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Ilyse Drost Poem
Clear
Clear
Clear
It is not clear
at least not here
Seven days
through the haze
go off straight
through the late
night of death
last wet breath
Clear mind and soul
not under control
of anyone
or any power
You use your power to deceive
What you say, we do not believe
You are full of lies
I can see it with my eyes
And so can the rest of the world
We are the ones who will decide
not power hungry hippocrites
who think death creates life
or war equals peace
It makes no sense
Creeping through the death and lies
Is the best thing, to open our eyes
to see the lies, the children's cries
If you can't see it, unplug your TV
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Ilyse Drost Poem
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.
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Insidious, malevolent, mischevious, our constant informant
we long for the days, when the voice was dormant
critizing, mystifying, tormenting,..alas this is the case
consuming, ruminating, our pasts it longs to erase
commanding, demanding, filling the mind with here-say
proding, poking,..deliberate,commanding to obey..
SILENT you beasts, and with the working of a pill
they're driven back into far corners,where everything is
nill
Abilify, Zeprexa, anti-pshycotics for high cost
further from the stigma, that we are all lost
Somewhere, in a time capsule, I hope they catch this age
when we all awoke,..and science was our sage.
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Ilyse Drost Poem
A word to discribe me
confused.
I mostly feel lost and empty.
But when I check inside
I mostly feel blank.
I have more that one inner critic
mostly she and the hallucinations never stop
But if my present mood was a color
it would be disoriented.
I am a person who's different from others
I hear and see what others can not.
My internal dialoge can be confusing and threatening.
I get paranoid and jumpy from listening to her.
I perfer noise to quiet.
Sometimes reality gets mixed up
and i dont know my way back.
Other times I feel like crying.
If i had one wish
I would wish never to have this.
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As though shadow had every though shadow
It had every right-it did-to darken every right -and it did--
The common noon, there was lowered mundane grays
(Lilacs, mauves, moss greens like trees!) of cotton unrolling
To quilts unrolling, unrolling to quilts of shade. Choking
Back one last spoke of one
Last spoke of ashen (pale as silence) sun,
Such an albatross of clouds troubled a sky that bore the burden
Of an albatross of clouds (those greens!)
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Ilyse Drost Poem
Being schizophrenic
is confusing.
I question everything
while hallucinations, voices, paranoia and
delusions make up most of my day.
A vast portion of my brain has
completely left me
while the other half is trying to come
through and speak out.
As the illness spreads it contaminates my brain
In making me think that someone is there even though there not.
That people are following me, or exploiting me.
Whatever it is
it will never stop.
So whatever my brain decides to do
I am completely left out.
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Ilyse Drost Poem
broken pieces of glass everywhere
that s what happened to my brain.
i am now lost and twisted
in this so called worlds game.
Jumping reality's
ending up in insanity
not knowing which way to go.
When twos are arguing
when twos are there
you feel like your going nowhere.
Illusions and hallucinations
get the better of your brain.
Makes reality seem less and less
until you end up in a total mess.
You want to feel happy
like when you were a girl
now that your an adult
your spinning in an downward spiral.
At times you forget
where you are.
who you are.
what you did.
but one thing for sure
I really dont know.
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