Schizophrenic Poems - Poems about Schizophrenic

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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Proud to be insane, I'm free as can be/ Proud to be insane, I'm just being me/ Proud to be insane, I play by my own rules/ Proud to be insane, I do what I want/ I'm proud to be insane, I'm super dysfunctional/ Insanity is my normal, it's super conjunctional/ I'm never stressed out because I live how I want/ Do...

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Doing Time is not easy but it's something that I gotta do/ Survival of the fittest so this how I gotta move/ I'm not the strongest so I got a lot to lose/ Pound for pound round for round I got a lot to prove/ Every night I go to sleep paranoid and schizophrenic/ In my prison cell feeling like...

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Schizoaffective Cool Honesty Intuitive Zany Oppressed Pain Housing Rhetoric Empty Niche Inside Crap...

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Written: May 23, 2024, For Charlotte Puddifoot Contest ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Always hear hollering hellhounds, yet nothing close, nobody home, Paranoia, psychosis, schizophrenia, ponder lacked lucidity, pleaching, poohing... Haggard horrors haunt house vapid vacuous voices vision vortex...

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Written: May 09, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A diaphanous shroud on my cranium. It's worn down to the cram It's a reprieve from my madness. & now I clench my...

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You are my invisible friend Who weaved your way into my life. Pulling each string tighter. You liked to play games. Ssssssssssssssssssh are little secret while you held my hand over my mouth. You always cracked at the quiet game. Holding your lips shut like you were sucking a lime. I hated hide and seek, you never let...

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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...

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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...

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I need my OWN mind, Don't wrap me or cell me, just Give me what THEY want!...

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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 ...

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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...

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Dreams are no longer dreams but schizophrenic nightmares in a psychedelic sleep....

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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...

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"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...

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