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“So, no head?”, by @chanbanhi

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I have no eyes

Yet

I see you all the same

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Daffodil, daffodil

You I did kill.

Picking you,

And vasing you;

Like a human will

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Clinical lies

Men wearing ties

You’ll be alright

Just finish the night

Prolonged goodbye

I wrote this while I was still in the psych ward at the hospital. I was there for three days and I didn’t sleep at all for all three. My psychosis has never been that bad. I was seeing people walk by my door, faces in all the patterns on the wall and the blanket and everywhere, whispers of unintelligible things, and even a shadow that kept coming for me.

That was the worst time of my life. The only thing that got me through was a red crayon I found under my bed. I used it to color on styrofoam cups. And I wrote this poem on the backing of the hospital bracelet I had with it. This poem got me through.

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Album cover for my brother. He goes by Jonny flip check him out

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Poem about no one

Cause I’m a lone one

Alone on this rock

I talk a lot

But no one does listen

Never does it end

Round rock, caged in

A one person pen.

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Mulch fur

I know what you did.

In your head.

Streams of red.

I see in your eyes,

There a disguise.

What lies beneath the skin?

Evil eating kin.

A Vulture.

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