Schizophrenia Poems - Poems about Schizophrenia

A shadow walks where silence bends, With whispering ghosts that call as friends. The mirror lies with fractured grace, A thousand eyes behind one face. He hums a song that no one hears, Drowning doubt in static fears. Clocks melt slow, then race ahead— Each second stitched with ancient dread. A prophet’s tongue in twisted speech, Reaches truths we cannot reach. Reality’s thread, too thin...

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Vitamins, chained to shallow waters. Buried in a cave. Below the world. I stand ready. Waiting for more. Seeds of sorrow planted deep. Mercy or remorse. Shadows aside I sense you near me. Nightly rain sparks my soul. Sheer pain take over the globe. Holding fast to what brings comfort. Joy and Bliss belong to us all. Ascend the...

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They speak in a language you don’t realize you’re fluent in, or maybe I am the one mistranslating— pulling meaning from glances like thread from unraveling cloth, sewing together something that was never there. But what if it was? What if I am hearing what you refuse to say, if your eyes betray you in ways your lips never will? If I...

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His meds kept Andrew sane He lived with us, no one to blame But one day he refused his pills I knew what that meant, a battle of wills. In a few days voices told Andrew to leave. He vanished, left a note I didn’t believe. I tracked his SIM card to Idaho. I had lots on my plate but I had...

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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...

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Waves of terror shock my core. Divided by silence ever more. Echoes of rocks falling from my grave, A river flowing toward another day. As time moves on, the shelter holds us forever strong. Questions of madness arise and I am Wakened into this morning fright. When I sang songs from a distance, they warned me I was...

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Delusion must be a comforting thing; To see the world just how you like. To give you purpose every day And let reality take a hike. But don't be troubled When I say that; Delusion Is just fine For the psychopaths and the egg shell brained, swimming in life's brine...

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I f*cking love the rain. Storms are even better. I love to hear of your canceled plans As you stand there, getting wetter I adore the miserable faces it brings To everyone but me I ache for the sound of chain it makes As it rattles absently If my friend is joined by thunder, lightning, floods and all; I feel awash...

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Washing the clouds away, dreaming of lemon and minty tea. Open to follow the tide. Waiting for lights to guide my way. Yoking to paradise. Junking the fires into the rain. Kneeling to Heaven on silent praise. Holding my peace as love echoes her name. She is the moonlit star, the shadow Queen who defeated...

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In concert with the dimming sun I rise to greet the day Walk fast in joyous warmth Under stars refrain Heights of shadows coat the moon Turning toward the ocean waves In concert with the morning gloom My heart now seems to fade...

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When did you start hearing voices, when did they start making choices to determine your world and crack that first bottle or did the first pipe full smash on the throttle sending you racing downhill into the unescapable maze, driving deeper into the dense purple haze of paranoia? I don't see the people you say are watching, or the man living under the floorboards and the...

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Into the darkness I drove the line. With sudden persistence I stuck their spirits. Questions arose about my faith. Under the shadows the powers of the air quake. Through blended fields I struck their souls. Yoking my aura deep into the earth. Waking the mountain it never crumbled. Ascending the moon, we summit the sky. Zero percent of my trust was lost. Accepting the...

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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 so well Don't wrap me or cell me just give me what THEY want At first, they say they want to heal me later, synonymous with 'heel' was fetching rather, they wanted to...

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It startled me awake, screaming raw obscenities Blaming me for something I did when I was five Before bed, we reverently spoke prayerful entreaties In the morning hours, our alliance took a nosedive It introduced itself while I played with my doll Temperamental and audacious, taking me aback We have never had much in common, not that I recall It has vicious...

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I don't want to hurt others with this thought But my work can hurt others besides myself I'm spinning, I don't know what to do Like the ocean of other people's passion I have a wooden boat wreck My brain is not made for this world I hear chattering An illusion, a nightmare, a disorienting confusion I am waiting for you to tell...

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