Dreamer
He draws stars from his pocket
and throws them afar
like gems in bright swirls
creating galaxies in whirls
with unexplored worlds
in Goldilocks zones
giving life a home
where water freezes and steams
and the vital spark gleams
so that ichthyostega’s spawn
crawls from the mud
and one day may dream.
Aberrations
She bathes in the deep streams
of depravity sinking beautifully
in quicksand of forgotten truth,
an inelegant bird of flight
chewing and devouring reality
in her translucent shadows -
an empress of delusions
with a lop-sided tiara,
dancing in frenzy of morbid beauty.
Entrenched in corners of my mind,
she scorches me with forgotten sins.
Paralyzed by her fears of empty voids
of insanity, she opens up her soul
like parted oceans, watching the moon
illuminate her mind, suffocating her
essence in darkened waves of delusions.
Abandoned tarnished fears
inhabit her heart, mimicking sounds
of preying vultures, emptied by insanity.
Shadows are dark pits in psychosis,
huddled within her bones,
gelatinous promises of vacuumed
aberrations of sinewy threads.
And I am adrift in clouded wells
of her depraved mind, drawn
by forked electricity,
beauty of frenzied lunacy.
Split
My mind
Is stuck
In eternal
Vicious cycles.
I'm not
Quite sure
Who is me
And who is you.
Our bodies
Are the same,
My mind
Fragmented.
Into you
And me
Pour blood
And tears.
My art
Jewel toned
Razor edge
Of glass.
We scream
At each other
Because we're
Both real.
I whirl
And twirl
As you
Fall down.
But me
And you
Are subjective
To whimsy.
Our beautifully
Demented minds-
You and me
Intertwined.
Our world
Is of two
Yet we
Are of one.
Come in
And explore
Seeing double
In our world.
Demons In Freedom
There are flowers on my windowsill.
I don't know who they're from.
They smell like freedom
But I'm in chains
I can't stand their bright colors
They're making me crazy
I have to get rid of them
god they're so heavy
Throw them out the window!
Break the vase!
One petal remains,
A small token of freedom.
I tuck into my pocket
And sit back down on my bed.
Did I bring those flowers here?
I think I stole them from the hall.
I'm not supposed to leave my room
But the door was left ajar
And they can't expect me to stay.
If I sit still too long
My wallpaper comes alive
And I have to throw myself against the wall
To kill the demons there.
I rise again, to the window
And find a shard of the vase I smashed.
I hold it in my palm then make a fist
Until bright red blooms on my hand.
Such a lovely color...
It reminds me of freedom.
TWO BEAUTIFULLY DEMENTED MINDS
Do you have one?
Have what?
A demented mind.
Ha! Not me!
Yup, you do.
How so?
It takes you ten minutes to wash four dishes.
I like clean.
You change your pillowcase every night?
Of course. I like clean.
You scrub your kitchen floor every Saturday.
I like clean. When do you scrub yours?
Hmmm, maybe once a year.
What?
I'm not gonna eat off the floor.
Still....
You scrub your tomatoes, peppers, squash....
So? I like clean. You don't scrub yours?
I rinse them and rub the dirt off.
What?
Haven't gotten sick yet.
Just wait, you'll see I'm right.
You think?
You'll see.
What am I?
I don't know what I am.
I was just one once,
A bubbly child, playing with her thoughts.
But then another entity entered,
A vain girl, concerned with her appearance.
And yet another joined the pair,
An insecure teenager, worried about her place.
These three fought.
And out of the wreckage of the battle climbed another,
A broken woman, controlled by her doubts.
These four now reside, leaving me to wonder:
What am I?
The intrinsic value of uniqueness
Untouched by normal thought
Unrestricted and free
Uncaged and uncaught
Each idea liberated a self-creation
Unsullied by the boring
Seasoned with boundless imagination
Clever to the point of unbelievable
Moulded with the surreal
Wild to the point of inconceivable
Bubbles of senility
Drifting out relentlessly
Encased in a possibility
…this is a beautifully demented mind!
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Dementia diaries
I wonder
When was it that I had my lunch?
When was the last time I washed my hair?
Did I write to that friend I met in the library that day?
When is my next meeting with my doctor again?
But they don't really matter, as long as I am enjoying my hot cup of...
*sniffs*
...tea for now.
Wait, what did I come here for again?
Where did I put my favorite jacket?
What was my horoscope again?
Maybe that doesn't really matter either, as long as I remember my name...
...that is Judy, yes.
Today is Saturday, at least I remember that.
Where could it be that I've been planning for so long to go today?
Ah, it ought to be important but I guess I'd have to apologize to the person I'd made plans with.
I'm sure he will understand.
Oh, that's a pretty little flower,
I hadn't notice that here. How lovely.
Right, let's get my day going.
Well, at least I haven't forgotten my children's names.
Although, I don't know where they are today.
Maybe I should call...
...Christian, that's right. He's my eldest son, by the way.
He'll need to get dinner because I won't remember my way back if I go out.
I am Judy, I am...
...68, yep. Just checkin'.
I met a really nice little lady today at the park.
She was holding my arms and talking to me nicely.
She had an adorable dog that never left her side.
What a wonderful little pup.
I've just been in my bed today.
It's surprisingly cold.
Someone must have spilled some chemicals.
It stinks in here.
Hmm.. there's some songs going on.
Although I see only darkness.
Maybe I'm dead.
Hah! Finally. Now I can test myself to see if I could still remember after I die.
Um...
...my husband was...
...Stu...
...Steward. Hah! Right back at you, Alzhimer's.
The Howlers
On a table
Under a shadow
In my mind
There live the howlers.
Behind my eyes
Within my brain
Upon my tongue
They control my very soul.
Inside my hands
Beneath my words
Underneath my actions
They slither, driving me to sin.
Out of mind
Toward the abyss
Above the inferno
Howl with me now, devour the dark.