Psychology
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Wherever you go
I am you shadow
I am your half forgotten dream
your suppressed sorrow
I am a promise broken
a hidden room
In which you keep
dark memories
and evened scores
The Monster in his Brain
As a child,
He would smile.
He was not wild,
But mild
And quiet
And kind.
life is always changing
and sometimes it can feel like chaos
when you have to divide yourself
into pieces to get your shit done
Words yet to be heard,
speeches yet to be verbalised,
gestures yet to be portrayed,
characters yet to be studied,
appearance yet to be seen,
thoughts and ideas yet to be freed.
Whilst mowing on a tractor I was listening to my audiobook.
"Millionaire Success Habits," it was, and had me hooked.
The soft and gentle tones of the narrator described...
Rubbing her thumb across her bicep… up and down and up and down
Thinking of life before, what life even was—
What was a life if it meant nothing?
The Journey
Sometimes life feels so hard and heavy
Maybe even sad.
It happens...
Maybe you take a drive to the top of a
mountain -
and get out and breathe in the air that
As a kid you are taught fear.
As a child or baby you know no fear.
It can become damaging if you allow it.
My fear is letting people in on my inner-most secrets.
Everyone has them.
Thou art a tricker, a nighttime avoider
Sit in my mind, disruptive, and loiter.
Tap on the glass and watch like a voyeur.
The inescapable abyss in which you find yourself to be,
is caused primarily by a childhood non-ideal as I can see.
Prim and proper you've been told,
for manners haunt you till your old.
I live in a constant paradox,
where in my happiest times, I am the saddest
and in my saddest times, I am the happiest.
The constant contradiction that I live in
constricts me in a wide open cell.
To My Dearest Beloved,
I want to start by saying,
I’m glad you’ve stayed this long.
I don’t think anyone else would have.
It’s been five years,
Since you first hesitantly said,
I love you.
Dear friend,
You haven’t been speaking to me in a while
It has gotten kind of hard without you
You always made me smile
Remember that time you told me
To cut off all my hair
When I did it
Going in blind
Make up my mind
Where is the one?
They told me about
Forgot my intentions
Rose-colored glasses
I got distracted
Cause I was imagining
Because I love you
I will let you be your own person
Because I love you
I will help you succeed
Because I love you
I will give you the benefit of the doubt
Because I love you
Because you love me you sat up all night
Despite having work the next morning, early
So I could cry over nothing
Because my anxiety told me “Warning: OVERWHELMED”
So you're a Psychology prof.
That's pretty cool I guess,
and this is your first dual-credit class.
You've never been around high schoolers,
you don't know what to expect.
But you share a little too much,
She'll never hear how the waves fight against each other
Or how rain taps different surfaces.
She'll never see how beautiful the grey clouds could really be
Or whether it be day or night.
My sad old friend
visits so often
and years ago she came to stay
We grew fond of the dark
inspired by tears
I'd grow anxious when she was away
My dark lovely friend
sits in my image
I am rather annoyed
To be studying Freud.
The ego, superego, and id.
I wish to take an eraser
The mind of a human…
Split in half
With creativity and logicIt interests me, so I zoom in,
can’t tell people anything
they think i’m crazy
i guess i am
but all i need
is someone to listen
and understand
without having to plead
Dear dear Pons, you're so so mean
I dread you after what I've seen
And at what point did you decide
That you were going to run and hide?
'Cause now the world surrounding me
Try not to weep,
or grim will hear you as he creeps,
looking for sad souls to reap.
It’s quite cheap,
but that’s how he pays his upkeep.
Unknown to you, teacher, I'm here to say the class hates it.The way you teach, and how many things you can assign in a week.The class hates you, we have no need to debate.Because every day we sit there, quietly.
I'm not sure I like my reflection;He looks at me funny.There's something in his eyesThat boasts he knows me too well.And I just don't trust him-I think my secrets he might tell.
I will not speak
the words I think.
This is the key,
to the necessity of sanity.
Undefinable
If you try to say that you can describe me you’re wrong
I’ve faced adversity and have since become strong,
The words that I write are just a glimpse of my own insight
(singing)
Tick tock , tick tock, tick tock, tick tock
The time keeps tickinh, the time keeps ticking yeaaaaaaah.
(starts poem)
you psychologically abuse me,
A strange affinity to male teachers
One would suppose her sick
No, not sick..
Maybe she liked the attention
Of course such a surface observation was not correct
She was a recovering addict
Introvert a beauty with love...
A love but concealed,
It's safe in heart unexposed,
Never reveal what is loved,
Adorn and dream all the time,
Heart and soul is full of love,
I know that you have been locked in there
Where? You can't tell, locked is all you know
Kindergarden, elementary, middle and highschool.
Highschool can be a drag
Trying to fit in with the cliques and be cool
Papers and books shoved in your bag
Preparing yourself for college
Never any use trying to sleep.Too much went wrong, too many lost.Anxiety over how you could have saved her,or him, or yourself.But you didn't.
The painting on your livingroom wall
the one with daffodils or an evening sky
the one that's hung so tall
for all to see, yet it's all a lie
you will see
Hung within a golden frame
Today in English class, we learned how one wordcan have many different meaningswhich I guess explains why so many people lieand can deny it.
Have you ever reached out to touch
the heaven in her bones
Have you ever reached out and brushed
the hell that well all know
Her mind bleeds power
and I intend to know it
There's a road in the meadow
parting it left and right
a side where the sun rises
and the other for the moon at night
and now I have to choose
the side I belong to
Thunderous applauseA steady, continuous chanting of my nameThat's what I live forThis is what I want
"How are we feeling today?"
"How much have you eaten?"
"Let's check your weight."
"Have you ever hurt yourself?"
"Are you hearing things?"
"Are you seeing things?"
An interrogation
I have an addiction, that I can't seem to break.
I tend to help others fix their mistakes.
I put others' happiness before my very own,
and I make sure their potential becomes known.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to live in a Disney-type world?
Feather-light footsteps. True, unparalleled romance and love that compares to no other. Completely, blissfully carefree.
Is he the murderer? Did he commit the crime?If he did I’ll make sure he does timeHe stuttered! Oh that’s a signI’ll give him 10 seconds to confess; starting at 9
Is he the murderer? Did he commit the crime?If he did I’ll make sure he does timeHe stuttered! Oh that’s a signI’ll give him 10 seconds to confess; starting at 9
I was once misled, but I’ll guide you.
I was once idle, but I’ll inspire you.
I was once stagnant, but I’ll help you to grow
I was once befuddled, but I’ll help you to understand
one job to alterredifinemoldshapean expendable mind.
is what she dreams ofdoing - a reason to rubher eyes, wake up andseeevery day.
Presently, I'm treading water
In a sea of memories trying
Their best to rush over me;
Like music infiltrates the ears
of the listener. That simple, that quick,
That easy to lose yourself and get
Some wish to have that career,
That will give them millions the rest of their lives.
Some wish to have that career,
That will give them fame the rest of their lives.
I am different.
Your amygdala amuses me
Small or average?
easily indicating intentions
Feelings of remorse, and guilt evade you
can you imitate emotions
As easily as the average human releases them
Shifting eyes, tight throat, hiding my face as I watch the class make fun of a girl for sharing her issues about PTSD
The few kind souls that reside
Are those whom are thrown aside
Grouped and slaughtered by the masses
Living life as a college student is tough.
Realizing the chances of getting a job straight out of work is rough.
School is rough.
Life is damn tough.
My dream job would be
Full of smiles
Simple organized files
Neatly printed papers about successful living lives.
Where in the paper tells
How they overcame their spells
On how reality was so sad
When life gets difficult,
And your cup over flows,
Things go haywire,
Objects explode,
Theres no air,
No air,
No air you cant breathe,
Your brain cant conceive,
Wrong,
Wrong,
"I'm here."
"I can understand."
"Don't worry."
"Take my hand."
I want to be the light,
to scatter away the dark.
The voice of reason,
the first hopeful spark.
to help.
all i ever wanted was to help, when i was a child
to be.
strong, the one to make my family proud
to win.
even when it was prideful or greedy, i wanted
to succeed.
After college I’ll have the tools,To be who I want to be.If I were to have one job,It’d include counseling psychology.
In passing time, my time has washed past;
Marked by shades
Chained by judgment
Being blinded by false imagery
Colors of white to dark
Long plagued our kind
I stare out the window, watching the rain
It rolls down the window like the tears on my face.
This pain, this fear, I’ve been trying for years
To make it go away, to make it disappear.
Cold, frim, lifeless,
Laying on cold steel,
Water trickles down the drain,
Washing the dirty away.
Incisions are made,
Inspection makes way,
Hunting for the cause,
Success.
Just one job could save my life.
My mom, she doesnt have a job,
Sure, she's a good housewife,
but she doesn't get paid, she would never make it on her own.
My dad, yeah, he's got a job,
What have I done? What have I accomplished?
Was it nothing? Nothing at all?
I sit in my room wondering what I have spent my life doing
Community service is great. Studying hard..even better!
Freud doesn’t make sense.
Mother: Mary
Does my subconscious really speak?
Love: Fire
And if it speaks, does it speak the truth?
Church: Bells
And if it speaks the truth, does it affect me?
I understand why you "believe."
We humans long for control. Desperately we seek it, always, but most when we have lost what little control we had and are left with none.
"God" is a defense mechanism.
Bombs all around me
Shrapnel hits my skin
I can feel my life fading
I’m about to give in
Then my Corpsman came
There are four lobes that make up the human brain.
The frontal, parietal, occipital, and temporal all work to keep us sane.
We all go to school from 8 til 3 hoping to fill those lobes,
There are four lobes that make up the human brain.
The frontal, parietal, occipital, and temporal all work to keep us sane.
We all go to school from 8 til 3 hoping to fill those lobes,
Dear teacher, I love psychology I truly do.And I always turn in my homework whenever it's due. When handing out assignments keep in mind I'm a young soul, I like to go out on Friday nights I'm just twenty-two years old. I enjoy reading about Pavlo
discouraged
Discouraged with this dismal sphere of life and death we inhabit
Relentlessly ebbing and flowing with new
Troubles.
Troubles of various forms reveal themselves without consent.
You sit behind me in the midnight sun
Urging me forward toward the edge
Always there my dark twin
You are the sin to my light
It takes everthing to fight the pull
Oh how sweet it would be
What if we taught our children to think?
What if we taught our children to be open-minded?
We should teach our children how to never be one-sided.
Open to any idea and any kind of love that in the mind can be grounded.
Before I entered my senior year, Fridays were the best
and then the 12th grade happened and my grades were worst than the rest.
The class is AP Psychology,
It was that class to let the mind fly free.
Maybe She Would Be Alive Today. If I Spoke Up And Said What I Needed To Say. If I Thought Differently and Choose A Different Path. Crazy Thing Is I Didn’t Think She Would Last.
The darkness doesn't always mean evil,
Just like the light does not always mean good.
Thinking for yourself isn't always a bad thing.
Right and wrong is an opinion.
Decisions blind.
Outcome unpredictable.
Men or Women
Have the power to kill.
Though we blame objects
Like guns, knifes, swords, etc.
Why are we blaming these objects
When we should be the one to blame
The people that hold the gun,
While I'm sleeping, my shadow dances.
She creeps out from under me, cautiously at first, careful not to wake me.
From as far
well as far as I can remember
From the cold fronts of December
to the hot summers of July in everything
I've done it was to prove that I could do
anything as long as try,
Today
We Fly.
Today
We Cry.
Today
We Sigh.
Today
We Lie.
Today
We Deny.
Today...
We Die.
(Written in Trochaic Monometer)
She steps inside
a world unkown.
The place is dark
and stars don't glow.
She starts to cry--
she wonders why--
she thinks she cannot
be fulfilled
with just her dreams.
When the sky runs blueI think of what life has in storeFeasibility is impossibleYet we communicate our hopesOur dreamsOur loveEvery day
With you? The monsters don't seem so scary.
And life? Not so tough.
You are the sunshine to my darkness.
You keep me safe beside you.
When I close my eyes all I can see is your face wanting to get me.
That's why I write
When I go to lay in bed at night all I can feel is your hands on me.
That's why I write
“Can you feel it?
The madness slowly going
up your spinal cord.
The black ooze mixing with your
neurons to create something new.
Something different. Something
dangerous. You can feel can’t you.
-You lie through your teeth
When it comes to how-are-you’s
“I’m good” or “I’m okay,”
Is what you’d instead say
-Feeling lonely day by day
Not that you weren’t alone in the first place
She's beautiful.She drinks, smokes and parties all night every time she can,No one has truthfully told her she's beautiful, She thinks she's not worth it,
As the sunlight slips between my fingertipsI watch the shadows fallThey fall in lacy breaths over my skin,Making darkness and light seem so intricate
Present thoughts have driven me to find
Some dream in the future that I have in mind
Yes it has been official since I was a junior that
Clearly I am infatuated with the human mind
I look at you and the chemistry happens.Your perfect image is flung across my retina, seductively easing its way into my optic nerves. And when it hits me I flip-flop with your picture and my brain goes mad.
Fallen to a safe, vulnerable country with no hope of escape
loneliness is my security and fear has control of my fate
the fate that has left me long ago to succumb
Fantasy…Reality
All the world is a stage
And all the people the actors
All the world is a game
And all the people the players.
BLED OUT
This pale heart of mine
struggles with atony.
Paper curls rain down
from a fenestrated sky:
Reams of esoteric paeans
soon crumpled by bored scientists.
You're sharing time with each of your loved ones
The clock strikes the witching hour
A well-dressed man steps into the room with burdens that could drown a man
Yet no expression is told on his face
If I were to respond in the opposite manner,
regardless of the topic, regardless of the glamour,
how do you think you would respond,
when in general you are the one to play along?
I don’t think this is fair,
They don’t believe in God here,
which is odd to me, considering
all these grand stone buildings –
bedecked with gleaming glass
and thumping bells.
As we live life there are many questions that dwell within our curiosity,
Most of those questions rely on how we live,
How we live can also be on how we learn,
We as humans never realize it,
