|Posted on May 17, 2014 at 5:15 PM|
I love the idea of
I’ve only read half of
The Bell Jar, but yet
I love Sylvia Plath.
The more you read of someone
The less you can romanticize about them
Except for Bud Light & Bukowski,
I’d rather keep their words inked to page.
An editor said,
“It would be more interesting to read about the
Origin of, not the present state of,
I’d like to understand the root of it
But until you pick apart and
Buy my beauties from me,
I can not fund such analysis.
How narcissistic is mental illness…
Hours of therapy, premium drugs, and
Thousands to find out
How badly Mother & Father
Damaged you. While there are
Beaten prostitutes, like my sister Desiree.
Single alcoholic mothers, like my sister Marie.
And it’s amazing what the mind is capable of
How much it will repress.
Freud said our conscious mind is like the
Tip of an iceberg. While the subconscious mind is
The other 80%, buried deep down
And it is the forgotten memories which haunt,
Causing anxiety daily, without you knowing.
And that’s what my family is.
Knowing your own sister sucks dick, gets beaten by pimps in order to
Smoke crack &
Shoot dope in order to
Escape her own life, disables mine
Subconsciously. Thousands I must spend on my
Pompous mind just to feel real, while there are
Starving children and
Pretty girls on tv telling me
I should donate to save the crying animals as well,
Well, 10/10 I will choose me because
I cannot control the kittens or the whores
My family is blood but the river steadily streams,
Hopefully I can fix me before I
Originally published by Pyrokinection on 02/03/14.
Republished by Red Dashboard LLC on 05/17/14. (Available for print purchase.)