If God was not here
Who walked with me?
In that little room with a bit of light
Holding onto whispers of the mind
I've met the others
who call on your name
sign your name to messages
and have been locked away
Am I of the number?
Where is the line?
If God was not here
who was with me all the time?
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 to bind,
Unravels slow inside his mind.
What cage could hold a world so wide?
What map could chart the rift inside?
The crowd recoils, they do not see
The cost of fractured clarity.
He laughs. He weeps. He disappears.
And dreams alone for all our fears.
Schizoaffective
Cool
Honesty
Intuitive
Zany
Oppressed
Pain
Housing
Rhetoric
Empty
Niche
Inside
Crap
Me vs Voices and Me
Who are you, (we are here)
What are we,(piano sound escalades )
Loud screams ascend,( I am me)
Why must you, ( your so stupid)
The time is now,(you'll always be a nobody)
Train sounds descending,(its morning time)
Everyones looking, (everyone knows )
Everyone hears, ( everyone should)
I am me, ( were always here)
I'm just me, (were always here , never going away)
Schizophrenic Blues
I call our speech a simple word salad,
A word salad said in a cloud,
Not because they look beautiful,
But because of how they’re set out,
And even though the grammar is fine,
Each line’s how we want it expressed,
The talk as a whole is completely absurd,
The content just doesn't make sense,
You see, we often begin with
“It’s sunny somewhere. Hello, I love a full spoon,”
To end up with,
“You can walk a mountain of dirt. To me you look like you're a tune.”
These people each day talk with me in my head,
Just me and all them in my brain,
And we’d love to talk with you but we can’t,
We can’t because you’re not insane.
I need my OWN mind,
Don't wrap me or cell me, just
Give me what THEY want!
Schizophrenic
Darkness floods a broken mind
Screaming out for calmness to find
Sanity drowns in torrential tears
Crowded in loneliness that no one hears
With open mouth words haunt the air
Medication needed ,but to dark to care.
Menacing shadows breed violence assured
As notice is taken of the voices heard
Changes are rife with character sway
Always forgotten some would say.
Two people present but one body and soul
One taken over by madness so cold
Unreasonable words drip rashly from tongue
Actions and gestures alarmingly strong
Care arrives to calm and console
Medication induced for rest and resolve
Effectiveness swift as chaos retreats
As darkness and anger take a back seat
A tormented mind rests once more
For exactly how long we are never so sure.
D.J.L
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.
Dreams
are no longer
dreams
but schizophrenic nightmares
in a psychedelic
sleep.
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.
"High breed" they've said
They just don't know how often we've prayed
Our knee was so severely wounded
Pleading Him to erase this delusions' that we've been bounded
Lunatic! They've always called us
Pushing ourselves to wished to be among with the dust
"The crazies" they've said making fun of us
Now we don't know whom do we trust
We tried to live in a masks
But to no avail still our head been crashed
Now' we live in a cage like an animal
Away from home' near to suicidal
"High breed" they've said again
Instead of helping they don't want us to begin
We are like a child being bullied
Their thumping words trained us to be stupid
Though some giving us good words' for our hearts be encourage
But don't make any difference now' we are very deeply engaged
'Lunatic' 'crazy' 'high breed' why just broke our hearts?
If you can please! just tear our body and soul apart...
August 19, 2014 - 7:30 am
mysterious aries
I indeed love her
But can't muster enough nerve
I had rehearse those lines
But as if someone tied my tongue
Afraid of venom of pain
Afraid to be stung
Better to hide it this way
But regret is even painful at the end
She was so alluring
A beauty that could only be mine in a dream
She was every of my fantasies
But how can I charm her
Everything about me was so simple
While she was extra-ordinary
I must act now
Then I lied...
I told her I am a prince
That I owed the stars
But I saw her shaking her heads
She was nothing compared the sun
She was nothing compared to the blue sky
I lost my self control
I began grasping her
Kissing her torridly
Even a lot of people are witnessing what I am doing
Little do I care
I want her badly, crazily
And then laughters everywhere
Indeed people saw me grasping and kissing someone
Someone in their eyes... Was only a tree...
written: july 4, 2014
Schizophrenic
I look in your eyes, Trying to find the boy I used to know. Now you're surrounded with these chaotic lies, And a demented, twisted sense of reality.
I honestly don't know the misery you're trapped in.
I don't know how to help you,
I wouldn't know where to begin.
I wish I could make your demons fade away, hold you close and make everything okay.
But It's beyond my control, so I put my trust in God. And now I just pray.
By: Debra Easterling
1/31/16
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.
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 ::
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