Trapped Awake

Know what it’s like to be trapped awake?

For days on end, hallucinate.

An immense strain upon the body

No falling asleep instead passing out

So damned exhausted one can’t count

Thoughts so jumbled as one mumbles

Can’t make sense of one’s own mind

Speaking to oneself, in search of a sign

Paranoid by now, covering all tracks

Forgetting by this time that sleep one so lacks

99 Degrees

Delirium Sets in consider it sin

Thirty minutes time and Ill be swimming again

Drivin with white knuckles

Cigarette Smoke Constant

Mr are you okay

Thanks for asking but no not today

Pissed off Putt me on a cross

Bipolar Developed or Genetically Earned?

Written by:  Skye Lochlan

Image Added: Randy Sturridge

She closed her eyes
Brought her safety net into her mind
It went to a white void 
It permeated the heavens

Deep ache of cold and isolation
Did not come from the icy corpse of winter
Or any ravenous monster which lived
Only in fairy tales

The ache in the heart came from 
Broken pieces that danced 
The Dance of the Macrabe continuously
Day after day

With age her soul grew continuously restless
Shards of crushed crystals chafed inside
Hurt unseen 
Tears of blood filled her eyes

The wounds were covered with polite conversation
No medicine or fairy godmother laden 
With Fairy Dust would not magically put
Back the crushed pieces of her heart

At birth her soul was fashioned perfectly pure
As an untainted crystal
How did it break
Why did it break

She often surmised
It must be amazing and a great gift
To be cherished, nurtured
And tenderly cared for

She had been thrown away
She knew she was no good
Ravaged by time
The illness increased
Hope? She asks

Find More of Skye Lochlan's work at:  The Creative Soul

Mind Puddle Madness

Illustration: Dickie Gonzo

Mind Puddle Madness

It is early in the morning and I am awake

This day so it seems is mine to take

Thinking about time as it quickly passes by

I know what awaits; I just want to die

The darkness shifts slowly as I gaze at the sky

Why does this happen oh Lord I cry

The light in the car hurts my eyes

I'm just a product of Time's Demise

Bars on the windows and shelves without books

I turn from the mirror for it reveals my True looks

I sit on the floor and I began to rock

Wishing Time's madness would just fucking stop

Pulses of pain beat inside my brain

Thunder in my heart as my thoughts fall like rain

Black heavy shadows with hollowed out eyes

This world is nothing but pain and rich lies

Why won't they stop, these racing thoughts

Ravaging my mind as it thickens the plot

Waving goodbye as the Time passes by

Standing in the puddle from the thoughts my mind cries.

End