Study me, Psychoanalytically

Study me, Psychoanalytically

A Poem by Mister_Ryan

Rape my mind once more

Here in the forest,

For tomorrow they will come

And take us back to the city.

Until then...


I refuse to believe

The twitching surreality

Left behind in your warped box;

The uncompromising creatures

In your hand you tried to feed me;

The foolish barber

Who failed to slice the moon in your eye.


So now as the night sinks down to our level,

There is nothing left for us to suppose.


When I glanced deep into your carelessness

I found no rules beyond

Your unimaginative mind,

And when you thought you were going to cross me with your racket,

I still gave you church,

I still gave you beauty,

I still gave you death,

And I saw not the slightest hesitation in your absolute infatuation.


But we were society's enemy

With no reason for the Like.

And inch by inch, second for second,

They tried to make us see what really Is.


Not once have my hands truly caressed your tender thoughts,

Nor have my words ever controlled the pace of your heart,

Until now...

I realize it Is never going to be different from the Like.


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Until now...

Not once have my hands truly caressed your tender thoughts,

Nor have my words ever controlled the pace of your heart,

I realize it Is never going to be different from the Like.


Rape my mind once more

Here in the forest,

For tomorrow they will come

And take us back to the city.

With no reason for the Like,

The foolish barber

Who failed to slice the moon in your eye,

Left behind in your warped box

The uncompromising creatures,


In your hand you tried to feed me

The twitching surreality.

And inch by inch, second for second,

I saw not the slightest hesitation in your absolute infatuation.


When I glanced deep into your carelessness

I found no rules beyond your unimaginative mind,

And when you thought you were going to cross me with your racket,

I still gave you the church,

I still gave you beauty,

I still gave you death.


They tried to make us see what really Is.

Until then...

I refuse to believe

There is nothing left for us to suppose.

So now as the night sinks down to our level,

We are society's enemy.

© 2016 Mister_Ryan


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Added on January 24, 2016
Last Updated on January 25, 2016
Tags: personal, experiment, mental ilness, solitude, society, ostracizing

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Mister_Ryan
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I'm writing about everything. Also, I plan on being very experimental on here, so let's all be honest with each other while we're here. I'm here to connect with other writers and help make each ot.. more..

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