madman'smisc

A nurse who uses poems, writing and art for anorexia and bipolar

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An exceptionally long poem about tuna mornay and identity or My my my edda

I have never worn a green dress 

Containment, the security, the mirror 

The bars, she wore a lotta brown  

The queen of the castle as i worse blue

Wore blue, it got worse 

Cutting the roses out of my hair 

dreadlocked 

The only king in a castle 

The only one living in 

Some dead person’s house, the 

On call mortician, disappearer

Disappeared and i was looking in 

The barrel bottom mirror 

Ripskin and skint 

My chest! I am standing on 

Reflection got the better of me 

And i thought i already told her (you)  

We were close, closer, secrets and 

Behind the curtain, behind the bedroom door 

Under the dress, under duress 

Under my dress, disgusting things under-able

I have never swore; a green dress,

I tell you all my secrets, my past 

Passed me by, my lie, lying here

My-ing here, cutting out the roses 

From my bedhair  

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She wore a green dress. 

I was again, the backseat of the car

Holding up my belt with cold hands 

(cold heart)

Close enough; blue, my mirror  

Nasa nighttime, overrate 

It was rapt

It was wrapped like a snake 

I was under yellow light 

It was covered in flowers 

And i had lost a lotta weight

And the medications were yet

Kicking it, kicking in 

Gradually, i became 

I’m fine, don’t worry about me 

Graduation in the evening hallsome 

Hallway, half-eyed and homesome 

So i was fistful of belt, 

A mouthful, halfheight and weight

Startime, she asked about my affect

Snatched up, i was amnestic in 

My empty nest 

With a piece of string fetched 

From two distended and distinct 

Points in time held down with a 

Finger each, the cold drew numbness 

And i was getting back into drawing myself 

And drawing her in my isolation 

She asked if i was safe, i had my seatbelt on 

A fistful of belt and polite mouthfuls 

She was not she and i was  coming into 

My body at two distended and distinct 

Points in time

Where the green dress wrapped up and tied 

The knot between she was not she and she is she     

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I had this random thought/image in my head intermittently 

Since beating earthbound/mother 2, the embodiment of evil 

Of me as ness, in the role and body/spirit of, of a little boy 

Little prince adventurer 

And in the same time, 

I am that one woman 

Who ran her hand along my pharmoby dick 

And gave such wonderous threats 

In my second year of university, i remember 

In appearance or body or soul or something 

I am me, i am the pre-rapist (her) i am after the controller 

It’s a situation like the holy ghost, the father and the son 

But with the three figures previously described 

And this image struck me, racing to exit stage left 

While i was watching the microwave and waiting for the kettle 

It was black, and i was laughing at the sheer 

Some-thing of it, something rather 

And the micro waved back and i drank the tea in a dance 

Shaman of shock value, back to bed 

-

But i was making tuna mornay 

Making being a loose  word

Loose woman, she asked if i was coke 

(Spider with mother’s milk bubble nets too)

My housemate made it worry 

My housemate made the meal and friendly

(That loose woman from the overdose, overseas)

Through that anatolia is nourished with thyme and time 

(over land and seas the overheads from party friends)

My housemate made the tuna mornay and i once ate cat food 

The seafood only kind because i don’t eat meat 

I eat the remains of the album nevermind after 

The night shift. She made tuna mornay and kept it in the oven

For me to have after my night shift

The lesbian porcelain, lain and strewnn and travelling 

(The other as a mirror, i’l; be, i at eon) 

Only a banana stolen, older than 

My nightshift, all i ate was 

And it was middlewinter, my assface pinprick pimple 

Someone walked up to me from the morning sun 

And shadowboxed away

(The great lavra lava i lala lala lava you the larva)  

It was the middle of winter so it was safe to 

(A serpent egg hatched from the butterfly’s vagina gaina virginia)

Keep out the fridge  

Down with the marlon brandom reading virgin records  

(The NME was the body, body text biography)

For me to have when i get out of the off-train, 

no rain for me 

(I was winter and i was looking at the)

I got off the train

-

A day was born, and i was wearing a new age 

Retro hippie

So i put my head in the oven and pulled out 

Baby daddy, baby

I pulled out

Sylvia plath on a platter, a 

Cat food, i held 

Brains spread, jam, what a jam 

It was my present but not my birthday 

I was present in the moment and i had 

(Two fingers no hands two tens two fives)

The tuna mornay in the white dish, grey 

And i scooper spooned 

I swear i felt some flesh amongst the here and now

I pilled piled some with some cold pasta

I would be sitting on a cold cornflake if i didn’t 

Prefer weetabix for breakfast but i was needing needy 

It’s only visible when i was “am”, i ama 

Ask me 

Only visible when standing shitty spoonless

I microwaved my meal without a spoon 

(Only visible when i am standing shirtless) 

And i forgot to get changed out of my sleeplessness

My uniform i forgot to get changed out of 

I was an icon in icon in icon i am “was”

(obsessed  with the byzantine empire)

are we cool yet, i am the cool, more hot dinners)

So i ate later in my breakfast, my breakroom 

MY BEDROOM 

I HATE 

I ate sorry i ate my worry I ATE MY WORDS

I had my meal of breakfast of cat food of bell jars 

In my room i ate my tuna mornay

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hey so could you just like @ me every time you drop a poem because u r literally a savant and i could read this all day every day :]]]]]]

Oh my God I could definitely do that, but thank you so so so much!! That honestly means the world to me, I'm so glad you enjoy my poetry like that!!

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A witch strolls through her garden~

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fucking awesome

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