Mental Scouring

Madness that tore through me tonight when ideas flooded me.

 

 

 

Head is pounding with ideas,

But they come too fast

For me to write.

Images slip between my fingers

Leaving gusts of wind

To mock my mind.

Short little bursts of thought

Incoherently pieced in my mind

Are all that remains.

Feels like barbed wire

Scraping inch by inch,

Gouging out my thought.

 

I see a woman dancing there,

Under pale moonlight with her dream man.

He finally arrived to be with her

And the happiness from her glows luminous as…

 

I’m held by my head on a recliner,

Torso bare and cuts criss-crossing,

Making a plaid shirt of pain,

Scars permanent on my skin.

I don’t, can’t, won’t scream because…

 

My lips are too busy whispering away

Talking to a woman who’ll never be there.

Telling her I need to be saved,

Knowing I speak to the deaf.

 

Now I’m kneeling…

Wait, is this reality,

Am I back in my body

And out of the mental realm?

I feel the desert ground beneath me,

Rugged and beautiful,

Strong and lasting against

The winds of countless storms.

Yes, I am back, and broken nearly in two.

My mind races with fear,

Wondering what just happened now.

The ideas are… not gone.

 

Here they come rushing again.

I stand to take them on,

Yelling a war cry as I brace myself

And am taken off of my feet with pure force.

Hatred of the system,

Hatred of the self.

Damnation of reason

Giving way to instinct.

Pure

F*****g

Animal

Instinct.

I’m the enemy,

Come chase me down

And tear me apart,

I’ll shred you all

As you devour me.

 

Yet I see it still

As I slay and maim

All who come before me,

Friend and foe alike.

 

The sight of the one woman

Dancing with her true love

Makes me feel happy,

She’s smiling now.

 

Time for this beast to be destroyed,

Bye-bye.

 

 

Author's Note

What does it mean, to be sane?

Reviews

[FoolsGold23]

Ohhhh Heavens...I was swept up into an illogically beautiful race against impending insanity while capturing moments of sheer beauty.
Shooot, man, this poem was SPECTACULAR! Oh, I've never read the like, Ever, all I could do was sit here with my mouth hanging open as I read it, the scenes playing out in my head as they rampaged yours.
My favorite lines:
"feels like barbed wire, scraping inch by inch, gouging out my thought"
"Making a plaid shirt of pain" DUDE THat was a visual to beat them all!
Lovely, lovely incoherent work!! :D~P

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

A wonderful free form piece of writing. The emotions expressed I can truly empathize with as one struggles to write and/or make sense of those notions that pass rapidly through our minds. The ending is a surprise yet understandable in that those things that are so beautiful and fulfilling to our selves we tend to destroy. Poignantly done. Thank you.
Light,
Siddartha

[S.J.Floreen]

I enjoyed the string of concious thought running, running, running as it did. This was a most interesting poem.

[Leah]

It means nothing to be sane but everything to be insane. Dude, this is so well written as usual. I love the portrayal of a moonstruck dream.