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)

My Psychedelic Sati.

Sati The Mystique

1 -She.

Is my deep.

Obsessional breeze.

Breathing in me,

A power to feel.

Whenever I’m super weak.

My mind pleased.

My demons hate her in my dreams.

Because she’s my true love in every mean.

Calming my angry evil who intrude my peace.

A soft corner, the purest purity.

She is my psychedelic Sati.
2 – Honoured.

With your acceptance warmer.

Your open arms are like my armour.

Loving a hated self harmer. 

When blades appears sharper.

When mind shouts darker.

She lights my damaged markers.

She is my precious harbor.

She is my healing charger.

She is my special power.
3 – She is another.

Brave soldier.

Like a worshiper,

I bow in front of her.

I love her like no one else; or other.

A special mighty wonder. 

Spectrum of genuine colours.

Together we’ll sail forever.

With our art endeavor.

We’ll recover and we’ll get better.

And you’ll always will be my special treatment helper.

Motivation enabler.

Hate disabler.

Shape changer.

Eliminating danger.

More than a favor.

Together we’ll sail forever. 
4 – Super beauty.

Therapeutic duty.

Patient happy.

Who was sadly,

Lost in the abyss.

You took me in your valley.

Fundamentally.

Radically.

Gently.

Took me.

Changed me.

Loved me.

Cared for me.

And Made me.

Alive and free.

She’s My psychedelic Sati.
5 – She.

Is my deep.

Obsessional breeze.

Breathing in me,

A power to feel.

Whenever I’m super weak.

My mind pleased.

My demons hate her in my dreams.

Because she’s my true love in every mean.

Calming my angry evil who intrude my peace.

A soft corner, the purest purity.

More than a bliss, defeating the enemies.

With her sword which is heavy.

She is my hallucinatory.

She is my imaginaries.

She is my rave reign.

She is my psychedelic Sati.

My Natraja supremacy.

My Musical Synchronicity.

My peace treaty.

My purest purity.

My saving grace philosophy.

My pro recovery.

My psychedelic Sati.

On psychedelia! Boom!

Written By P.S For Sati_TheMystique. 

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.

Horror Horizon

Blood Madness, Silent Noise!
Mental Chaos Of Social Anxiety Disorder.

Horror Horizon
Written By P.S.
Theme – Depression.

Eating Disorders.

Anxiety.

Self Harm.

Phobia.
1 – He’s super stressed.

He’s super depressed.

Paranoia Press.

Dissociation progress.

Anxiously present.

Imaginary dependance. 

Delusional torments.

Filling up dead rodents.

Silent then suddenly violent.

Unknown enemy, unknown friend.

Can’t sit here, can’t stay patient.

Head-Horror-Horizon dent.
2 – Irrational Fear.

False accusations are here.

Getting ready to pierce.

Paranoia sets near.

Psychotic behavior.

What to do now? Mirror Meaner.

Scales Cleaner.

Phobia Premiere. 

Madness tear.

Distortion team curve.

Blade Adjusts.

This ruckus.

Blade Adjusts.

Punch it! Bloody shit! Punch!!!

Blade Adjusts.

Dissolution Cut.

Blade Adjusts.

Wrenching gut.

Blade Adjusts.

Medicative Mud.

Blade Adjusts.

Horror thuds.

Blade Adjusts.

With parallels.
3 – Socially Dead.

An odd Co incidence.

Victimized lens.

Emotional imbalance.

Horror Ambulance.

Self despised detachment. 

Anxious Severance.

Bubbling tolerance.

Unstable mood variance.

Logical Divergence.

Panic sets at night’s crescent.

Guilty!!!, Hence,

How to repent?

How to seek penance?

Only shinning judgement.

Seems to be the logical engagement.

Seems to be the only slapping derailment.

From The Hell of existence.
4 – Self Harmer Carelessly Swinged.  

Triggering mind kills.

Blades Never Quit.

Skeptic Disk.

Focusing Risk.

Mind Kicked.

Body Ditched.

Nasty Hits.

Pressurised drifts.

On the skin.

Opening terrific.

Flesh Filth.

You deserve it.

You imperfect brick.

You fat quilt.

Burdened with food guilt.

Purge! till head your absolutely spins. 

Starve! till eyes can’t meet the mist.
5 – Blade Adjusts.

This ruckus.

Blade Adjusts.

Punch it! Bloody shit! Punch!!!

Blade Adjusts.

Dissolution Cut.

Blade Adjusts.

Wrenching gut.

Blade Adjusts.

Medicative Mud.

Blade Adjusts.

Horror thuds.

Blade Adjusts.

With parallels.
6 – He’s super stressed.

He’s super depressed.

Paranoia Press.

Dissociation progress.

Anxiously present.

Imaginary dependance. 

Delusional torments.

Filling up dead rodents.

Silent then suddenly violent.

Unknown enemy, unknown friend.

Can’t sit here, can’t stay patient.

Head-Horror-Horizon dent.

 

 

Self Defeat

Eating Disorders are not choices, they choose you. (FACT 101)

SELF DEFEAT.
Written by P.S.
Theme – Depression.

Anxiety.

Eating Disorders.

Self Harm.

Addiction.

Substance Abuse.

(Trigger warning/explicit)
1 – Pierce.

Fierce.

Sounding near.

Smashed rear.

Bleeding ears.

Disgusted fears.

Whorish deer.

Molly becomes a peer.

Downer flame sear.
“Molly” – MDMA. Psychoactive Drug.
2 – Chem. (Short for “chemicals”).

Drug gem.

Spiral bend.

Just pretend.

Focused end.

Depths & dens.

Submerging trench.

Barbaric fence.

Failed defence.

Insomnia strikes.

Mentally blind.

Conclusions, terrified.

Roll the dice.

Pay the price.

Guilt obliged.

Pain??? Right!!!

Blade grind.
3 – Self Defeat.

Social anxiously.

Destructively.

Nervous system disease.

Eat! Bitch! Eat!

My voice begins to screech

My voice begins to creak.

Forcing beat.

Forcing meet.

Of guilt teeth.

Of guilt reach.

Destructively.

Self Defeat.
4 – Food toxification.

Fixations!

Obsessions!

Occasions!

Prohibition.

Dead ambition.

Total restrictions.

Volcanic eruptions.

Open nations.

Chemical patience.

Genetical destruction.

Dissociative concentration.
5 – Self Defeat.

Social anxiously.

Destructively.

Nervous system disease.

Eat! Bitch! Eat!

My voice begins to screech

My voice begins to creak.

Forcing beat.

Forcing meet.

Of guilt teeth.

Of guilt reach.

Destructively.

Self Defeat.

 

End the stigma. Ask a serious sufferer for a better insight on an eating disorder. For the rest its nothing, eating is just another task or not a big deal for them; It’s a war for lifetime for us. Breaking us all slowly even when we try to recover, we have to fight back. It takes a lot believe me, to actually fight the same thing all over again. It stays. Never leaves. And most of all you wonder how long? how long, like this? It’s a serious struggle. Each and every single second, every single day. To live with those voices.

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.