Best Schizophrenic Poems
My soul is lost
upon ice-blue crevasses so deeply!
help me my blue elephant
that lettuce is brave
like electrons always saying hello
and never goodbyes!
You slip on lice and break your arms
it's all so SCHIZOPHRENIC: tangentiality!
stilted speech and phonemic paraphasia
are mainly broken-minded poets
who use both sides of a pencil
-+95% of black eyes kill 5% of rabbits
and the bird whistles in Japaneses:
"sei shin bun retsu byo"
( mind split disease)
where logic and proportion falls
between the King & Queen
AND ALL ANGELS go to 7-Eleven
in their heavenly garments to buy
hot dogs and slur-pees
and writing is a socially acceptable
form of schizophrenia...hmm....
such is the paradox of delusion
and how are you? When you walk down
a sidewalk to the abuse of verbally
abusive birds chirping loudly how
dull and stupid you are. So you move into
a homeless shelter and make new friends!
:: 10242015 ::
The story, sad.
The man, sad.
The wife sad,
The children, sad.
The diagnosis, paranoia schizophrenia.
It happened to the man when he was twenty-nine.
He had a sweet family, everything going fine.
But then this threw him out of whack.
He never got his family back.
His young wife had no idea what was wrong.
He followed voices, singing a lonely song.
His eight-year-old daughter was confused.
She kept it to herself, a bit amused.
His new baby, a boy, grew up without a dad,
Growing up without him, made this boy good and mad.
The wife who had married him and thought it was forever
Took him to court, and had his parental rights severed.
He lives alone, on days he is not the President.
On those days he lives in the White House.
He cannot go out on election years, because he is afraid of his fans and the FBI conspirators.
Everyone is out to get him on election years, and sometimes on Tuesdays on other years.
The story sad, the man sad, the wife sad, the children sad.
Paranoia Schizophrenia, a serious business.
I’m a schizophrenic person,
A telepathic one at that,
And all my thoughts I send to you,
And they’re all a bit abstract,
Strange thoughts to odd and unique,
In a wonderful world of mad,
These are the contrasting thoughts I’ve thought,
The little thoughts I’ve had,
And they are that people talk of me,
I hear voices in my head,
And I know that I have special powers,
Hearing thoughts of thoughts unsaid,
And my eyes see things that others don’t,
They see things that you see too,
They see everything that’s in your mind,
Because, my friend, I’m you.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I'm a schizophrenic
And so am I
I hear voices,
They tell me what to do.
Sometimes I listen,
But they want me to kill you.
I don't want to do it,
It wouldn't be fun.
So listen to me
As I suggest you run.
Run so I can't follow
So these voices won't make me take your life.
Run far away
So I don't have to use this knife.
I also have Multiple Personality Disorder
One part of me doesn't want to kill you
But the other part of me does.
I want to slit your throat and watch you bleed.
I will eat your dead corpse
And feed your bones to the pigs
And crush your skull to give to the field mice.
Voices voices telling me
Where to go
Who to see
What to say
And who to be
How to think
What to believe
What to buy
And what to spend
Where to start
And where to end
Who to hate
And to friend
When exactly to be straight
And when exactly, they say I should bend
.
Rules to live my life by
And how much I should get
When to let it go
Or when to throw a fit
Voices voices I declare
On the page
And on the air
Every how
And every where
.
Every say
And every said
Constant voices
In my head
Voices voices telling me
What to hope for
What to dream
Where to find
Blue Bell ice cream
When to whisper
When to scream
.
Voices voices telling you
Vote the red
Vote the blue
But don't think for yourself
No matter what you do
Voices to manipulate
Paint good men fools
Paint evil great
.
Those other voices whispering
Prodding me to do their thing
If I'm crazy let me be
But you be you
And I'll be me
And choose for myself
What I call free
.
Five hundred twenty-eight megahertz
Called us up out of the dirt
It's said I'll know the Shepherd's voice
And when He calls I'll have a choice
It's hard to hear Him thru the noise
Or cipher through religious ploys
But I choose to hear Him nonetheless
Tune out the chaos of all the rest
That one true Voice it brings me peace
And floods my soul with sweet relief
.
One last time I must tell
Keep your voices to yourself
Schizophrenic I may well be
But you just be you
And let me be me
Listen.....
Creatures whisper
Paranoia consumes me
Delirious, manic; psychotic fantasy
Medicated
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
Drowning the inner temperament babble,
Every drop desperately taken to escape,
Attempt to suppress delusions from acts of travel,
The cure, a simply complex psychotherapy mandate.
In an irritate direction towards premonitory fate,
Compulsively obsessed self-cognition ignored,
Fear that nearby sanatorium awaits,
Reflections give credence that mental stupor is adored.
Redundant dysphoria dances with superfluous isolation,
Relieving aid found in a paradox of intoxication,
Fathomed continuance of abuse requires excusing imploration,
Humor devised to disguise ominous personification.
Wonderful Anthems
Here and there into symphonies weaving
Words, panegyric words, inebriating
Nations everywhere each with glory beatifying
Faith, love, courage beautifully praising
Ethics, peace and hope in every song, exhilarating
Unity all are calling; freedom dearly holding
Life, shelter, chastity, wonders everyone offering
So many egos awry inflating
Schizophrenic world
Schizophrenic world we are building
False most hymns are sounding
Dissonant words travel to hearing
Peoples slowly, painfully dying
Hunger, famine more land gaining
Casus bellis easily finding
Exclusion, hatred everywhere disseminating
Extolled virtues nowhere, any longer existing
Human fresh flesh cheaply exposing
Scavengers we are all turning
Schizophrenic world
Schizophrenic world we are all building.
Schizophrenic one night stand
By Feo.
Benzos - that’s her thing
Meth - used to it
On her own since she was a little girl
She hears things, she always does
Every twitch is a different drug
And every voice is a different drink
Why are all the crazy ones taken?
It’s always the pretty ones that are crazier than me. But I get it
People with disorders make great lovers
The voices in there head scream louder in bed
We can be paranoid together if you’d let me.
Stop talking at me like you know my deepest fears… ^^???^^
You know nothing. ^^&&&^^
You give orders,
strange
twisted
orders… ^^___^^
and expect
my full
complicity…
You want me to do what???? Why???? ^^()()*****()()^^
Under whose authority? ^^??^^
This is some kind of sick joke isn’t it???
Answer me!!...... ^^!!!@@$$$%$# @@!!!^^
These wary friends, my head they crowd.
This constant noise, they get so loud…
Torment, anguish, the wish to die.
The voices sound so shrill, so dry.
Rat tat tat on my skull they go
The lights have dimmed, LET'S START THE SHOW!!!
#$&%*$$$$##* @))@ @))@ @))@ @))@ …………………………..
What’s wrong with me? Where have I been?
What have I done? Why have I sinned?
What happened here?
This blood amiss.
This stranger’s fear.
This lover’s kiss?
This smoking gun.
This sickly fun.
Excited hearts go
Thump… Thump… Thump…….
Now I’m calm, I wish to rest.
Their will is done, I tried my best
Prisoner’s dilemma, these bars so thick
This pain that shoots up from the wrists.
There. I hear her voice
It illuminates the air
It tinges the rain when the clouds are full.
Echoing a remnant of a thing some have claimed as love.
I ache with almost saturation.
These unrested almost's that crawl beneath my heart.
They are never anything but an almost!
Is this the tip of my longing?
Fractures of beauty and whiffs of reality float near and almost, also.
Taunting and puzzling these almost's pass by
and by..
She is again
I hear her!
Each fragment reminiscent of she!
I cannot still myself long enough to paint her beauty. I have only almost's
Even when I have her..
I have only almost's to give:
Almost a feeling I thrust,
Almost some passion I h(e)ave!
Almost, almost.
almost.
Is 4 fold...north ...south...east...west...
Quadriphenia...the who
______
Only love can bring the rain from heaven
Falling from yon upon the thirsty ground.
The sun in heat has burned for long the time
O let the rain cascade yes all around
Let m and and ground and beast drink mightily
The flow that comes from none save only God
That strength comes to the thirsty countryside
As over the days the creation do trod
Written on a rainy Thursday Sept. 24 2015
Port WENTWORTH georgia
I'll share with all of you on this subject all I've got.
You see, I think I'm Schizophrenic but I'm not.
You've heard it said so many times before
that if you think you're crazy rest assured,
you most probably, certainly are not.
Those with such extreme ailments of the mind lack the ability to define what's crazy and
what is not.
So just to be sure I'll say it once more. I'm Schizophrenic. There I said it, so I'm not.
Am I Schizophrenic to see the many things that disturb me
here in what normal people call reality?
The major corporate pharmaceutical companies are a multi billion dollar industry.
They're making billions of dollars off of others much like me
for their investors, stock holders and the CEO's of the companies.
Very little money goes back into legitimate research of the medical community.
Their motives are for profit not to help others like me.
If they cured us all, profits would fall. Next stop bankruptcy.
They keep us believing while they continue their feeding us meds that there's a possible cure
in a pill.
Better yet, a combination of medication would be their more preferable prescription for you
to fill.
Most if not all prescription drugs will pretty much guarantee
annoying side effects be they mild or severely.
There really isn't any need for you to worry though.
They'll prescribe for you anti side effect medication before you go
make your next appointment to come and see them again, so they can prescribe more pills
and draft more bills over and over again.
Do you sometimes fear that there's not a sincere effort coming from them
to find a real cure or true treatment to help you with my friend?
Oh-oh, do you smell a conspiracy
or am I just being paranoid like a schizophrenic ought to be?
It's been a while since I said it. I better give it another shot.
I'm Schizophrenic. There, I said it again, so once again I am not.
Medication for me has never ever done the trick.
It just makes me nauseous, leaving me feeling very sick.
I'm proud to say that I'm currently 100% medication free.
I now deal with my pain naturally.
Dreams
are no longer
dreams
but schizophrenic nightmares
in a psychedelic
sleep.