Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts

What is reality?

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  • Memories

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    An unfamiliar wind carries an unspoken truth
    Raindrops of languor seem to cleanse my soul
    My ablution, to purge me of a troubled youth
    Certain uncertainties that make me feel whole

    Sunshine rays and happy days forgo distress
    Listlessly wander around a memory, my friend
    Expenses spent in an expanse of excess
    To shadow the days of happiness we spend

    Pen the stories of days passing by
    To portray the beauty of a moment past
    Understanding times ,we are wondering, why
    For, life goes by, way too fast

    In the end, when memories of yesterday replay
    And you lose yourself deep within
    Remember my words, when I say,
    These memories will always be a friend

  • Times That We Pretend

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    Rain…dripping, into pools of radiant black,
    Whispers echo the voices of nature, avast
    Shadows, just now turning to grey,
    Listless, if nothing more to say

    I went walking, amongst the tuilips
    Perhaps, for the last time, but time is like a hiccup
    I felt free, like the time once before
    What were the things you implore…

    Tell me of a time, or place, of a vast nature
    Tell me in detail, as if explaining a flavor
    Return to me a memory once forgotten
    Let’s pretend, we are once more in kindergarten

    In the end, it is life at its best points
    Tales that tell us…when life conjoined,
    But, what is it you wish to take away?
    Or, is that all there is to say

  • Awaiting the Climb

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    A days plague, and a new way to suffer
    We fell upon hard times, my brother
    Now these fragments segregate reality
    Pushing us toward a final apogee

    Rage, rage..no, we are numb and don’t feel
    A plague, now, upon anything that’s real
    Damned to be, but not to become
    Replaying over, how it begun

    Never do we see, our own life’s purpose
    The more we analyze, the more it makes us nervous
    Feeling damned, to repeat a traumatic past
    For, the visions in a mind so vast

    Listlessly lay in your absence, now
    Broken, and shamed, not remembering how
    Blatantly ignoring the signs, all around
    Listening to, a voice or strange sound

    Tell yourself, it’s all in your head
    The voices aren’t the sounds of the dead
    We are grounded in our own time
    We are at rock bottom, anxiously awaiting the climb

  • Raging Still

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    Wars never end, and battles are never lost
    We rage towards a dying light, our final cause
    Listlessly awaiting, a final toll of the bell
    Forming a line, into our own hell

    Days seem endless, and nights, do go on
    Singing our anthems to the same ole song
    Praying or preying on a day to soon come
    All the more reason, we feel like total scum

    “No, no, you do have your worth,
    A title given to you upon your second birth
    Arise my son, to become anew,”
    Look at me now, am I the fool?

    In the end, did it all matter
    Should I listen, to the voices mindless chatter
    Raging still towards a dying light
    Waltzing away from any sign of fright

    We are now, who we where then
    Coming around, to start again
    At the beginning, we twiddle our thumbs
    Bravely awaiting, what is to come

  • Slumber Falls

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    Only nightime understands peace
    Slumber falls upon us, as our day shall cease
    Wondering and hoping, to our own rhyme
    Time becoming more like a pantomime

    Though some nights seem sleepless,
    A day ensuing in anger, as we remain speachless,
    We just want to be by ourselves, to be left alone
    Placing our needs on shelves, even if in the wrong

    Reality, seeming like something I just can’t grasp
    As visions slowly creep behind the mask
    Thoughts race Inside a chaotic mind
    Chasing dreams as if we were blind

    So keep dreaming, my friends, you are beautiful
    Your pain, I promise, won’t be as bad as usual
    Fly away, until the sun arises from it’s slumber
    You’ll remember your beauty, even if outnumbered

  • Walking Among the Crowd

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    A state upon which torpidity fell
    Marching, we, amongst the unwell
    Listlessly, we wander, asking for more
    Broken, shackled, and filled with torpor

    Languid fathers seeking constant approval
    Mothers basking, in their blatant refusal
    We walk towards the edge, masked and bound
    Telling it all, as if death had sound

    Shaken from disbelief, we are languid once more
    Rejected and refusing to see what for
    We awaken to see our own actions taking place
    Wondering to ourselves, are we the monsters of our race

    In the end it’s like, oh well we tried
    Longing for a chance to take back a lie
    We must love one another honest and true
    And help those we know who feel so blue

  • We Hurt

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    An empty reflection, a feeling of choice
    Shadows overlaying an intention, no voice
    Departed from hallowed hatred avast
    Spinning and demanding a veil be cast

    Damned, are The Who fantasize on the side
    Say, the ones, that follow with no pride
    Quarrel, and you shall be cast out
    The mortal form to be dashed about

    We are broken and can not recover
    So we shake apart our love for one another
    Listen, and with no offense, be heard
    Speak the truth, we are weakened,we hurt…

  • Impressions of Self Worth

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    A pulse, vibrating in motion
    Waves of discontent flowing forth
    We are reality’s fools
    Our breaking points aligned

    Indecent to assume a certain truth
    The door, broken and splintered
    We tamper with a thought
    Just to throw it all away

    Rushing thoughts rearranged
    Withering heights reaching out
    Are we the ones we seek
    The right to be sedated

    In time we will know
    Are we there yet
    The taste, bloody kisses
    The pulsing once again

    We want to push away
    The certainty we were looking for
    Always dressed in an impression
    An intriguing and impressional death

  • Winds of Change

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    Love as a side effect, consequential integrity
    Vague senses, motionless in segregated reality
    Listlessly awaiting a moment of clarity
    My actions faded into a loss in actuality

    Come across the cost of living, an occupation
    Save the taste of an instance, in completion
    Words floating in the seas of time, constant motion
    Never giving into life or deaths constitution

    Sadly the winds of action change
    Into a motion that seems so strange
    Dismantled in truth, but still within range
    Buried in an absence to ways we rearrange

    In the morning come after, we stroll
    Lost to any sense of control
    But, falling back inside our role
    To find, we are now whole

  • This Indifference

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    Artistic death, the failure of a dream
    Avast in the sins of our nightmares
    Withdrawn, from far more than it seems
    Adrift, we are admitted, we are nowhere

    Say the things that will take me away,
    Tell me you are proud, if only in an instance
    Taken away, from the words you meant to say
    Remaining calm, if you have the patience

    We are doomed, a slithering truth,
    Seasoned for the fall of mankind
    No structure in our apathy, poisoned fruit
    For man, remains unkind

    Reasons exist, but remain unfound
    Inside the faces of bewilderment
    Happiness, that’s hidden, in a shroud
    Forever feeling this indifference

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