The Lyrical Assassins Brotherhood Poetry

Mental Breakdowns

I think as writers/poets we have a mental breakdown at least twice a week. This is your opportunity to express your breakdowns and your come ups. 

This week we have a dear friend of mine, Roxy Dixon as host. She is one of the most explosive writers I know. I never know what she will write next. Her mind is limitless and it is always a pleasure to work/collab with her. 

David Cardenas

Editor In Chief/The LAB


33 responses

  1. Yay David ur awesome! .. well sometimes lol.. LOVE THAT PIC! (u no me so well!) …Cant wait to c how everyone crafts this and breaks it!

    October 25, 2011 at 9:05 am

    • YAY!! EMA BEMA!! Me encanta el culo loco y esta pieza culo loco. Usted no cómo llegar a mi engranajes moler!

      October 25, 2011 at 7:44 pm

      • ❤ ❤ ❤ ay Mi Emo Gracias!!!! ❤ ❤ ❤

        October 26, 2011 at 1:08 pm

    • Excellent write Roxy, you always deliver.

      October 26, 2011 at 4:59 am

      • Thank u so much Frankie!

        October 26, 2011 at 1:09 pm

    • Poetic Ray

      My Wurd Wizard… you already know. You be on some mo’ shit and I luv it! (lil crazy self lol)

      October 26, 2011 at 5:20 pm


        October 27, 2011 at 3:31 pm

  2. wow this is so amazing. “tried to be warm but i just get colder” i love it.

    October 25, 2011 at 9:25 am

    • Your awesome 🙂

      October 26, 2011 at 1:11 pm

  3. This is a very well written abstract piece that i most enjoyed reading Roxy Pc….great job!!

    Jack Hammered Into My Mind Is Where My Thoughts Be
    Trying By Any Means To Collect Them Truly
    Becoming Ajarred By The Monstrous Collage B4 Me
    Sheets Upon Placid Strips Escape The Interim
    Disposed For Manipulative Gesturin
    Pivotal Contortions Embellish By The Screaming
    Recollecting The Moments Of Acute Utterances
    Sharp Adulterated Visions Perplexes The True Meaning
    Ushering The Imps To Pound Incantations While Doin Dances
    Escaping From Me They Flutter As I Cry
    Out At The Rim Exposing The Waning Crescent
    Tired As I Hold On To Whats Not Fried
    Forcing The Distinct Vessel To Comply

    Off With Her Head The Queen Screams The Orders From Inside

    October 25, 2011 at 9:47 am

    • Wow, Nicely done Sonya. That was rivitting


      October 25, 2011 at 9:51 am

    • WELL DAMN SONYA!! Thats my tyoe of reading…Powerful

      October 25, 2011 at 8:35 pm

    • WOW! love the last line, Great INK

      October 26, 2011 at 5:00 am

    • Sonya Sonya Sonya.. smh ..thatz a nice pen !!

      October 26, 2011 at 1:12 pm

    • Poetic Ray

      wow… those last 3 lines got me! dopeness

      October 26, 2011 at 5:19 pm

  4. Thanks David:


    ShE Be ArOuSiNg ThE HoStIlItY In Me

    ScRaTcHiNg At My CoRtEx TrYiNg To BeCoMe FrEe

    PlAyInG iN mY gReY mAtTeR iNdIsCrEeTlY

    sTiTcHiNg ThE mAnGlEd ImAgEs AgAiNsT mE

    EnGaGiNg In My DeMiSe ReCrEaTiOnAl AcTiViTy

    OcCuPyInG mY tImE wItH pLeDgEs EfFeCtIvElY

    AtTrAcTiNg ThOsE ThOuGhTs ThAt HaMmEr & PlAgUe Me

    October 25, 2011 at 10:21 am

    • ShE Be ArOuSiNg ThE HoStIlItY In Me….. whew… WHEW .. how i love that line lmao..

      October 26, 2011 at 1:14 pm

    • This is a very nicely done piece. I love it. I also love the way you presented the text. It give it, dare i say, “text”ure. lol Wonderfully done.


      October 26, 2011 at 1:53 pm

  5. End date
    Friday, October Twenty First
    I’ve enter a state of death
    Physically, my mind has departed the earth
    I no longer feel that I am worth
    A mention or even a thought
    I fought, But lost
    Hope at all cost
    Claimed, I was a boss
    But I’m a slave to society
    Different from most
    But still I provide no memorable variety
    Is this sign of how pious I be
    It seems even the pious fall under the gun
    So I descend to my damnation
    Where my torment has truly begun
    Flaws imprinted within my flesh
    Failing at being my best
    Silenced by my blinded insanity
    There is no man in me, no, there’s nothing left
    So stressed
    I’m Pressed
    To express
    With my very last breath
    Words to appease my soul
    Eternally as I slept
    I’ve reached my final depths
    My last steps
    Are a text
    To leave this world perplexed

    October 25, 2011 at 7:58 pm

    • A very thought provoking write Phoenix, rather sad I feel, and very well crafted

      October 26, 2011 at 5:02 am

    • Different from most
      But still I provide no memorable variety … you’ll always be more then a memory ..ur pen oozed with pain and submissiveness ..ey mi emo!

      October 26, 2011 at 1:29 pm

    • I love the piece and I also love the way you chopped it up. It added to the emotion and the feeling of it. Awesome.


      October 26, 2011 at 1:57 pm

  6. I’m enclosed in materialistic walls of turmoil
    Drowning in memories of times that have yet to come
    Chasing hopes which lay behind me
    Urging me to leave them where they lie and simply just RUN!!

    As I scamper along my mental highway
    Tripping over nightmarish scenes of disappointment
    I see the glimmer of golden light which I can not reach
    But it beckons me as salvation to my erratic anointment

    Darkness mirrors my souls intention
    As I criss-cross lanes of terms of endearment
    Dropping love and picking up pain
    As if my psyche has giving stress full consent

    Consent for what? I dare not ask
    Because the road is riddled more guilt than I can withstand
    Sweating profusely but running and getting no where
    Is seems that all I am losing is time span

    So as I run going no where
    Gasping for air in these memories that are causing me to drown
    I realized that I awake in a world that’s emotionally sleeping
    Suffering from a pre-traumatic mental breakdown

    October 25, 2011 at 8:33 pm

    • This is so nightmareish, I feel I’ve been in a dream like state like this on more than one occasion. Love this one Phoenix

      October 26, 2011 at 5:05 am

    • Gasping for air in these memories that are causing me to drown
      I realized that I awake in a world that’s emotionally sleeping …. WHEW UR AMAZING!

      October 26, 2011 at 1:32 pm

  7. Mental Breakdown

    Brain swells filled with murderous anger
    Trying hard here to… exorcise
    Stupidity of senseless mind talk
    Strange voices trying hard to polarize
    I know what I’m fuckin doing
    Get out of my personal space
    Don’t need your constant whispers
    Blade sharpened ready to slice your fuckin face
    Brain red hot hummin… fuckin throbbin
    Face contorted in dark crazy frown
    Things swoonin all weavey zig zag
    Simmerin in complete… mental breakdown


    October 26, 2011 at 4:56 am

    • That one packed a punch Frankie. I like the ending.


      October 26, 2011 at 6:10 am

    • YES YES YES! Frankie this is hot…dark… delightful. Awesome piece

      October 26, 2011 at 11:23 am

    • DAMN! ..she went off lmao.. Trying hard here to… exorcise
      Stupidity of senseless mind talk
      Strange voices trying hard to polarize
      I know what I’m fuckin doing
      Get out of my personal space
      Don’t need your constant whispers

      say it again!

      October 26, 2011 at 1:33 pm

  8. Breakdown
    by David Cardenas

    They say it’s always silent before the storm
    So I sit and quietly sip my coffee
    I stare at my life that is twisted and torn
    And pray that poverty will get off me

    But the bills keep building up higher
    Like a symphony, it slowly progresses
    My paycheck can not extinguish the fires
    And problems and stress is what I’m left with

    So, I work harder, push and push past it
    But the more I work, the deeper I get
    Until I can no longer hide the fear or mask it
    And then I start hearing from death

    He is an isolated whisper, telling me to meet him
    Tell me, don’t bother with the stress of it all
    Then other voices join in, louder to beat him
    And what I’m left with is a room full of crowded thought

    I lost my job, my wife is on the verge of leaving me
    My son is lost in his own head on who he really is
    I stare in the mirror and I am not really seeing me
    I breathe, but I wonder, do I really live

    Now Death’s whispers have become vociferous screaming
    I drop my coffee cup and a piece of me falls with it
    I fall to my knees, because life has lost all meaning
    And what it wants from me, I can not give it

    This is my breakdown; a break up from life’s reality
    I can not distinguish, what is real and what is not
    I am lost within my own fallacies
    As I slowly start to pick up the pieces of the cup and the life i got

    October 26, 2011 at 1:51 pm

    • Amazing how u pour urself into a piece ..regardless of wat u write!.. luv’d it D!

      October 27, 2011 at 3:37 pm

  9. Billy "B Smooth" Mahan

    Mental breakdown is something i try to stray from,
    new editions of old problems add to make tears run,
    never been sheltered so was raised to shelf all emotion,
    potent troubles and fears give lumps in my throat until I’m choking,
    focusing on the good that surrounds me I’m blessed,
    try to put my burdens on him above when I’m distressed,
    strong minded yet weak hearted feels like cardiac arrest,
    my chest gets tighter with less free breaths,
    anxiety could set in but i control myself,
    no night dreams or food digesting so there goes my health,
    mentally was strong but everything else takes over,
    drunk with rage but i didn’t take any shots…im sober
    no shots at her, not shots at them,
    no shot at my future so i wonder what could of been,
    if i could I’d strangle my problems out till they suffocate,
    sufficiently and progressively my mind runs out of takes,
    hard to clean up and edit the act,
    may be young but wisdom i do not lack,
    before i snap i realize god has my back,
    religion is also a state of mind so before i slip I always come back

    October 27, 2011 at 2:53 pm

  10. The Healing Strength of Music

    It seems in my life that my mind comes to a complete stop.
    I cant seem to process what I’m writing or my task at hand.
    For days I sit and stare at blank paper with nothing n my head.
    Then music begins and its like the words come to me like a waterfall of lyrical opportunity.
    For days it flows on and on.
    Then it seems like the water runs dry and I’m back to empty thoughts.
    I cant seem to make the words come to me.
    Its not till the music starts that the words begin to flow.
    My mental breakdowns are a sickness that can only be cured by the strength of music.
    My powerful drug, I’m addicted to and wouldn’t have it any other way.

    October 31, 2011 at 2:58 pm

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