What if it is just all of you?
Giving voices to your emotions.
Categories:
schizo, emotions, mental health, mental
Form: Crystalline
Agony and insanity are my own family.
Hence why I am so often on edge with reality.
There is no actual cure for this disease, so please leave me be.
Categories:
schizo, crazy, mental health, mental
Form: Sijo
Adrian Stokes 'SCHIZOPHRENIC GIRL'
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Categories:
schizo, poems,
Form: Shape
*Image of Sinead O'Connor by Giphy.
Psyche-Schizo
psychiatrist
intuitive enlightened
examing prescribing counseling
genetics environment treatment therapy
questioning hallucinating idling
insensitive changeable
schizophrenic
2022 August 13
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 12
~~Mark Toney
Categories:
schizo, anxiety, confusion, mental illness,
Form: Diamante
I have schizoaffective disorder
and everywhere I go I'm frightened.
Even a leisurely walk
all my senses are so heightened!
The other day I passed
a wrapper of Oreo cookies...
I felt this was planted
with the theme of Black and White!
Are my thoughts just my imagination
or is the Illuminati out to get me?
I think the grass and trees are poisoned
by gangstalkers that I cannot see.
So I take this injectable medicine
that is supposed to calm my nerves,
but I still think they are in the shopping center
giving me what I don't deserve!
MKUltra and MKOften
are the formal names of my demise
are they real and keenly active
or are my visions a false surprise?
Categories:
schizo, anxiety,
Form: Rhyme
The beckoning sun calls out today
To come out and play and be happy
With things that sting like fire
Scorpions, cinders, and barbed wire
I knew such a fence once in the wild
Good memories of being a child
With scraped knees from bike falls
Riding around the city answering calls
I miss hearing a phone ringing in my ear
I have had many a friend those years
Before they knew what they couldn't say
They hated talking to me on any day
Tomorrow is Sunday the day of food
I don't eat much due to my moods
I watch and snivel at all who come
They are spies who wonder if I'm dumb
My intelligence isn't questionable at all
Crosswords sit before me and words fall
The letters glare at me and laugh back
Knowing these things isn't anything I lack
Categories:
schizo, day, mental illness, psychological,
Form: Rhyme
He was locked inside his own mind
searching for the key to freedom
that he'd never find.
Daily struggles led to addictions.
He fought the devil while he prayed to God
"tell me what's real and what is fiction."
Loneliness ate at him every day.
He wondered what he'd done
to chase them all away.
He was afraid to close his eyes
so he dare not go to sleep,
else the devil heard his cries.
His Mama told him about a savior
who could take his pain away,
so he put his faith in God
and he accepted Christ that day.
At the bottom of the bottle, he finally found rest.
Now all his Mama can do is pray,
that God had mercy when he took his final breath...
Dedicated to my son, with love, Mama
Categories:
schizo, mental illness,
Form: Rhyme
Schizo, Schizo, oh, no
A life I lead that pains me so
A tiny voice inside my head that just won't go
Only I can hear; people think it is a show
But it is not a show, no, not one bit
The voice I hear is female; sadistic & full of wit
She is entertained by my shrieks for silence - damn, what a *****
This voice I hear, her name is Nemesis
The Grecian goddess of revenge, what did I do to deserve this?
"Nothing," she once told me - oh, how cynical
She is nothing but a menace
And a criminal
Schizophrenia is not a joke
It's like you're on Meth, or maybe even Coke
Paranoia is driving you to the end of the road
It's really not something you can revoke
Schizophrenia is one scary disease
You see & hear things
That others cannot hear or see
Please, God, tell me why, I am on my knees,
Tell me why you made me such a paranoid freak?
This constant fear of living long
Haunts me everyday at dawn
This voice, she treats me like her little pawn
Nemesis is truly the Devil's spawn
Categories:
schizo, dark, emotions, fear, grief,
Form: Rhyme
Ain’t misbehavin’
so don’t make a fool of me...
I hear you knocking
you have taken my green eyes
now my inspiring poetess
© Harry j Horsman 2012
Categories:
schizo, depression,
Form: Tanka
hopscotch gray ash leper.
quicker to the tray with the
embers still burning .
he smells of malt urine and
pall mall ciggeretts.
so steady his genius through
yellow tar stained fingers.
leaping briliantly over checkered tiles
in the park.
Categories:
schizo, allegory,
Form: Ballad
I've got a voice
Actually I've got two
They serenade the crevices of my brain
And tell me what to do
In one ear
We've got Mr. Nice
A misleading Name
With this guy, mercy won't suffice
Blood... guts
He lives for the gore
I just wish...no, I pray
That he wouldn't talk to me anymore
In the other ear
I hear Dr. Kill
Pretty Self Explanatory
This guy's mentally ill
His whisper's like that of an angel
His commands are inhumane
I can't live another day
With a mind so insane
For these voices
I've killed
Slurped the blood
That spilled
Danced with the corpses
While they decayed
Punctured my own skin
With a razor sharp blade
Stop talking to me!
I don't want to hear what you have to say
Never mind, I think I like it
Goddamn it! why am I this way
I beg for that third voice
But it hides
Cowers behind the shadows
Of the other guys
Please conscience
Come back to me
Why can't we be friends
Like we used to be
But that's my head
A soulless slaughter mill
A psychotic structure under the reign of
Two voices named Mr. Nice and Dr. Kill
Categories:
schizo, epicme,
Form: Rhyme
I woke up this morning dazed and confused,
I was in a strange room, in a strange bed.
There was a woman beside me looking quite bemused,
Saying, “Are you getting up you sleepy head?”
Two kids walked in that I’ve never seen before,
Whining, “Daddy we’re gonna be late!”
I swung around the bed planting my feet on the floor;
My stability wasn’t really great.
I expected them to scream once they saw my face,
Thinking that I must have been someone else.
They reacted as if I belonged in this place;
It actually hurt when I stopped and pinched myself.
I didn’t know which way the bathroom was,
Or where I would find my clothes;
I was surprised to find I was in pajamas,
Because I had never worn those.
Everyone else acted quite normally,
As I walked around in a haze;
Trying to figure out who I was supposed to be
For a couple of days.
Then one morning I woke up in my other bed;
In the place that I knew as home.
Completely naked, no pajamas instead;
Living in an apartment all alone.
Now when I go to sleep at nights,
I don’t know where I will awake;
Living with the schizophrenic fright
Of two lives that I cannot shake.
Categories:
schizo, confusionmorning,
Form: Rhyme
eating ourselves alive
gnawing on our own cold skin
ripping and tearing it away
throwing our arms in the air
pleading to take my life away
gouge out my eyes
no longer seeing myself
not seeing the lies
blood red stains crusted on my hands
hair clenched in each fist
bald spots on my bleeding skull
Categories:
schizo, death, depression, sad
Form: I do not know?