With no place in mind: an old psychotic poem of mine

With no place in mind, and no peace of mind…
I’m looking, struggling, crying or making cry.
I’m lost, not to be found, distress,
put to the test and failed it nailed it
done it all and would do again if asked for.
With no place in mind, and no peace of mind….
I’m on track bouncing back
hoping for the best not getting any rest
in the circle turning swirling
like a goldfish in a bowlI’m circling circling
till it turns my hair and makes me go insane
the pain it will leave and leave me
on a high road low road
simple life is no life
meaning death oh yes.
death is easy easy-peasy call it lazy
I’m procrastinating
mating on the carpet
harping all the time like WTH?!
With no place in mind, no peace of mind,
it goes round and round and runs
is coming down like the apples again.
I’m on it over it
threw it back up and licked it from the ground
made no sound too much sound
my thoughts are noisy
Like I’m choosy woozy
spread and get I’m all the time
rubber bunny doesn’t need a bed
isn’t it a lie to say hi
and then goodbye
eaten cake so utilitarian
I’m amazed I’m crazed
just dumbstruck phased again.
With no place in mind, and no peace of mind,
I will find, I will find.

About quantumphysica

My name is QuantumPhysica The Insane, but you can call me QP. I am insane, admitted to a mental hospital in Belgium, and waiting for a decent diagnosis at the moment. Once I was a physics student with goals in life and what more; now I'm simply the patient of Room 93. Ever wondered what life is like in the psychiatric ward? I'll tell you everything you ever wanted to know... I am... particularly twitchy of personality. But I also am genuinely interested in everything. There is nothing that doesn't interest me, really. Everything, from quantum computers to fashion and cars to traveling... I also give advice. On anything. No taboos whatsoever. And I make lists of things...
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2 Responses to With no place in mind: an old psychotic poem of mine

  1. angelspanked says:

    I’d love to go to a Mad House. I could use the break. #Overwhelmed

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