Catatonic Poems - Poems about Catatonic

My mother was catatonic, symphonic chronic is what I smoke. Livinin it bougie, choosin floosies no uzis and then I choke. You can be me, insane cerebral cortex is just what I feel. Living pervy swerving Lexus and hexes to get the deal! I'm the homosexual, heterosexual, suicidal bloke. I was adopted by white family and to them I'm just a...

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They say to stop flailing because it’s annoying. So my movements slow down… Still flailing- But in slow motion. Still speaking… Even though they can’t seem to understand. Eventually swaying gently. Like a porch swing. Or like seaweed at the bottom of a lake. Eventually running out of words. As if I had said every word and idea in the universe. And...

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I kneel, bow, and make myself into A rock to ask God, King of the Universe, Give me the amateur. Hear my cries, Lord our God, And give me him. I plead, beg, and erode My rough edges; Almighty One, I want this one to be terminal. Please, God, place the Obsidian in the core...

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Consequently Catatonic Over Dosed On Emotional Anesthetic Pretending All Is Copacetic Can Not Be Seen As Pathetic It's Better This Way With Nothing To Say At The End Of Another Peaceful Day Self Destructive Disorders Chaos Is Order Seemingly Older Growing Colder and Colder Over Looked And Disregarded Sinful Secrets Hide How It Started Tears Are For The Broken Hearted Swallowing Devistation To Late For Salvation Anxiety And...

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Sudden eclipses blare Thoughtlessness…thrombosis… The only room opens and snakes drip From broken windows as leaves hiss Ghosts try to form bodies…turning… Into the silent agony of madness shuffling Into the wordless expression of immensity Into the vivid darkness of coma black…...

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staring at the wall at nothing in the air staring without a word at thoughts barely there staring while my stomach swallows up my heart staring so I don't move and startle up my thoughts staring to protect myself from your razor words clawing up my rib cage burning in my nerves staring to slow the rat race of conversations on the loose staring at mindless accusations tightening up...

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