Poetry On Odyssey: Poems On Mental Illness
Poems about my experience with my mental illness.
Cracked Skulls
I am too much
I am too much
I am too much
though you never make me feel so;
you reach within me
& you find the simplicity
that i so desperately long for
I am too much
I am too much
I am too much
you crack open my skull to drain me
of all liability & contempt
that I feel for myself
& I stitch myself up as you go
I am enough,
with you
or without you.
The Haunting Of My Conscience
I'm afraid to expose my dark parts to you,
for I fear my ghouls will send you away
though, I understand;
I've grown accustomed to solitude
I am a home of cobwebs and bottled up spirits.
Secondhand News
I am the capture release of a Canon
but never the subject of the lens.
I am the observer of the passerby
but never the admired mystery.
I am the keystone of a storybook
but never the protagonist.
Strangers' beating hearts sculpt me.
I am secondhand news.
Emotionally Emotionless
my mind is a pen of invisible ink;
a screaming incubus of inhibition
but I am a blank canvas;
I persist in detachment.
Paper Lips // Haiku
sinful prose escapes
contemptuous paper lips
seizing my sorrow
Lazy Bones
lazy bones
you sequester me
you drain me of viability
lazy bones
I adore you
I adore your existence
lazy bones
I detest you
I detest you efficacy
lazy bones
how addictive
how bittersweet
Lonely Sunflower
I am merely a wilted sunflower
in need of nutrients that the cryptic
hollows of nutrients refuse to provide