Med Dread

Can’t breathe, can’t think,
Feel as though I’m on the brink,
Take a pill, still not calm,
Fighting thoughts that do me harm.

Cold night, cold air,
Trapped within a hollow stare,
Want to fly, want to flee,
I hate the world for judging me.

Weary soul, weary head,
I’m not ashamed of wounds I’ve bled,
Lost in crazy, lost insane,
My words are all that will remain.

Can’t sleep, can’t blink,
I’m drowning but I cannot sink,
The side effects of life’s cruel game,
Are running through my wayward brain.

Chase joy, chase fun,
In dreams by chance I choose to run,
The roller coaster speeds ahead,
As meds regale their awful dread.

© The Complicated Bunny – 29 Sep 2022

The Cuckoo’s Nest

The cuckoo’s nest is so sublime,
It fuels my captivating rhyme,
With intertwining highs and lows,
And manic muse that ebbs and flows,

It’s padded with a wealth of age,
That sublimates each turning page,
Illuminating thoughts within,
Still buried underneath my skin,

Like chapters of a torrid past,
Which act like sails upon a mast,
And steer me through the rugged tides,
Where vast adventure surely hides,

And beckons me to chase the light,
Releasing fears that of the night,
Do cripple with their silent rage,
And pledge this world a mortal stage,

But one in which my feet are ground,
And tuned towards a peaceful sound,
That rises from the water’s edge,
Caressing nature in its pledge,

To guarantee a better life,
That sheds this convoluted strife,
Immersing senses here and now,
Where harmony does take a bow,

And guides the hapless towards hope,
Where hearts align and spirits cope,
On nature’s trails where fear is best,
Tossed back inside the cuckoo’s nest.

© The Complicated Bunny – 26 Sep 2022

Toxic Positivity

It’s toxic positivity,
These platitudes they speak,
Designed to put themselves at ease,
And flabbergast the meek,
Another form of ridicule,
No empathy just gloat,
I swear if one more person chants,
I’ll punch them in the throat.

It’s toxic positivity,
We struggle not the same,
A thought, a quote, a notion,
Often driving me insane,
Dismissed for negativity,
Placated for my tries,
To hide behind a happy face,
Is nothing short of lies.

It’s toxic positivity,
In atmospheric tense,
‘Cause all these candied gratitudes,
Are just a wire fence,
Encasing false bravados,
Shaming truths that lie within,
Unless you face reality,
You’ll never truly win.

It’s toxic positivity,
These Pollyanna chides,
Unless you sensor feelings fraught,
The world around you hides,
We’re all in this together,
It will work out in the end,
But only if you’re silent,
When the platitudes extend.

It’s toxic positivity,
But I am not bemused,
I feel the way I feel,
And my resolve will not be fused,
With bitter sweet harmonics,
That upset my repartee,
Come running with your toxic joy,
And watch me aptly flee.

It’s toxic positivity,
These platitudes they speak,
To hide behind a happy mask,
Is surely for the weak,
We do not struggle equally,
My rage and anger free,
The pain that lies within my soul,
That makes me truly me.

© The Complicated Bunny – 21 Sep 2022

Another Planet’s Hell

There’s some who say this world,
Maybe another planet’s hell,
A place that screams injustice,
Where a necromancer’s spell,
Has fear denouncing happiness,
And hearts rejecting joy,
Where souls are weeping labyrinths,
Perplexed by evil’s ploy.

There’s some who say this world,
Is begging for a greater stage,
It’s nestled near oblivion,
It’s actors fraught with rage,
With chaos brimming all around,
And darkness that entombs,
Malevolence and tragedy,
Where hurt forever looms.

There’s some who say this world,
Was broken far too long ago,
As narcissism fills the cracks,
The fear and hatred grow,
It’s such a bane existence,
Lives divided by their spills,
A wasteland filled with malcontents,
That search for shallow thrills.

There’s some who say this world,
Is what annihilation brings,
A plane of self destruction,
Waiting patient in the wings,
To wipe out all the innocence,
That filters light throughout,
By heaving persecutions,
That this life could do without.

It might be true, this world maybe,
Another planet’s hell,
But I prefer to hold regard,
Where Nature chimes Her bell,
To summon all the goodness,
That exists ‘tween sky and ground,
For I will blaze Her trails,
Until all freedoms have been found.

© The Complicated Bunny – 20 Sep 2022

Existential Sh*t

Is there a point where we belong,
A plan that’s somehow writ,
Where joy alone meets happiness,
And darkened caves are lit,
Where effort brings reward,
And all the pieces start to fit,
Or is this life we’re living,
Just some existential sh*t.

Is falling down the rabbit hole,
A means to summon grit,
Where struggle meets tenacity,
And urges fight to quit,
By validating suffering,
From feelings we admit,
Or is this life we’re chasing,
Just some existential sh*t.

Is rumination of the past,
A waste of space and spit,
Where anger rages endlessly,
Comedic in its skit,
A parody of future spawned,
And present we omit,
Or is this life we’re fighting,
Just some existential sh*t.

Is chasing new horizons now,
The way to stay legit,
A mountain path, a forest trail,
Both places to commit,
Where mind and body move as one,
And troubles start to split,
Or is this life we’re running,
Just some existential sh*t.

© The Complicated Bunny – 16 Sep 2022

Tethered To Sanity

I’m tethered to sanity,
Coming undone,
I long to feel joy,
But this life isn’t fun,
Trapped in a void,
Where my energy’s done,
I need to escape,
But there’s nowhere to run.

I’m tethered to sanity,
Moods hit and miss,
Just one choice away,
From destroying the bliss,
I travel the world,
Near immortal abyss,
I need to be free,
But my thoughts are remiss.

I’m tethered to sanity,
Snakes in the grass,
This illness is constantly,
Chewing my ass,
My spirit now broken,
Like decadent glass,
I need to choose hope,
But I’ve reached an impasse.

I’m tethered to sanity,
Madness my will,
Do I crawl up a mountain,
Or skip down a hill,
Will the efforts reward,
My emotional spill,
Yes I’m tethered but somehow,
Embracing the thrill.

© The Complicated Bunny – 14 Sep 2022

Manic Panic

Manic panic wound so tight,
I feed on fear that haunts the night,
Where upside down becomes my plight,
And madness takes the reins full flight.

Manic panic full of need,
My wounds can only weep and bleed,
I flee but I am never freed,
Because the darkness plants it’s seed.

Manic panic too much pain,
I’m trapped beneath the constant bane,
That fuels the heartache of the sane,
And leaves them sodden in the rain.

Manic panic way too fast,
This life was meant to be a blast,
Instead the die was never cast,
And I was left to finish last.

Manic panic rays so bright,
The sun is an amazing sight,
Don’t fly too close you’ll catch alight,
And burn from your co-morbid plight.

Manic panic no one’s there,
I’m trapped behind a savage glare,
That hides a face of great despair,
They never said life would be fair.

Manic panic eyes that glaze,
You curse dissociated daze,
Inside your head the fires blaze,
And wait for anhedonic haze.

Manic panic wound too tight,
My mind is summoned by the night,
To try and solve my weary plight,
But life is just a bitter fight.

© The Complicated Bunny – 14 Sep 2022

Insane, Outsane

Insane, Outsane
Time is a consummate thief
It lines all your pockets with madness
And leaves you left holding the grief

Insane, Outsane
Danger embracing your heart
You summon the courage to enter
Foundations are falling apart

It’s hard to be sane when your crazy
The madness controlling your view
Society deems you are damaged
Emotions are broken in two

And yet there is room for forgiveness
This life is the life that you know
And normal is way overrated
When fantasy puts on a show

Insane, Outsane
Seconds are slipping away
Emotions are left to determine
Which thoughts are controlling the day

Insane, Outsane
Windows now summon your view
Inside is a limit on reason
Outside is adventure to chew

It’s hard to be sane when your crazy
The madness controlling your view
Society deems you are damaged
Emotions are broken in two

And yet there is room for forgiveness
This life is the life that you know
And normal is way overrated
When fantasy puts on a show

© The Complicated Bunny – 29 Aug 2022

Fighting Wars

Fighting wars on many fronts,
Abuse, the hammer of the grunts,
That wield their cowardice en masse,
And trap you in a deep crevasse,

Where life is struggle to and fro,
The hardest ploy which way to go,
To shake the fierce tormented wreck,
Of fists that wrap around your neck,

And squeeze until you cannot bear,
The dark and unrelenting stare,
Of narcissistic smug refrain,
That twists inside your weary brain,

And as you pry your spirit loose,
They only tighten up the noose,
The rules are changing evermore,
And there are none to hear you roar,

And so you slowly drown in grief,
And bitterness, for time’s a thief,
That steals the savvy of your youth,
And plants an unforgiving truth,

That life is fraught where chaos reigns,
Let history reveal the pains,
For enemies will mask their stunts,
You’re fighting wars on many fronts.

© The Complicated Bunny – 27 Aug 2022

How Fast We Plummet

How fast we plummet yes indeed,
Breaking apart at rapid speed,
A heart and soul destined to bleed,
Which longs to be forever freed.

How fast the madness fills the mind,
My destiny now so inclined,
To drown amongst the dreaded kind,
That suffocate beneath the grind.

How fast a trigger brings decay,
I’m stalked at night like weakened prey,
With madness found I lost my way,
The colour drained and trapped in grey.

How fast emotion cripples time,
I spin upon a rusted dime,
And wonder what befalls my climb,
To live this life is such a crime.

How fast the crazy fills our soul,
I want the life this illness stole,
For growth is not a lovely stroll,
It’s peril searching for a role.

How fast we plummet yes indeed,
This world was never ours to bleed,
We break apart at rapid speed,
And long to be forever freed.

© The Complicated Bunny – 15 Aug 2022