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I cannot help but think of you
You live inside of me
My organs shiver in delight
Your words have set me free.

Free from harshness in this world
Free from burdens or pain.
Free from fear of inadequacies
Free to dance in summer rain.

I’m floating along in a bubble
A bubble only you could pop
But the explosion will not affect me
As my love for you won’t stop.

For you I'd climb the highest mountain
bring some water to you from a fountain
For you I'd know what eternity is
because I love you and you know I do.

It used to be about you

It seemed that's where it came from

It entered me

took up space in my heart and my head

I used to think it came from you

Every time lonely I could blame you

All your fault, this loneliness

for I'm alone and what are you doing about it?

Until one night I woke and found myself

sleepwalking

and in that sleep I was conjuring loneliness

wrapping it's shroud ...

Is sizing up

and black,backlit

stirs and whirling

trips

wet flowers damp

as her lips

reading

under an old quilt

her dogs are quiet

and the night clicks by

old photos unchanged but

filled with weeping now

as winter is upon me

I cannot shake the feel of her hair

from my fingertips

record over her laugh

or erase the silk of her movements

gone now but left me with sighs

and wet sparkles from ...

Your soft kiss feels so warm and desired

It awakens summer and spring in my heart

My yearn for you, is such a cold winter

Warm me my dearest one with a kiss

my sweet valentine
her hair so soft, her smile divine
her skin is smooth, her eyes so kind
oh how i wish she was mine

heads are turning
troats are chocking, eyes a burning
her petite figure, my heart is yurning
this is not the way to go

i lust for those soft lips
her caress on my fingertips
her eyes facing my way
this ís the only way!

my blood is boiling
feelings get ...

I’m writing you this before
I go mad
(I'm sorry for the good times)

I’m afraid it’s coming too soon,
won’t stop because nobody like you
listens

Listen to the music in
cognitive dissonance,
realities colliding
in the corners of my soul

I know you can hear it
Madness is indeed beautiful

(They think it, I know
No one listens when I say that its coming but I know
they know)

I'm writing you this ...

'NIGHTMARE WORLD'

by Robert Davidson

Hanging on my wall beside my bed
Self-mutilation
Brings things into perspective

My hand broken from punching the wall
I hurt myself to ease the pain
So deep into my throbbing mind
I need to get it out

Tears of blood fall and shatter on my window
Like drops of glass from a distance
As a bus explodes
And nails my feelings to my door

Living in a dying ...

I hear the bell dinging on the mania scale these days and as is usually the case when that happens I see a lot of things I don't usually pay attention to. Like seeing art where you least expect it. I don't know if you understand what I mean, maybe you will after reading this.

I didn't write it. I was looking up Epival (divalproex, depakoke) to see if memory lapses were listed as a ...

Carved to the death(self-slaughter)

Cutting deep
Lacking of breath
Stretching the rope
Chained,feeling like ######6 pet
Damned waste of flesh and blood
That must be engraved, torn to pieces
Carved to the death so it can stink of torment and pain

Blood is spraying
Like a water
This razor in my hand
I'am self-slaughter

Self-termination,
Throat-cut, suffocation
Now, I hang like a ######6 dog


Trapped into this damned life
I must leave this ###$' stinkin' ...