullman
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The House Of Pain
welcome
to the house
of pain...
rehab pain
driving insane
intense agony
dark legacy
of an instant
of an accident
all muscles
instant torn
in right leg
limp weep on
limp on pain
to recovery?
patchwork leg
green blue black
blue hand prints
bruised muscles
littering agony leg
from right buttock
down to bruised
ankle screaming
swollen sorry foot
pain body
cannot carry
pain soul
cannot endure
pain raw by day
screaming seconds
pain blasting
pulsating
twisted muscles
knotted knarred
internal fire aflame
locked in pain
wearing down
resolve unrelenting
weeks enduring
rehab pain
driving insane
intense agony
welcome
to the house
of pain...
poem by Terence George Craddock
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It's Your Thing
It's your thing
Do what you wanna do
I can't tell you
Who to sock it to
It's your thing
Do what you wanna do now
I can't tell you
Who to sock it to
If you want me to love you, maybe I will
I need you woman, it ain't no big deal
You need love now, just as bad as I do
Make's me no difference now, who you give your thing to
It's your thing (It's your thing)
Do what you wanna do
I can't tell you
Who to sock it to
It's your thing (It's your thing)
Do what you wanna do now
I can't tell you
Who to sock it to
It's your thing (It's your thing)
Do what you wanna do
I can't tell you
Who to sock it to
I'm not trying to run your life,
I know you wanna do what's right,
Ah, give your love girl, do whatever you choose,
How can you lose, with the stuff you use?
It's your thing (It's your thing)
Do what you wanna do
I can't tell you
Who to sock it to
It's your thing (It's your thing)
Do what you wanna do
Don't let me tell you
Who to sock it to
Let me hear you say it's my thing (It's your thing),
I do what I wanna do......
song performed by by Isley Brothers
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Soldier's Reality
The drums of war beat in the distance,
A constant beat of gun shots.
The men and boys fighting.
Waiting for the war to end, to go back home.
They sit in the cover of the long grass,
Guns loaded, hearts pounding.
They wait for a signal, a sign,
To rise, run, and fire.
Till then they sit, watching, bullets passing by.
They watch people falling, their lives leaving.
Nothing matters to them except that they live,
That they get to see their family again.
Smoke hangs in the air,
A thick mist that reminds them that they're at war,
Keeping them in reality, keeping their eyes open.
The constant rhythm of guns against heart beats,
Both pounding, both screaming.
The black sky closing in on them,
Keeping them in the small battle that they can not escape,
They move back from the front line,
Move away from the fire, the death.
Some walk, some run, some cry, some pray,
But they all move on.
They all go back to camp, to wait for more death and pain.
For tomorrow.
The talking goes late into the night.
Men and women desperate for happiness,
They sit around guns in hand,
Ready for anything.
The shooting never stops, never leaves their minds,
Even in the depths of this black night,
Nothing ends except the next person's life,
Nothing is right, nothing is normal, nothing feels real,
But in truth and in the midst of everything so surreal,
This is the soldiers reality.
by: bethany M.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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My Dark Dreams
I'm in the dark
And I'm lost
In my mind, screaming
Through the empty
Space, filled with no light
All I hear is my echo
I listen and hear the echo
Of silent breaking through the dark
Nothingness that consumes any light
That I don't see, in this lost
Place of empty
Dreaming, in which I scream
Soon as it stops, the screaming
High painful cry, and the echo
Fades, leaving me again in the empty
Hallow thoughts of my dark
Sleep, and wander through my mind lost
Of what I had, it was my light
What I had was like a warm light
That held me from the bitter screaming
Of the cold, it found me when I was lost
It covered me like a blanket, and echoed
Through my soul, with it I was never in the dark
And never left empty
Now, in my sleep, I am empty
The warm blanket of hte light
No longer holds me, but exposes me to the dark
And painful piercing screams
Of my own voice echoing
In my nightmares of what I've lost
I am lost
In the emptiness
Of my own pain, that echoes
Through me, and all I want again is the light
For it I scream
In my dreams, but all I get in the dark
I dream of the dark and I'm lost
My screaming is only heard by the empty
Space in my mind, where light shined, but there is only echo.
poem by Nicole Hiebing
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My awesome amazing rainbow sock
Sitting on my bright green clock
Just waiting for a walk
Is my amazing rainbow sock
It will just sit there and mock
Like an mean old jock
As still as a rock
On my bright green clock
But it I will never walk
I only have one amazing rainbow sock
poem by Samantha Garnett
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Used to be Hero
Patricia,
Do you know? Do you remember? Things from long ago? Do you know that you used to be my hero? The person I thought I could always talk to? Do you remember when I called you mom?
I wish this letter was addressed to her; the woman I called mom; my hero. I used to think about asking dad where did you go; then I realized he was never there. So instead I realized the appropriate question for him is 'where have you been'. It was my hero who left me. It is you I must ask 'where did you go'. You used to be my hero.
Once upon a time,
You lived in Newell; Dad lived in Nisland. Matt and I we were at your house for the night. Mattie slept in our bunk in the back room. I slept on the floor in the livingroom. To raised voices I awoke. Daddy was drunk and you were fighting. You told him to leave and he grabbed Mattie. He took him out to his truck and you locked him out. To the door I ran screaming for Mattie, scared for my little brother. Not caring for my safety. You locked the door and pulled me back. Daddy soon was at the door screaming and pounding at the door for you to let him get his stuff. You ignored his rants and raves and called the police. I watched from the door as they arrived and Daddy, he put up a fight. The cops asked once, they asked twice, soon he was on the ground and put in vice. On his wrists they slapped the cuffs and dear little mattie was brought back to us. In the back of the police car Daddy went.
The End
That night you were my hero. You kept Mattie and me safe from Daddy when he was drunk. I only have one question for you now. Where did that Mommy go? My hero.....the person who was supposed to teach me everything in life. Your life seemed to fall apart in front of my eyes, but I did not see your pain. Only the pain inflicted on Mattie and me. I wish you could still be my hero, but that was lost a long time ago.
.
poem by Cathy VanDorn
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