I’m bringing the straightjacket back into fashion; I am a radical mind-moulding designer. No longer shall I solitary confine my emotions or sedate my madness, I will scream my demons throughout this night and keep the world awake. My warped mind is set for warp speed, there is no doctor out there who can talk to me; I’m a brick wall, it’s the same as trying to get blood from a stone. My temper flares and I shall rain fire upon this world whilst I am reigning in the fires of this so-called hell.
I’m taking over this asylum, the disturbed patients are now in charge; if you follow my demands you can have your brains back in one piece. I am the ultimate escape artist, I’ve lost myself and mind at the same time. Ramblings, babblings, salivating, crap flinging, raggedy sayings, tablet taking, mad at faces, I can’t take this.
I have insanity on my side, it is the only nightmarish dream I believe in. The mental insanity of this person, by these people, is for those people and shall not perish from this Earth. Craziness is my religion and I am the high priest of it all, worship the good book, my mental health report. I am a second-hand collector; I only hang around with people who are broken and damaged. Bring forth the tranquilizers, our drug and love of choice.
We cannot halt our laughs at you sane people; screwball abnormal, zany walks of insane, true or false vocals, running around naked in the rain; Nap times with a needle, lock & keys are the parents.
Captured by my past, my memories have gotten me prisoner, remembrance is my murder, locked down forever. I am torturing the rear of my eyelids; squeeze tight until a migraine takes my forethought away from this place. These are the voyages of my dark diaries days; scrawl my bawls when a tear comes to visit. I am trying to get my talent off the ground, carve an S on my chest and fly away in my head. Schizoid-man to the rescue!
Finding my shattered parts of me and pulling myself together, I am drowning in the recollections, my own life jacket has transformed to straight. This world breaks into my psyche until I am broken, listen out for the snap and observe the repercussions with thunderous percussions. My darkness is coming, everyone run! I will be raining fire whilst reigning in the fires.
I’m not getting dressed today; my hands and feet are tied, sorry. Is there a doctor in the house? I guess I will treat myself.
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Wow. I love it. Sometimes I feel this way too….. believe me!!!! And I love the drawing of the person curled up with the monster with all the teeth hanging over – I can’t tell you how many times in this lifetime I have felt exactly that way.
Oh. Wait. I feel that way right now………
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Join the club… Or join the asylum. Yeah, I was having a insane day and I felt like twitching my pen and out came this. Thanks for the comment.
Keep your pen busy!
Alexander Kennedy
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And you do also . . . some days I just want to curl up in a ball like your drawing and check out . . . days like today and yesterday are really, really hard. . .
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Remember it’s not the good days that make us writers, it’s the days that test our patience and sanity that gives us vision.
I say more days this these will make me a better man.
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Just remember – if you get too sad . . . send me an email. We can get make sure we don’t get TOO sad together!
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When I get sad I write honey, but thank you so much. Hey, would you like to guest post on my blog at anytime. I think I need someone with your writing talent to help give my blog life. I am getting well over 100 views a day now, so I believe its time to show the world something new. If you like….
Alex
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Would love to. Email me at soireadthisbooktoday@centurylink.net OK?
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Done. My new writing friend. 🙂
Alex
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😉
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Merlot
Shiraz
Cabernet Sauvignon if you must
Beautiful capture of intensity and frustration.
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Why thank you thefallingsparrow I appreciate your comment. Means a lot.
Keep your pen busy!
Alex
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Gah!
So much easier said than done.
I labelled all my research binders and organized my post it notes today.
That’s almost like writing, no?
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If it betters your talent by having things in order, I say it’s still writing. Ha!
Alex
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