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panic attack

i’m lost

my head hurts thorough

i’m lost

i’m dizzying into a vertigo

i’m lost

my heart’s palpitating

i’m lost

my anxiety’s neverending

i’m lost

my vision is blurred, unfocused

i’m lost

my mind’s plagued with locusts

i’m lost

i say i’m okay, but no one’s asking

i’m lost

i assure myself, i stopped caring

i’m lost

get me out of this useless crowd

i’m lost

thoughts i can’t complain aloud

i’m lost

no one notices, they’re engrossed mindlessly

i’m lost

if i collapse now, they’ll step over my body

i’m lost

i can’t breathe. i can’t breathe. i can’t breathe.

i’m lost

fucking help me, anyone, anything…please…

are you lost?

what, me? no no, i’m fine. i’m fine. let’s go.

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Cloudburst Cogitations #5: Ring Around The Riot

Pinwheels and whirligigs

Dizzy, dizzy, dizzying me

Ferris wheels and carousels

Spinny, spinny, spinning free

.

Revolving discombobulation

A blurry world in fast rotation

Colours blending, vision bending

Until your two feet are wending

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Circles silly, dithering twirly

Dizzy, spinny, dizzy, spin me

Pirouette faint to a final slow

Giggle as you fall from vertigo.

🎡🎡🎡

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This Dizzy Dreamer and Her Bleeding Little Blue Boy

Licking your fingers like you’re done
And you’ve decided there is so much more than me
And baby honestly it’s harder breathing next to you, I shake
I brought a gun and as the preacher tried to stop me
Hold my heart, it’s beating for you anyway…

~*~

There is a delusion of us I hoped vainly to abstain

I’d lust after this dissolution, but it never remains

Both blank eyed, watching kaleidoscopic scenery

Against smoky shadows of automatic machinery

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I am a Tom Sawyer stuck in the American Gothic

So drive a pitchfork in my chest, call me pathetic

I’m used to heaving, this deluded boy won’t think

Pastel pink of watered-down blood lining the sink

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Now my tongue is fettered to the roof of my mouth

Preoccupied with my dizzy little girl from the south

Her poison scented soft like a postcard from France

Breaking off both wrists with her single cold glance

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You gave me a present, I wasted it reaching the past

I swear these mnemonics were not supposed to last

I won’t be able to retrieve those nights that you stole

Crushed like my soul to draw my portrait in charcoal

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Your silver necklace is beginning to tighten like a noose

The chain links are tiredly tarnished but I can’t set loose

I’ll die clashing against gold and in monochrome lockets

Please save my heart dizzy girl, and hide it in your pocket.

~*~

What if I can’t forget you?
I’ll burn your name into my throat
I’ll be the fire that’ll catch you
What’s so good about picking up pieces?
What if I don’t even want to…?

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☆ so dizzy ★

♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

spinning, we in

carousels and

totem poles and

wedding bells

twirling, we in

seven balls and

fairy lights, we

deck the halls

rotating, we in

clay pot jars and

wide awake to

watch the stars

pirouetting, we in

ballet moves and

forest shafts and

tree trunk grooves

whirling, we in

bicycle hills and

bus field trips and

steering wheels

eddying, we in

sailing boats and

rippling circles and

waters of purple

revolving, we in

our worlds, in

milky ways and

candied words

spiralling, we in

motions fall as

we dizzy, out of

control.

♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

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Vertigo Castle

I found myself trapped in Rapunzel’s tall tower

With no long blonde hair or horseback saviour

Tiptoeing downwards now, ever so softly

As not to disturb the maddening menagerie

Spiraling several sets of sistine stairways

Trying to find out a futile impossible escape

Deeper, deeper, and down further now I will go

Down into the lofty tower built to hold inferno

Worn-down melted steps from other tired feet

That also became lost and pleaded unto defeat

Corkscrewing down into the dulled darkness

Hope and truth got dizzy from such a mess

Crumbling old walls hold me away from outside

Restrain and resign my feet, locked up till demise

But I will find a way out of this endless vertigo

If I have to fall to taste freedom, then let it be so.

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