Short Schizophrenic Poems
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I hope he pulls through
To bad he's lost in his thoughts
He was a good friend
This insanity he gots
Could just bring him to his end
“Yeah
That’s why
I can’t go
To work
Right now
For my disability
Was right
Paranoid Schizophrenic
hold on i have to hide
they're coming
Adrian Stokes 'SCHIZOPHRENIC GIRL'
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Predestination weighs you down like a stone around your neck,
And causes schizophrenic paranoia so real and so secretive
Is predestination not psychiatrical?
The amiable knife
demeans it might
schizophrenic in sight
takes the plunge
Savouring the blight
lures the fight
He waited too long
serendipitous sight
For I stole the knife.
The sale of toilet paper during the pandemic
In the billions, we panicked and became schizophrenic
Could read the evening news
Articles could make us go pew
Needed to be removed from the store with a derrick
Narcissistic Schizophrenic Paranoiac
Everybody loves me
the walls are
expanding
Everybody hates me
the walls are
closing in
Everybody loves me
the walls are
expanding
Everybody hates me
the walls are
closing in
Bullets are birth control pills of the poor.
Underworld silver birds of war.
Life's wicked schizophrenic twin.
Swinging from the meat hook mayhem.
The end arrives before life begins.
Tide after tide of wicked intent.
The streets' favorite color
is the color of death.
The calendar’s schizophrenic,
in such constant indecisions.
Ten times a day the weatherman,
gives me his forecast revisions.
Snowflakes fall with claps of thunder,
rain will be mixed with frozen sleet.
Mornings it will be frigid cold,
afternoon brings us burning heat.
Starting a blaze
in rape crime.
Schizophrenic scroll,
outwatching you.
Forgo the sun,
your friend, death-
was ambling again-
nearby. A troubled-
bee cannot find
her hive. They were
hanged in a row.
All the nudes.
I will declare war
on the vulgar exhibits.
Satish Verma
Bewitched and driven mad
Hearing many voices
Taking on even more personalities
Being led by hirelings
Tossed to and fro
With every wind and doctrine
Caught, bleeting in thickets
Waiting to hear the Shepherd's voice
Sheep hear it and know it
And get untangled
A stranger they will no longer follow
Her being battles with her mind,
These raucous rattles so unkind,
Waging a war within her soul,
Schizophrenic scar takes its toll,
Dark depression, how will she cope?
Confused confession, end of hope.
9th May 2023
For Line Gauthier's "Bite Size contest no. 63"
*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
Love’s butterfly
restlessly roams
Perches barely a moment
a stranger to home
Unpatterned her flight
as if schizophrenic
Human nets cannot trace her
if she be authentic
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?
That voice!
I hear something
but, what is it.
Its been telling me
things that I
do not want to
do because its
frightening me.
Yes mother, I will
try to pick up those
toys off the floor.
But where on earth
is she? Where are those
toys? They are gone.
My word, what is happening
to me and my imagination?
It’s where the schizophrenic is socially accepted,
Where he can show every man,
It’s where he can all come out and fly,
Opening his whole wingspan.
And you can see who he is with what he will write,
It’s all of him you will know,
In the poems created using beautiful words,
Where his legion of thoughts are on show.
The Prince of the Abyss
My genetics are schizophrenic
My silence is psychotic.
My pain is poetic.
My cry is chaotic.
My mind is magnetic
My senses split.
My thoughts are photogenic.
My flame has been lit
My fire inside burns like frostbite that just bit.
My fait fractures and is cast into the pit.
An Abyss fit for a prince.
No other Happiness I long for
today my soul learnt to listen to its heart.
Reality they ask me for
'What reality you talk about?'-the one where front lobe of brain has been hegemonized?
limbo I avoid-being schizophrenic I would choose
let everybody know-
I am very happy that I would take birth again and again without bereaving myself of immortality.
Form:
Endless monologues dragging through my head,
I wish I was more interesting with everything I said.
I pray to be better,
I pray to be more.
I wish I could break through this nailed down door.
Schizophrenic.
Is that what this is?
Two people twisted in an endless abyss.
Yet it will get better,
It always does.
I wish I could retain that ecstasy buzz.
Form:
I'm
schizophrenic.
My days
are so bazaar.
I hear, feel, and see that others can not.
I get paranoid that others are out to get me.
I have these weird delusions.
The government is out to get everyone.
But what i see
isn't normal.
Or should i say
real.
But behind these eyes
you will never experience
you will never see
what i experience
day after day.
Form:
Caught up in a swift maelstrom of my own emotional dances
Showing blips and bleeps of my diabolical solid evil side,
I began twirling myself into my usual schizophrenic frenzy
Was the result pandemonium? Bedlam? A straight jacket?
Ruthless vibrancy flung into an enthusiastic vigor of truth,
In a luminous way I have to admit it was merely another day for me.
Unrelenting
Unrepenting
Disingenuous incensing
Broken promise
Faulty premise
Drunk with grandiose suggesting
All chaotic
Schizophrenic
Catatonic
Photogenic
Served with Pennyroyal tea
Pinched with acid hydrochloric
I'm the grain of salt that's taken
as my core is always shaken
I refuse to see I'm free
when my gifts return forsaken
We float in spheres of loneliness
On pancake-branes so numerous.
Viewing down a sky-bound 'scape,
A microbial colony of working ape.
Trying to better our genetic canvass --
Or, devolving into primitive madness.
Schizophrenic species of love and hate
That builds, creates and burns to berate.
Our children the elders must engage,
To cool the world of its bubbling rage....
The falling snow is lovely
some place else!
I will dance in the snow
like an old woman
finding her second childhood.
The snow flakes
are as big and heavy as half-dollars
moments before turning
into raindrops.
Schizophrenic clouds
can't decide weather to drop snow
or cry rain.
warm wind
snow angels
fly away
The first day of spring
seems as far away as you.