Dysthymia Arrhythmia

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Photo credits to abstractionnation

Hey there! the stranger from yesterday
I’ll take your services to end my disarray
What? You ran out of receipt?
Well stay instead, cause you’re in for a treat

Sorry mate,
but I sold my soul for cheap,
Will you still stay when there’s nothing that you can keep?
Just put it on my tab,
Add an interest to that
I’ll pay you in full when I get out of rehab

Let’s eat!
The bestseller is bloodmeat
A dish best served for cold hearts and stuttering feet
Then take a sip on their float,
Til’ our intestines bloat,
And let’s end this evening on a high note

I’ll spill my guts, literally on you
Cause I took a bite, a bit more than I can chew
Your words are poison, a taste I knew before
But the antidote’s out, so I’m begging for more

Use a bludgeon in my mouth
The words are stuck from fear and doubt,
If I expectorate my madness,
Will you decipher what it’s about?

Had I kept my pace faster, would time for sleep be enough?
Now all I’ve become is a false diamond in the rough

*So I’ll scour you with stone,
Rip the mask that you’ve shown,
Why can’t you live in my heart
And leave my poor head alone

Tar stains accumulate,
Anxious thoughts promulgate,
I’ll write your eulogy in this piece of blank slate
And in return,
Write my name in an urn
Restrain me inside when I finally crash and burn

I injected apathy in an attempt to disengage,
But mission failed, I’m declining with age

End this racketeering
Bullsh*t beckoning
Can’t you see that this is my reckoning
Disturb someone else’s sleep,
Cure my insomnia
You’re just a product of my worsening dysthymia

* Supposed to be the chorus (but shortened). This is another song-turned-poem of mine.

Been out for a month due to busy schedule and sh*t. But unbelievably, I’m still getting some peekers. So, thank you!! 🙂 

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Ethereal Blood-smeare

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A strike of lightning
A defective hearing
Blinded by the sight of blood
As flashbacks of you flood

Stay quiet now
Im connected to the other realm
Do you feel safe
When no one’s at the helm?

Broken bulbs
Everything seems so dim
A shot at redemption
But my chances seem so slim

This connection is surreal
I can’t see but I can feel
I think I understand
The things that got out of hand

So take me away, please take me away
And with these blood drenched- hands
I face another day
You’re taking me away, to an ethereal place
Devoid of time and space

-The DementED

Hi readers! I’m back. Im sorry I’ve been really busy these past few days and I exoect to be even busier. So I’ll probably be posting just once a week from here on out. Thanks for the continued views 🙂

A Learned Behavior

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I was drowning in morphine
It was getting darker and dusk was taking me away
I can’t control what I think,
Or control what I feel
But I can control what I say

And I’ve said nothing at all.

Sometimes the lies holds more morals than the truth
But I don’t want to lie to you
I just don’t want to tell everything,
Only the one’s you can chew

There’s just some things I refuse to feel
But I don’t need a savior
You call me desensitized
I say it’s just a ‘learned behavior’

But in the end, I do feel, and I wish I felt nothing at all

Maybe because I’m afraid of the fall,
I fell several times but nothing prepares you for the comedown
So why should I expect anything less now,
Only to see a letdown?

But they say there’s beauty in the fall,

My vision gets knocked, and my chest bruised
Right now, the only vision that remains  is the vision of you
If anything is beautiful at all, it’s all your fault
So I blame you

But I was told to tread lightly
Not everything that glitters is gold,
But if at times it is, and gold doesn’t rust
Are you finally that someone whom I can trust?

There’s no safety in that gamble.
No guides or precautions, no preamble.

But maybe I dont need to be safe
Cause maybe I don’t run on blood but adrenaline
And I don’t want to be held back or do nothing,
So I have to go all-in.

But will you light me afire if I was gasoline?

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While she’s out here chasing dreams
He’s chasing hearts, only to break them
While she makes up for her mistakes,
He makes more of his mayhem

While she makes history,
he makes a mess that they can’t clean
While she acts prim and proper,
He chose to act obscene

-The DementED

This is an impromptu-made short poem. Made as a response to the daily prompt: Embarrassing

You might also want to check out my previous poem (a longer one): The Joker’s Disease

The Liebster Award

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Thanks a lot to Unnati Madan for nominating me! This is my first nomination. I’m grateful! 🙂

To start with, here are 11 facts about me:

1.) My name is Lester

2.) I’m still in college, majoring in psychology.

3.) I shifted from Engineering because it just wasn’t my passion. I had to rebel against my parents in order to do so.

4.) I’m a drummer and a vocalist in my band, but we’re currently inactive due to busy schedules.

5.) I’m a Logophile (a lover of words, especially complex ones.)

6.) I’m a Pluviophile (lover of rain)

7.) I love listening to Indie, Pop-punk, metal and Hardcore music. I also love songs with spoken word/poetry in them.

8.) I’m a Coffee and Tea junkie.

9.) I have a really large appetite

10.) I’m a big fan of Edgar Allan Poe and Stephen King

11.) My top goal is to travel the world someday.

Now, to answer her 11 questions:

1. Who are you ? ( In one sentence only)
• I am a flesh-covered container of blood and bones but I am way more than that. (Is that okay? Haha)

2.If you could start over, what would you change?
•I would not change anything. Even though I’ve experienced troubles and misery, I believe most of them were necessary. I wouldn’t be me without them.

3. What is something people would be surprised to know about you?
•That I’ve never been wasted before. I’ve been almost drunk once, but never fully. I think it’s because I’m always the last one to go down. Haha

4. If given a chance to be invisible , what would you do ?
•Play pranks on people. Lol. And then try to be a hero.

5. What is happiness for you ?
•Happiness comes when you’re contented and at peace with yourself.

6. Your inspiration and why so ?
•Several people I know. There are people I know who has survived tough times. Even tougher than what I’ve been through. They inspire to continue with life and face my problems head on. 🙂

7. Your favourite song ?
• A lot. But recently “Where We Sleep Is Where We Dream” by Hotel Books has got me hooked. Listen to it too 🙂

8. If given a chance to go on a date with a celebrity , who would that be ?
•Cara Delevigne. Because she’s just plain awesome. She’s a great drummer too.

9. Are you happy with your life ?
•Not yet. But I’m trying to be happier each day.

10. What is the biggest achievement of your life till now ?
•Staying alive and staying strong until now is my greatest achievement. I’ve won several awards in school before though. haha (for writing, public speaking, etc.)

11. Who came first , the egg or the chicken ? Explain the reason.
•The chicken, because I’ve read that scientists have proven that the egg cannot be formed without the necessary proteins from the chicken. haha 🤔

So now, here are my 11 questions for my own set of nominees:

1.) How would you describe yourself?
2.) What are you currently doing with your life?
3.) What’s your most prioritized goal?
4.) What’s your favorite music artist/band?
5.) Who’s your favorite author?
6.) Which place would you want to travel to right now?
7.) What do you usually do during weekends?
8.) Whenever you feel lonely or lost, what do you do to unwind?
9.) If you could talk to a popular dead person, who would it be and what will you say to him/her?
10.) What are your greatest fears?
11.) What are you most proud of?

I nominate: p.s.

Still looking for other bloggers to nominate. So I’ll be looking around in my reader. Ugh! So many good bloggers to choose from. 😱

Again, thanks a lot Twinkle. A really great blogger herself. 😊

– Lester (The DementED)

The Joker’s Disease

 

So am I crazy?
Maybe so, I don’t know

I like to start last so I can grab you from behind
The psychopathic tendencies
of a well-endowed mind

You think I’m crazy?
Maybe so, I think so too
I made unnecessary quips like you wanted me to do

In sickness and in health
But all I know is the sickness
For richer or for poor,
But all I have are these visions

Do I look crazy?
Maybe so, can’t you see?
I’m the unnecessary joke like you wanted me to be.

Is this affection?
This unorthodox connection?
Well, It’s not of my intention
I don’t want to cause affliction

Am I crazy?
Maybe so, just like you
I made unnecessary tricks like you wanted me to do.

If you don’t want me anywhere around,
All you have to do is say,
If you don’t want to hear my sound,
Then tell me, I guess, it’s okay

Aren’t you scared of what you’re about to find?
And you told me that you mind
Have I found my Harley Quinn?
Or just someone I’m not akin

-The DementED

You may also want to check out my previous poem: Savior Syndrome

Connected

Savior Syndrome

You’re a time bomb
With a switched off ticker
You’re a loaded gun
But nobody wants to pull the trigger

You act like you’re a savior
But at best, you’re mediocre
An unnecessary Batman
To a non-existent Joker

You say you can save me
But you’re the one that needs saving
You talk like a saint
But you’re often misbehaving

Im not saying I dont need to be saved
Maybe I do,
But if anyone could, I know it’s not you
Before you try to save me,
Save yourself.

-The DementED

Sometimes, the simplest sounding poems may mean more than what your common sense dictates . 🙂

You might also want to check out: A Maiden’s Affliction

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