Category Archives: mental illness

Energy On Tap

The floor wrapped about my bones, flickering on and off in a measuring brookstone. Clashing together, the rocks hit my mind peering into that overcrowded abyss. I felt numb, apart from myself in the memoriam of making a difference. Followed by a neutral conspiratorial energy,  ascending towards the brief peak of enjoyment. That complete impasse, folded out in the brood of self worthiness. I’m breaking the fall, focused on change but never the moment. An impervious and final blow, brought to the surface of a beast who encouraged careless words. You built a wall entranced in fake matter, it was braced and on a spindle top. I found in the hampering, among the stars and winding roads. Muddled about the dark room, pressurized blanks as you made it out to be.

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Bled Down The Railing

Gnashing teeth, on a cord with a spark plug interlined. They were hundred full, outwind and brushed encrusted with caring features. That awestruck string, with the key within the window seal glancing at your fortwit. Bled down the railing, of the cuff noises that could never be canceled from a chiming tune. Brisk and broadened, one mere choice hadn’t been closed out in a bleak formation. That rock clashed in tune, with the groundskeeper who made it with golden schillings. That bloated pulsating beer guzzling bear, snarled as it shined in the moonlight. It smiled and winked, in pursuit of a great blessing. You couldn’t find the time, it hadn’t pressed the button to dawn. Fighting for every word, you can’t believe it was so shameful.

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The Moon Lit Storeway

Fun and in encapsulation, burrowed in the stomach. That creature fell into a undocumented furrow. The water splashed about, covering your eyes from the damage within the clear picture. That confusion, and unshakable atrophy hadn’t been dealt with once before. You were sleeping, without a doorway to crawl underway. Those convoluted, and ungainful measures were broken in the mirror and pain. That prisoner watched your incorruptible pressure,  that lightning flashed in your eye lids and broke the skin. A thought is just shy of oblivion, could you be anymore condescending in truth. I despise this wound, that filled me up with regret and broken promises. Its like a hurricane, crashing and moving into your walls. That storm you warned us of, its pressure mounted on top of that pear and was done with it again.

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Where Do I Place This

Fear itself followed by an angry damnation, a fight you’d never win without bitter assessment. A beautiful grip on your soul, the final masterpiece wasn’t chosen for you to be kind to or lost in. What was your best solution, was it too far into the void and can it become more than you lost before. Filed away in that box of lies, the filter didn’t become known for you to be made into a foolish blister. On the tracks with filthy intolerance, you battled for supremacy with magnetized wonder. It was a cheat, you hadn’t breached the walls in treason.  Who was laying it out, the line of catastrophe. Bleeding and tattered corridors unfathomed with tethered wind chimes. Playing music, that beat you from within a damaged blistered piece.

Creator And Contributor- Chris Ballenger

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I Await The Burn Tonight

I’m awaiting the burn, tonight in your arms I move closer within. I feel it deep in my stomach, as it pushed I hemorrhaged trying to stay awake. Faces identical to mine, in a thousand mirrors encased with blunders. I stare in it and bleed outside in the pitch black coating, I missed this chance to give you something real. Something that wasn’t just about myself, I wrote this in real time and in passionate flattery. You’d never know, it may have been for you but I guess not. Do you really see it, can you sense that like I know. You killed the mood, if it weren’t for you I may still be whole. I walk within this room, waiting for that blow hard but it never came to pass. Did you earn that name, or was it incensed within a blast.

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In Operational Surprise

I’m trapped fighting within these walls of treason, this routine became embanked and forward to a stand still. I felt a joyless circumference wash over my entire self, my eyes watered from the moisture of doubt with a pinch of selfish indignation. It’s the operative word, in a final swing as it closes in with a fictitious swallow. Silence is encouraged, you are to drown in your own decadent swamp. It was created to press us, making us doubt our own wills from a soulful yet blissful adventure. The gun pointed at your temple, would you flee or fight as they pursued. It came from a solo banking, in wonder of a trolley that was just a few miles from home again.

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Pressure Point Lock Box

I’m as free as I was yesterday, free to be who I wish to be or was prior. I took the blade to my palm and cut as the blood flowed from my porcelain skin. It was simply gratifying to know that I’d be speaking to you once more. It flowed like an hourglass ticking away to doomsday. You were blessed, you feel like making a change that will stick. You spied on them, and fought for a possession and or meaning. Frantically flying up, never certain of what is to come after all of this. You had glass, and were about to cut through the tire. Without limit you were, timeless and incapable of any sort of. Those thoughts were blank, without any course or plans.

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