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Schizophrenic Remedy

I've glanced at heaven.
I've walked through hell.
I wish on stars and dandelions

I crave for fantasies reality cannot satiate
At night I talk to the moon and sing to the stars
I walk on clouds and speak to whispers
I follow faeries to far off places 

Where a bleeding moon hangs from the sky
Where I run along in meadows of black and white roses.
Smiling as the thorns lacerate me.
 Dancing with red eyed creatures
Listening to whispers in the wind.
With this feeling of finally belonging.
Being finally at peace... 
Safe inside, this world in my mind
Lost between reality and time

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Date: 9/24/2014 9:01:00 AM
this is really awesome, brilliant use of images, bleeding moon, moved me.... Hugs malik
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Date: 5/31/2014 1:35:00 AM
Oh this is an awesome poem. I love how you say "...I run along in meadows of black an white roses" and I love the happy optimistic ending of the poem. I have Schizophrenia by the way. Lol
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