A Prayer
“Cut me.” I shudder
at my words. My strange
agreement, the hard edged offspring
of an often inconvenient trust.
A submission to
One greater
than I. The stars testify
and the intricacies of ant life
demonstrate wisdom. So I
remain still, anticipating
more pain. Resolved
to not escape or avoid or medicate
or anesthetize. Though I may find a way
to be surprised, It will come. Perhaps
exact and acute, a surgeon's knife;
perhaps chaotic and
messy, a car crash. Whichever,
Oh God tether me
to Reality, to Love
that does not make
sense to or agree with
the me that You
are cutting away.
untitled.
A boy once lived here,
who had sunshine to spare.
No problem too big,
his shoulder always there.
No quarrel too small,
too short, nor too long.
He’d lend you an ear,
criticize not one wrong.
Optimism inaccurate,
this boy shined too bright.
The glow of his smile
killed the coldest of nights.
The years passed him by,
yet he smiled harder still.
Vanquished despair!
Pain and anguish he killed.
He had talent much,
and arrogance few.
Spinning metaphors and axioms,
his heart simply true.
But he vanished one day,
’nary notes nor a trace!
And missed dearly he was,
that defiant, warm face.
'Twas but a month later;
what horrors they found!
No name could do justice,
no utterance, nor sound.
For that corpse of a boy
his skin taut and fair;
was none other than he,
who had sunshine to spare.
And there scrawled in blood,
on that cold wall of stone:
“The ones hurting most, without fail, bleed alone.”
Go inside the asylum
Go inside the asylum
Where flesh rots away
You'll want to find a way out
They'll tell you drugs are the only escape
But happiness wasn't meant to be chemical
Like love was never meant to be a metaphor
We want more
More then days in a hungover mindset
We want more
More then memories we spend our lives trying to forget
All for fear or regret
Grow
Or admit that you are dead
Go inside the asylum
You're not awake yet
There are tiny lights
Escaping your lips
Those words of life you spoke
Now lighting some of your darkness
Your heart is like cracked concrete
Oh, you need to concentrate
If you want to be free,
You'll need to do far more then just hide away
Go inside the asylum
There are things waiting for you
Once you're inside
It's your choice what you'll do
A brush with the devil will strengthen your spine
Keep standing and you'll be fine
Keep your head,
Oh precious one
Prove to the world that you're not the crazy one
Go inside the asylum
See what media tries to disguise
See people tearing away their flesh
People determined to starve to death
People trying to die
When they've been given precious life
The ladies in white shoving pills down their throats
Pumping their veins full of poison but calling it hope
Go inside the asylum
See what it's really like inside
Maybe then you'll want more
More then rebellion and resentment
More then freedom and enlightenment
Go inside
Stay a while
Flesh rots in there, smell it in the air
You're sane, and they know it
You're okay, but they'll try to disprove it
This worlds an asylum
Learn to live and survive
Maybe your sanity will save a life
-ashleyanne
Men’s Insanity
How now sweetheart you make me so happy", I love you he said.
You damn hoe" what the fuck am I doing with you in my life? You're nothing!
Honey you make me so happy, I can't believe you're mine. Another day at this and I end up crying.
Is he mad, he's so confusing, he wants me. Does he now? I don't know, I answered my question.
Honey thank you for breakfast and a wonderful night, it's now Monday and his eyes are bright.
It's weekend again and he's mad as hell. Come here you bitch! I gasp and begged for help.
Who are you begging no one can fucking hear you. What have I done now? I've been nothing but a good wife to you.
This took him by surprise and he hits me hard, blood splatters on the floor, the fridge and stains the wall.
I want to leave but how? I love him so and to him am bound.
Are you crazy, someone in my head ask. You'll die before you know it and for that I'm at lost.
He's here again and I'm scared. Honey am leaving you and for that he flared.
Leaving me? Are you mad? No I think you are I said as I listened to my heart.
His gun it's pointing at me then at himself and he cried and cried and cried.
I have a confession to make honey, I'm not the man you think I am I lied.
My eyes pop open chin to the floor and before I know what's happening so is his body. Breathless, he's breathing no more.
I found a note he had on him, it said therapy. Below written in bold is...
HONEY, PLEASE LEAVE. I love you but I can't stop and you'll end up dead before I can.