Mental illness Poetry

Disorder in occupation
Lovers of no expactation
Missiles with feather appearance
are ending my convenience
Get the fuck out of your comfort zone
You came alone, you'll die alone
But don't say to Death that he won't last
he's going to eat the last of us
It's strange, it's like tears are almost missed
My black and white picture list
sit speechless in the drawer's dust
and represent my holy ash
for I was burned millions of times
I wrote my blaze in fucking rhymes
I think I 've let it to be known
everything's waiting in a row
to find their place and be a part
of my deep underground kind of art

When sadness says welcome back
when my option's waiting for some luck
In sorrow like life's dead everywhere
Me and my pain hide their affair
Why is it hard to exist but don't feel
I woke up in hell and thought that was the deal
Tomorrow never meets my hopes
A wedding dress that fits my corpse
this will be my last invalid will
don't ask of why, that's how I feel
Death always whispers in my ear
I always sense that he is near
and I'm afraid that all 'll be gone
things I've been trying for so long
But I don't care let him arrive
Inside his mind I'll stay alive
and laugh with irony at his archive
declaring I will never die
for I'm not written in any book
I put myself in my own hook
Creating gods and demons way
 life is the prize I have to pay

Despite all, all thoughts walk
towards my weird conscious fog
I wish it could be crystal and clear
what is it that I'm trying to heal

      “His eyes seemed to bleed as he shook against a piss-stained wall  
As he whimpered while going through an agonizing withdrawal,  
      “His flesh felt like it was peeling as he savagely start itching  
Causing bleeding wounds in which he begin licking,  
 
      “Rain dripped continuously on his dirty uncombed hair  
As his sweaty ass cheeks vice-gripped his week worn underwear,  
      “His mind in panic mode wondered what was taking his girl so long  
But the answer could be heard when he begin hearing her moan,  
 
      “Just inside she was doggystyle on a soiled bed  
Catching a deep gut check while giving drooling head,  
       “She willingly sacrificed her pussy for his uncontrollable drug habit  
Out of twisted love, because he had to have it,  
 
      “Like a picnic basket the dealers constantly stuffed her real good  
While every week she was passed around in the hood,  
      “In the beginning it was the first and fifteenth of every month  
Now on a regular they was devastating her twenty-one year old cunt,    
 
      “Sometimes after a fuck she could not even walk  
Unknown on how many STD’s she may have caught,  
      “Always wondering deep down ‘baby why’
The thought alone usually made her emotionally cry,  
 
      “Or whenever she looked at her man in his condition  
Disregarding her emotions she would always focus on her sexual mission,  
      “But on this particular day he was having a serious fit  
Yelling and banging on the door-he wouldn’t quit,  
 
      “One of the dealers fresh from jail snatched his ass in  
And forced him to watch as he power-fucked his girl again,  
      “Afterwards he told him if he wanted to get his shit  
He would have to suck his girl’s pussy juice off his herpy-infested dick,          
 
      “Pleading and looking at her man as the room filled with laughter  
She begged ‘no-I’ll let you fuck me in my virgin ass you sick bastard’,  
      “But his drugged mind was gone while wiping snot on his sleeve  
And in disgust she watched her man walk over and fall to his knees”.  
 

A dog
A park
Much foliage

You pitch the ball
She zips after it

Skips back
to slobber and tail-wag

Many years since
the days

The days when
it seemed like
you couldn’t be

The days when
you pondered an end
each nanosecond

Now, you have
your pooch

Now, to find
the pooch’s
perfect partner guardian