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 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

Photo credit: Kaleo Li of Pinterest

Genuine Smile

Silhouette nights, trying to bind your new face.
Riptide days, wasn’t too soon anyways
So here it goes, temporary bliss.
Ohh, but it’s only hit or miss.

Blemish in my mood,
Poison in my food,
Pebbles in my shoes
Running out of booze

Silhouette dreams, trying to give false hopes
Stormy days, steeping up the slopes,
So here it goes, temporary bliss
Will you come home to our abyss

Playful eyes,
Perfect for your disguise
Trembling voice
Exposing out your noise

Would it be boring?
Ignoring everything?
Oh it’s been a while,
Since I’ve felt that genuine smile

-The DementED

Supposed to be a song but too lazy to figure out the chords and add riffs. Hence, the irregularities of the poem. 🙂
 

You might also want to check out my poem about vices (smoking especially): Stories Behind Bad Habits

This poem is a response to the daily prompt: Playful