"I shall cut off your right digits!"
And the fine red-haired girl fidgets!
Not in early teens, now Eighteen:
Should with success run a canteen...
But Joyce before speaker just trembles,
Every fresh slipped threat Shock resembles;
No thoughts of a leg being simply pulled,
To flee not from the scene herself fooled;
For all her friends still holding tea cups,
No counting of the present grown-ups,
The scratched fears on their lit-up faces
A comic one with all its traces...
Already a Joyce tasting torture:
Her just slashed fingers she could picture...
Soon, pleas to her friends to save the life
Of one who would soonest be a wife:
"From the Enemy, please, snatch death's knife!"
Categories:
schizoid, character, fear, gothic, health,
Form: Rhyme
Everything as fake as a film,
Seems I've a filmmaker syndrome.
Categories:
schizoid, mental illness,
Form: Crystalline
How could Bridget
Watching A midget
On one hand denied a digit
Continue to fidget?
Why would A paranoid,
Last year, with a fibroid,
Often getting her annoyed,
Now turn schizoid?
When do angles become trapezoid
And mind of soundness void?
How, why and when?
For I want Bridget ‘Now’
Taken back to ‘Then’…
Medically, right now?
Categories:
schizoid, anxiety, happiness, health, life,
Form: Rhyme
SCHITZOID
Schizoid, Schizoid
Oh no
A life I lead that pains me so
A tiny voice inside my head
That just won’t let go
Only I can hear, people thing it is a show
But it’s no show, not one bit
The voice I hear is female, sadistic
And full of wit
Entertaining is she
By my shrieks for silence
Damn what a *****
Nothing but a menace
Schizophrenia is no joke
It’s like you’re jacked up on coke
Paranoia is driving you to the end of the road
Really not something you can revoke
Please god tell me why
I am on my knees
Why you made me such a paranoid freak
This constant fear of living long
Haunts me every day at dawn
©GDC
Categories:
schizoid, anger, crazy, dark, depression,
Form: Verse
As angels dance
overhead
and do battle
with dragons
We wait on the ground
for the bombs to fall
It seems that we
are
"Twenty First Century Schizoid Men"
as that prophetic song says
Leaving cherished hopes
to die in the flames
We try desperately
to be on course
And
I believe we will be
though it may take a while
Categories:
schizoid, fantasy
Form: Free verse
SPIRIT OF FEAR,
FILLIN' THE ENTIRE EARTH.
PEOPLE YOU HOLD DEAR,
YIELD TO CONTEMPTUOUS MIRTH.
RUMORS OF MYSTERIOUS PRECOG',
PROPHESYING DOOM.
BEWARE OF EVIL HOG,
WITH HEAD FULL OF PLUME.
MENTAL TELEPORTATION,
MUTE FOOLS COMMUNICATE.
ALIENS OF OUTER DIMENSION,
SEEKING TO EXPROPRIATE.
LIFE CHANGING EVENTS,
NO WORDS OF COMFORT.
GUINEA-PIG PATIENTS,
TREATED AS BRONZE WORTH.
NO WORDS OF FORGIVENESS,
HELL FOLLOWS THEM.
ALTHOUGH IN DARKNESS,
THERE APPEARS NO END.
SNOW ON THE ROOF,
BUT FIRE IN THEIR HEART.
NO AMOUNT OF SPOOF,
CAN BREAK 'EM APART.
BITTER-SWEET RESENTMENT,
NO RETURN TO INNOCENCE.
DEEP MENTAL ENTRAPMENT,
FOOLS CRAVE SECOND CHANCE.
DARK MATTER PRODUCTION,
SCIENTIFIC RESEARCH.
INEXPLICABLE EQUATION,
LEAVING FOLKS IN A LURCH.
Categories:
schizoid, song-lyricwords,
Form: I do not know?