my brain is
at war with everything
especially taking
aim at myself
and i am tired
from staying alert
for potential ambush
unable to relax
as shrapnel flies
all around me
an addiction to
chasing passions
leaves a blindspot
to reality where
up and down become
interchangeable
insanities and
the sirens roar
in perpetual battle
on a one man front
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
That’s wonderful
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I did write it almost immediately after posting. Do you want a link here or…? It’s on my Niki Flow blog, not the quotes on. ♥
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Oh hmm. That prior comment is from Niki Flow from a different computer btw — didn’t realize I wasn’t signed into WP.
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I wondered who the mystery person was
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I get this big time. I have a screaming chorus (like the Greek chorus of old). Picture those masks with the perpetual scream mouth. They never have anything good to say. I figured out they dissolve in bright unlight or with certain music. I should write a poem about this too instead of clogging up your comment box. ♥
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you should write it, it sounds beautiful
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Thank you. The chorus says I suck and should just delete all my sites and hide. So, looks like I’m going to thumb my nose and write this poem today. ♥
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