Long Schizophrenia Poems
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Talking to themselves, unseen threads,
Weaving webs that tangle truth and lies,
A mind adrift in fractured, stormy seas,
Where loved ones cast out lifelines, but are refused.
Through hollow eyes, they search for someone lost,
A soul entangled in a world of broken glass,
We ache to hold the pieces, make them whole,
But they refuse the balm that quiets the storms.
Their world spins wild, a vortex pulling down,
We’re left to tread the chaos they embrace,
Prayers fall like leaves, unheard, unanswered cries,
We beg them to return, to take the cure,
But they retreat, resist the hand we give.
And still we love, though breaking at the seams,
A battle fought in silence, heard by other's yet unseen.
In a teacup's embrace, a tale we shall unfold,
Of two colorful frogs, with stories to behold.
One painted blue, the other a purple hue,
Their minds intertwined, in a world askew.
The blue frog whispered, "We're tea thieves, you see!
Stealing each drop, a wild heist to set free!"
His thoughts danced swiftly, like ripples in a pond,
Believing the teacup was where they abscond.
The purple frog hopped with a joyful smile,
"We're on vacation, an oasis in style!"
His mind painted dreams, a tranquil retreat,
Finding solace and peace in this teacup's heat.
They conversed with flair, the teacup their stage,
Voices mingled, a colorful dialogue engaged.
But as the tale progresses, a twist will be revealed,
For the frogs were figments, illusions concealed.
The veil of perception cast an intricate spell,
Conjuring the frogs, the stories they'd tell.
Yet in truth's gaze, the reality unfurls,
The teacup stands empty, devoid of their twirls.
For the frogs were imagined, born from the mind's eye,
Whispered by whispers, like a whimsical lullaby.
In the teacup's silence, the truth becomes clear,
Their existence ephemeral, vanishing near.
No mention of illness, no shadows of the mind,
Just a whimsical tale, with surprises intertwined.
The frogs never existed, their presence a guise,
A mirage, a fragment, like dreams in disguise.
So let us ponder this tale with open hearts,
Where teacup fantasies took their vibrant parts.
Imagination's realm, where perceptions may roam,
Creating tales and illusions, finding places to call home.
And as we sip our tea, in cups large and small,
Let's cherish the magic, the stories that enthrall.
For in the depths of imagination's gentle grasp,
We find hidden wonders, where reality may clasp.
It’s weird…we are two peas in a pod…
I downloaded you like a Sims’ mod
Because you got me hooked on your looks…
You are as fascinating as a billion books…
You accept me, you don’t reject me…you are my constructive building blocks
I crawl on you like a weird-looking insect – I am curious of your peace and wraths
Or a mole on your skin, but I’d rather not see…your facial expression aftershocks
I dunno…we are independent, but I feel like…we cross paths…
My past girlfriend followed me on instagram…
And on Facebook…
And on Twitter…
And on other social media websites…
I barely got into social media when I was 30 years of age…
And I’m on many, many rampages…
Alzheimers, man, they have a way to trigger you
Into insanity…
Into a lane of vanity
To go up and down walls
Unknown to me at all
All y’all didn’t answer their calls
Don’t fall, don’t trip, stand tall
I was on snapchat when I was 47 years of age…
I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia and bipolar when I got hospitalized at age 13…
I am hard-working, but at the same time, there is nothing wrong with me…
I am pretty good for my age – I’m 97, going on 98…
I was a responsible adult, paying bills…nothing in the world is free
Nothing in this wretched world is free
Nothing in this crazy, physcho world is free
Nothing in this ever-whirling world is free
But, baby, always remember…
You were born in the month of December
Ooooh, now I didn’t lose my train of thot
Don’t I look hot? Oh wait, no hate, I lovin’ it…
I made progress and it’s exhilaratin’ and logically legit…
I may be materiasitic,
But at least I’m being realistic
I was born and raised rich
I ain’t no game glitch…
But, what goes around comes back around…
I am found, though my body, with gravity (which ain’t helping), has been bound…
Where’s my wheelchair?
Does anyone even care?
I am lying here in despair…
Help me, save me, everyone stares here
I am afraid; yet, I have no fear…
For God is here and there…
Three fingers wide and about a foot deep.
I feed the small stove below my kitchen sink.
She needs, absolute control, it responds to
her daily trip's, her O.C.D.
Not leaving your bed for short month's,
and eventually long year's,
is the worst kind of, Depression, what of Latuda.
Risperidone can make men grow breasts, that need to
be trained and Seroquel will make you gain back
all your lost weight.
Low self-esteem makes the depression even worse.
Have you ever thought that, that someone special loved
you that didn't, it's a sure bet that you are
suffering from schizophrenia and a severe mood disorder.
With perhaps a predilection towards pain filled
rough sex and stalking.
Bulimia and anorexia are subtle silent killer's
I've tried to ask Karen about some of that.
She's not talking.
The troubled home life, can produce those sad
young faces, that in time only fade.
Suicide and hidden cutter's, that if they live
are scarred for life.
While America about this moves two steps back
and another three steps backwards.
5th of November
Bonfire night
Why is it we remember
Guy fawkes set it alight
5th of November
Anti establishmentarian
Parliament a burning ember
Observance of many puritans
A plot was foiled
To blow up house of Lords
Guy fawkes plan spoiled
With dynamite and swords
Nowadays celebrated by a bonfire
The release of fireworks
Pay homage to the people's sire
I think it's berserk
Not a party pooper
Loud bangs scare this writer
Also animals can scatter
Guy fawkes was mad as a hatter
His attempt to overthrow was thwarted
Stood by dynamite he was caught
Sentenced to death and live in the tower
That's what happen if you go against power
Nothing really has changed
We're still locked up in chains
Speak out or scream and shout
You will be banned or taken out
No more posting on social media
You end up arrested for schizophrenia
The world nowadays hazy gone crazy
Smoke screens and lies make it hazy
Back to topic Guy fawkes
Never allowed to enter talks
He wasn't happy with the Lords
So got his rebels and drew thier swords
When I was one and twenty
a moral with a twist ...
They say I am the key
That will unlock the cell
Yet how can I get free
for I’m wrapped up so well
Don’t wrap me or cell me
just give me what THEY want
At first, they say they want to heal me
synonymous with 'heel', you see
rather, they wanted to fix me
like bones being picked by doggies
Puzzled to be taken apart
Scrabbled for letters to impart
I own lost and found cellular
call there again and nevermore
I am the finder's, the loser's
and the weepers, and the keepers
I am crammed in a vacant space
Can't catch my breath, chasing from mace
I speak, and lost in translation
I'm Brit, spoke French to a Russian
So here I am midst some unknowns
Vultures who'd like to pick my bones
The flower uprooted my weeds
Went skydiving wearing my tweeds
Doctors say that I'm a bit strange
Yet they study me...found that strange
I say I hear and see things
they say it's all in my head
... where else would it be
I passed all their test
reasons I am kept there
They say that I do not give the wrong answers
... just the correct mistakes
They go fishing
in a fishbowl
I am the hunted inferno
A moving target, home can't go
I'm out in the world, day and night
Come from the cold, say when I might
A marked calendar, on a wall
What marked calendar, me—that's all
Lamb in want of its lost shepherd
Last seen, eating 'lamb chops', I heard
Wheelchairs and psychiatric knees
Be ike the sounds of rubbing reeds
I'm the hushed one, who makes the noise
I picked one, no girls, and no boys
Who did you pick? I picked my mom
You did not pick your dad, how come
He's trying to be, sea master
Can't if the sea's calm forever
The doldrums' subtle current ends
We row till the sails fill with winds
A river does not rise for pleasure ...
Nor does a drowning soul
An eagle soars skies of azure ...
Mouse sans any control
I am a pearl
they lust ...
like a diamond
and rust.
Imagine paranoid schizophrenia evolving
as Right-hemispheric totalitarian bipolarity
living in a rabid stress-filled ecosystem
of dismaying relationships
with human nature over-populating systems;
right-winged family
and those other terrorist aliens.
Now imagine paranoid behavior's function
finds an entirely natural schizopathic response
to an abusive
marginalizing
institutionalizing monocultural reaction against madness
wildness
discontinuous liberation of ego-identity
explored within one eco-primal Othered.
We used to call less paranoid, more manic, bipolarity
Shamans and Prophets,
witches and androgenous medicine [wu wei]men,
wizards and saintly dry sages,
wise old crones,
messiahs and muses and wise womb/men,
mystics and hermaphroditic hermits,
awesome pot heads
and opium worshipers.
Now we call such mediums
schizophrenic and really nothing more empathic,
other than paranoid, of course.
We fail to remember that economically disempowering paranoia
is co-empathic intuition
worthy of rational political merit
if "they" really have decided you are merely insane,
without any cultural or commercial value.
Our purpose
and perhaps even our sacred promise
remain clouded in unknowing.
For hyper-curious co-arising dipolarity,
a constantly stressing threat
of perpetual solitary confinement,
deep listening
in silent echoing silos
of trauma's non-communication
Ominously silent noise
followed by angry
frightened monotheistic voices
screaming prophecies of AnthroSupremacist doom
Reciting slender mythic HerStory memories
of lost panentheistic potential.
Human masses turn to swarm
For coordination
The collective schizophrenia
And the obfuscation
They don't give each other right
For the independence
Thus they killing any chance
For the sense production
Individual achievements
And responsibility
Such is their tendence
Quantity they want maintain
They behaved by schizo
They would liking to complain
All of them are victim
They are wrongly archetyped
In groups of their anthouse
Their biography is bio
Their self is auto
They turn everything to app
They chatbot each other
They are all shall be united
Their God is father
Their neuro is NN
Their brain is google
Their mechanisms are python
Their values frugal
They responsible would want
For the lives of others
Probably this is because
All of them are brothers
Their artworks NFT
Their these satoshi
Evolutionary acceleration
Generation
Generation
This is their syntax so
These shall be the primer
All intelligence of mine
In a single binder
They place I of them as value
Over Is of others
And their speech shall be the glue
Of society of them
For the registration
Of the interaction
Via systems of SIGINT
And ELINT ELINT ELINT
Forming such a weird field
And equality demands
Demands of designation
Program to develop units
Minimal components
And tendency to center
THUS
Initiative I took
For redefinitions
So my system the JADC2
Vehicle Ignition
Iguana is with us
And we hadn't lost it
Seems this bus isn't this bus
I accept
You post it
I demand Military Defense
To be taking action
Possible that mass affect
Isn't the affection?
OSAMA
Obdurate Sadistic abductor as Machiavellian now abashed
Senseless Saboteur with Sabre sword,
Ablutions of wickedness as apology from vagrant
Mercy and peace mixed fleetingly against unprovoked America and the innocents
Abomination of true God explained as religion, hatred, wickedness, murders, and Jihad
Bin
Bigots brewing bestial behaviors before innocent kids,
Inoculated ideas of incorrigible iconoclast and unlettered extremist
Namby-pamby in acts of cruelty, yet, not man enough to face the consequence
Laden
Laden, lackluster, laggard, languid, despising better option
Abnormal spiritual schizophrenia and hallucination
Doctrinal heresies and contradictions shaming Islamic scholars
Exposing the fallibility of the questionable renown “Sacred book of blood and wars”
Now convince us again, that you bring Peace, Love or seek the Prince of Peace
In the depths of the mind's vast terrain,
Where shadows dance and thoughts abstain,
Lies a realm unseen, yet so profound,
Where mental illness's whispers resound.
Anxiety, a relentless beast,
Claws of worry, never released,
It wraps around the soul's fragile thread,
Filling each breath with unease and dread.
Depression, a heavy shroud of gray,
A weight that dims the brightest day,
It steals the light from hopeful eyes,
Leaving behind a void that defies.
Bipolar, a tempest's raging storm,
Swinging emotions, a tumultuous form,
From euphoric highs to depths so low,
A rollercoaster ride, nowhere to go.
Schizophrenia, a fragmented maze,
Where reality blurs in mystic haze,
Voices whisper, and visions distort,
A world unknown, a mind's last resort.
Obsessive-Compulsive, a tangled snare,
Thoughts entwined, a ceaseless affair,
Compulsions bind, in patterns they dwell,
A prison of rituals, a tormenting spell.
Eating disorders, a cruel charade,
Mirror's lies in the choices made,
Feasting or fasting, control fades away,
A battle with self, each passing day.
Post-Traumatic Stress, a haunting ghost,
Memories etched in shadows engrossed,
Triggers ignite, and nightmares take flight,
A wounded soul seeks respite in the night.
Attention Deficit, a scattered mind,
Focus fleeting, thoughts intertwine,
Restless energy, a constant hum,
Concentration lost, a drumbeat's thrum.
Each affliction a unique plight,
A journey fought within the night,
But in the struggle, let us see,
Strength and resilience, set minds free.
For mental illness knows no race or creed,
No boundaries where it plants its seed,
With compassion's grace, let's unite,
And shine a beacon in the darkest night.
Together we'll face the battles untold,
Breaking stigmas, hearts unfold,
With empathy, love, and healing embrace,
We'll conquer the shadows, find solace and grace.