Playful insanity

Distracted playful insanity twists my words around her.

Worrying, I frayed the edges
of a rug, though,
unsure of its intentions
I dropped it, the murmuring liar.

I watched the ceiling today,
it whispered to me.
Little worms crept upon my skin,
pulling them off I looked to the ceiling for eradication.

The ceiling has become my only friend,
it murmurs in familiar adoration.
Though some of the shouts,
are very macabre.

I asked her today, her feelings on fire,
she agreed with me:
beautiful incandescence glows ethereal.
My dear ceiling, she's glorious (wouldn't you agree?)

Someone is to pick me up,
tomorrow at noon.
This is what they said.
Panic bubbled and choked, but her words calmed me.

I asked one of them, if I could take her with me,
pointing at my dear ceiling,
it giggled at the conspiracy.
Annoyance flowed from the woman.

They came for me,
took me from my darling.
They don't understand why I cry so,
they thought out of that padded cell I would flourish.

Silly little lies,
though it is strange,
that ceiling fed me a sanity.
I seem to have lost it here in the land of reality.

Reviews

[JelliFyshKissUs]

Oh how I do love your mind! This is a beauty of all beauties to me. I thrive on the delusional perspective in narrations. This one tickles my cerebral unending with its aberration of love for an inanimate object the world could never understand. I used to write of things similar to this, but never with the genius touch you have here. I am lost for words but I want to fill this page with ink blots of the love I have for this poem. I will store this in my heart of hearts forever. Thank you, for being an inspiration to me.

[Nimbus Thread]

A wonderful insight into a minds desperation for balance. Enjoyed the use of a 'she ceiling,' as sanity's voice.

Thank you for sharing this outstanding piece. : )

[Mindless Mindset]

Absolutely amazing! Insanity- one of my favorite writing angles. And you played it off so well!!! I adore this. Quickly one of my favorites.

[LivingDeath]

As fucked as it is, sometimes I wish I would end up there.. My best friend used to be a razor, the only thing that could actually bring me comfort and calm me down. And what difference would it make if I was here in this so called reality or if I was in a padded room talking to the ceiling. Atleast in there I wouldn't get judged for the way I am, the things I've done.. I wouldn't have to worry about a reputation or holding up a family name. Very good write.

[Lady]

Very eerie feel to this poem.
Though I'm normally not a big fan of poetry, I find this to be very unique and enjoyable.
You have a very fluid writing style, every word seems perfectly placed. And your storytelling technique is flawless.

The last two lines were my absolute favorite:

"Silly little lies,
though it is strange,
that ceiling fed me a sanity.
I seem to have lost it here in the land of reality."

Very nicely done.

[cartera]

An unusual take on mental health 'problems' - I use the inverted commas because I am more than sympathetic to R.D. Laing who says that mental breakdown is a rational response to familial situations.
As a poem it portrays the teller with each word specially chosen, which is something I noted before in a poem of yours.

[Review]

This is awesome! I especially love the last stanza.

Silly little lies,
though it is strange,
that ceiling fed me a sanity.
I seem to have lost it here in the land of reality.

Good Job! Keep writing!
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[J.M]

What a glorious write - you have soured into a world where reality and illusion join to form one and have carried the reader with you. Causing us to wonder where we began to leave behind the caging path of common sense and reach the place where dreams become our life for only then do we truly feel alive.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

A journey into the mind of madness.......a place we are all one step away from at any time......well penned!