Another Chance

Ain’t no one like my little Thug❤ (Sibling Love)

1 – Hip hop Madness.
You kill my sadness.

Delivering happiness.

And you hold my back.

Making my racks.

Rebuilding to new amended facts.

Rocky your photograph.

Is all I have.

In my purse, in my pocket pants.

Black Jeans Dance.

And every time you forgive me with yet another chance.

BPD Bad.

Still Hold My Hand.

Never leave, never land.

In depression like me, like what all I Lag.

Please understand.

Forgive the Psychotic Mad.
2 – Tupac Shakur feels.

21 Savage Seek.

Gangsta Content, Gangsta Theme. Gangsters shooting Bullets supreme.

Finishing the evil enemy.

Mandatory need.

Mandatory, necessary.

Motivational pick keys.

When fell down on my knees.

Totally smile pleased.

Your talents are your masterpiece.

You’re my own photography, 

Visual curiosity.

Unusual dark philosophy.

But it is indeed satisfactory.

In your dictionaries.

Encyclopedia Peace.

Ocean, sand, Like Beach,

Cool breeze.

Taste Read.

I will try to eat.

Will give my efforts best possibly.

But tolerate my relapsing genes.

Imprinted drastically.

Thinking deeply.

Forgive me, forgive me.

Reassurance meet.

Even your absence is absolutely,

Spiritually,

Blessed with me.

Blood brother, my blood decrease.

Recovery heal, 

Writing with breaks and meals.

Art Teach.

Art Sweet.

Art peach.

Art Technology.

Art assurities.

Art purities. 

Hold my bleed.

Hear my pleads.

And never leave.
3 – Hip hop Madness.

You kill my sadness.

Delivering happiness.

Paranoic attack.

And you hold my back.

Making my racks.

Rebuilding to new amended facts.

Rocky your photograph.

Is all I have.

In my purse, in my pocket pants.

Black Jeans Dance.

And every time you forgive me with yet another chance.

Thank You Brother For Giving Me Hip Hop. It has been my all time Real G Motivation. (In Pic: Tupac A. Shakur, Afeni Shakur, 21 Savage)

Written By Patient Flipped a.k.a Stanly S. Toppo For Rocky Luke Toppo. 

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A Cry For Help (Part 2)

​Theme – Borderline Personality Disorder.

Bipolar Disorder.

Hopeless Romanticism. 

Relapse.

Inktober (BPD, BiPolar)

1 – Contemporary Rapture.
Crossing my way to capture,

And to terrorise my human nature.

And swallow my bones like a vulture.

A war venture.A vile gesture.
A bloody red treasure.
Mind, heart, fracture.
Only parallel lines and no curvature.
Turn me vulnerable.
Skin disfigure.
Suicidal puncture.

2 – A Mind Connection.

A Soul Interpretation.
Call of beauty perception.
Human Nature Filteration.
A Psychedelic Formation.
A Natraja Transformation.
A Spiritual Dilution.
But all remains observational.
Notorious qualifications.
In absolute rustic concussion.
Horrifying confusions.
Tangled in a bunch of contradictions.
Which is my borderline retaliation.
Mummification & cremation.
Anger trade of self hate Justification.
Painful Circumcision.
Drowning my knees too weak, instateneous castration.
Breathing in dissociation.
Mental Damnation. 
All I could feel are premonitions.
Of my own Self Destruction.

3 – I can’t be.

Even if I reveal.
I’ve fallen for you, piece by piece.
And I will indeed,
Get crucified like a sheep.
Slaughtering to bleed.
Isolation destiny.
Explicit vocabulary.
My layers of personality,
Are getting peeled.
Gaze Emptying.
Quivering knees.
Borderline Bastard with mental disease.
Emotional relapse, hopeless freeze.
I beg you, help me!!!
Help me! Please!!!
My Sati.

The Mystique.

BPD. Bipolar. (ART)

Spiritual Awakening through Dark Powers.

Written ByPatient Flipped a.k.a Stanly S. Toppo

(Dedicated To Sati_TheMystique)

The Actual Thing (Truth)

Sati The Mystique (Live, Laugh, Learn)😇❤💙💚

“If she is being your Sati, As a responsible human it’s crucial to become a Mahadev yourself, become her protector before becoming her lover. Provide her protection and keep her away from the ill evils of society and the world. Concealing yourself behind a pillar of strength and power, unveiling whenever necessary and required.”
#Bond

#Wise

#Philosophy 

#Honesty

#Healing


(Patient Flipped On Sati The Mystique)

Stanly S. Toppo 

Ticking Time Bomb

BPD is never in the middle. (Extreme High-low)



Theme – 

Mental Illnesses.

Eating Disorders.

Borderline Personality Disorder.

Depression.

Anxiety.

Self Harm.

Addiction.

Facts




1 – Dawn.

“C’mon.”

Mocks.

Sensitivity Shocks.

Trigger Talks.

Hawks.

Bleed a hell lot.

Abandoned in this ball.

Break bones on the wall.

Borderline brought.

Rail track hot.

Problems unsolved. 

Box locked.

Chain of infinite thoughts. 

Walking across.

With substances in default.

With substance withdrawals.

With addiction caught.

Like a Suicidal corpse.

Like a dead rot.

Like a ticking time bomb.
2 – Self Destruction to define.

To numb the mind.

Out bursting in diet.

“No problem! I’m fine.”

Established relationship reply.

Opening up appears to terrify.

Can’t cry.

But always a swollen eye.

Angry fights.

Angry bites.

Again dying.

Again lying.

Hide.

Silently died.

From the inside.

Fan guide.

Knot appears bright.

Guilt oblige.

Fright.

Wide.

Time.

Puppet prime.

Controlling crime.

One more cut please, to stabilise!

Long Sleeve to cover up all the lies.
3 – Shame Filled.

Overkill. 

Manic thrill.

Of blade drill.

Self medicating until,

10 deep openings are done on skin.

Piercing steel pins.

Experimental self harm of anaesthetics.

Addictively pathetic.

Impulsively picked. 

Give up! You Prick! 

Hide that you’re actually sick.

Razor marking maladaptive.

Sedative,

That’s effective.

Borderline self destructive.

Everyday variations in mood swings.

Ultimately the enemy wins.

Self Harm swim.
4 – Caffeine Relays.

Hunger delayed.

Anxiously behaved.

Smash that food filled plate.

Chewed Up Brain.

Totally Frail.

Eat your own damn-bam pain.

Only option left of intakes.

For the strike, it awaits.

Open eyes! It wakes.

Occupied substance waste.

Depression Date.

Lonely with just blades.

Loving them anyways. Every way. 

Insomnia phase.

Functioning rage.

Functional self hate.

Food Jail!

Disgust of weight machine scales.

Smash that food filled plate! 

Smash that food filled plate!

 

5 – Dawn.

“C’mon.”

Mocks.

Sensitivity shocks.

Trigger Talks.

Hawks.

Bleed a hell lot.

Abandoned in this ball.

Break bones on the wall.

Borderline brought.

Rail track hot.

Problems unsolved. 

Box locked.

Chain of infinite thoughts. 

Walking across.

With substances in default.

With substance withdrawals.

With addiction caught.

Like a Suicidal corpse.

Like a dead rot.

Like a ticking time bomb.

 

Positives

Written By P.S.

Aroused

It’s True.

Written By P.S.

Theme – Depression.

Anxiety.

Self harm.

Eating disorders.

Addiction.
(Trigger Warning)
1 – Everything Blacks – out.

Every contact is foul.

Don’t interact, with your mouth.

Destructively operating and everything shuts down.

Smack yourself against the crowd.

Of societal  nouns.

Of societal grounds.

Lowering standards of self doubts.

Again getting strong & loud.

Self Harmer temptedly aroused.
2 – It’s all about the blade must.

It’s all about the blade thrust.

It’s all about that relieving rush. 

It’s all about the deep burst.

It’s all about the guilt worst.

It’s all about the scenery of blood shrugs.

Every time cursed.

Every time rubbed.
3 – Binged and purged.

Weakening submerged.

Dissociative serves.

To body and nerves.

Strange voices heard.

They begin to learn.

Your weakest turn.

Making you burn.

Making you concerned.

Making you follow its instructions.

Vile junction.

Bile abruption.

Nauseous proportions.

Digestive food abortions.

Blacking out cautions.
4 – Helpless Cope.

Hopeless bowl.

Never been told.

How to hold?

This chokes.

This pokes.

Out of control.

But the most.

Illogically – logical, inner feeding host.

Vulnerably gropes.

Strong gripness and furious hold.

Blood cone.

Blood enroll.

Brain sold.

Cognitions torn.

Gun reload.

Trigger Rode.

Failure phone.

Of unnheard moans.
5 – Everything Blacks – out.

Every contact is foul.

Don’t interact, with your mouth.

Destructively operating and everything shuts down.

Smack yourself against the crowd.

Of societal  nouns.

Of societal grounds.

Lowering standards of self doubts.

Again getting strong & loud.

Self Harmer temptedly aroused.

Into The Wild By Erin Hunter.

Quiet

Mahadev 🙏 (S)

Quiet.
Written By P.S.
Theme – Depression.

Anxiety.

Addiction.

Self Harm.

Eating Disorders. 

Mental Health.

(Trigger Warning)

1 – Riot.

Tired.

Anxiety liar.

Insomnia fire.

Blade desire.

Urges higher.

Urges hired.

Blood drier.

Abnoxious surveilled diets.

Everything remains quiet.

Just tired

Just quiet.

2 – Cinematic gleam.

Collapsed heaps.

Bleeding gently.

Bleeding everyday, every week.

Dirty deeds.

Dripping on feet.

Guilt regimes.

Painful screams.

Extraordinary scene.

Of suppressing, relief lean.

Depression clean.

Everything’s red but, the world is again green.

Quietly bring a team.

Bring your needs.

And fall down on your knees.

Bangs on self esteem.

Madness speaks.

Damn! How weak?

How are you so weak??

3 – Riot.

Tired.

Anxiety liar.

Insomnia fire.

Blade desire.

Urges higher.

Urges hired.

Blood drier.

Abnoxious surveilled diets.

Everything remains quiet.

Just tired.

Just quiet.
4 – Trigger table.

Damaged cable.

Vicious enable.

No! Good night, later.

“Haha”, laughs of evil favor.

Nasty galaxy crater.

Supreme fader.

Hate irritator.

Impulse surrender.

Action mender.

Pleasure seductor. 

Guilt rupture.

Possessive structures.
5 – Black and white.
Just fight.

This height.

Misfunctional device.

Vehicle seat belt tight.

On a driving night.

Switch on your headlights.

This is gonna be a nasty ride.

And you might,

You might not even cry.

After its done absolutely right.

Flying like a kite.

Black and white.

Don’t worry! Chew and bite.
6 – Riot.

Tired.

Anxiety liar.

Insomnia fire.

Blade desire.

Urges higher.

Urges hired.

Blood drier.

Abnoxious surveilled diets.

Everything remains quiet.

Just tired.

Just quiet.

Failed

…Smother Another Failure! Lay this to rest. Console yourself, you’re better alone. Destroy yourself, see who gives a fuck! Absorb yourself, you’re better Alone. Destroy yourself!!! (Laid To Rest By Lamb Of God)

Written By P.S.

Theme – Madness.

Depression.

Anxiety.

Self Harm.

Addiction.

Low self esteem.
(Trigger Warning/Explicit)
1 – Failed! Failed! Failed!

To exactly communicate.

Emotional rape.

Nauseous hate.

Toxic trade.

Blasting rate.

Of mind pain.

Of mind shame.

Loops obtained.

Weakened to faint.

Tainted paint.
2 – What have you done?

Can’t you just self destruct?

“You empty mug”.

“You empty cup”.

“You’ll fail trust!”.

“You fail and rust!”.

Like a useless junk.

Like a rotting dump.

Fun becomes.

Terrifying bumps. 

Lane jump.

Accidental numb.
3 – Fear unknown.

Something not told.

Last remaining remote.

How to hope?

How much cold.

When your soul is sold.

To evil evokes.

Failing to erode.

Speeding on a holes filled road.

Thoughts hold.

To a blade provoke.

And emotions mould.
4 – Anxious nights.

Petrified.

Immobilized.

Horrified.

Paralyzed.

How to describe?

Dimensional cries.

Help dies.

Guilt rise.

Sharp dice.

Pain alive.

A war void.

A war wide.

A shoot sight.

A lost fight.

Relieved mind.

Erasing time.

Disguised!

In A While.
5 – Failed! Failed! Failed!

To exactly communicate.

Emotional rape.

Nauseous hate.

Toxic trade.

Blasting rate.

Of mind pain.

Of mind shame.

Loops obtained.

Weakened to faint.

Tainted paint.