Days in a frame,
A perfect portrait,
I want out!
Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts
What is reality?
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Come to an Ending
I dreamt, that I let go of my fears
I began a journey, into an infinity unclear
Amidst a misty day, a delusion so severe
And a passing day, make the strong persevereAway we fade, as we fall into the shade
An infinite shadow, lurking in the fray
Withdrawn into solitude, passing the day
Insistent upon death, but come what mayWe dance to our own misery, in an instant we see
A pathway to destruction, we follow instantly
Down into an ending, falling recklessly
Tormented in the dark, endlesslyLonely, but if only to be
Something more than what’s inside of me
Shackled in an instance so fearlessly
But, we, come to an ending so peacefully -
How it feels
This is, sorta, how it feels to have voices in your head. Or at least how I feel. It’s overpowering like you have lost complete control of yourself. Just try to imagine. I think of it like a Demon that tells you the most harsh and vile things of the world. Trying his best to break you. 
They come at your most weak and vulnerable times. Pushing you further and further toward the edge. There is no escaping them. They have no volume button. You are in their control, and they are sounding more and more enticing as you break. The psychosis setting in, if you will.
Sometimes when you are really at your worst, flashes of blood appears. Blood drips from the walls and light fixtures. It comes with an inability of satisfy the urge to see blood. The only control you have is your self. You can’t loose it, even for a second or it takes control. You are your own worst enemy.
In the end, all I can say is schizophrenia sucks!
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Scourge
The kingdom fell, senseless and insatiable
Upon the reign of a new king, we were unable
A flowing of obscenities where inescapable
When angry voices take control, I am incapableLeft inside, just a fragment of myself
Upon searching inward, there was nothing else
Death comes upon the sounding of the bells
For, inside, there isn’t much leftGuilt comes, upon falling to the center
Back inward, as we begin to enter
Pieces fit together, as a whole, so tender
For, empathy is so, as to renderI can resist the urge
Words flown in a mental purge
I won’t let the voices surge
In an attempt, to be a scourge -
Finding It
Temporary and lethargic, this pain exists
Shades of sanity bound for an expanse,
This dark parade, a sort of suspicious languor
Stop talking to the man in the corner,Open the door to the infinite, into an instance
The dark parade overpowers, no opposition
Existance existing in an infinite expanse
We are parading…Sitting all alone, and guilty of sin,
Languidly listening to the words spoken within
Opposing control, while shooting heroin
To face eternity with a shit eating grinIn the end, we are all empty inside
Looking for an expanse to escape
Some find it….drugs (just kidding)
We are not listening -
In Control
Today’s parade,
The listless charade,
The arduous people, who try to persuade
An inerpretation of evil, if only to say
A repulsion, these people can’t explain
Secluded truth, hide the pain
Invade a memory, to feel less insane
All of the pieces that remain…Withdraw from the truth, that you can’t hide
From an introvert’s emotion, kept inside
And, try to find a way to just coincide
For, the day is not just one big lie
You shall overcome, it can not reside
No one should ever spend time,
Not a single second of their life,
Wondering whyYou will overpower these thoughts
You are in control -
Coincide
Listless, steps taken
upon a new day
Fractured, a way to awaken
We are a consistent mistake
A lyrical genius, on occasion
But, lost in a mystical wake
As the shadows display an abrasion
Reality shatters, on a quakeI once dreamed that I died
I watched it fade in pure terror
I saw the panic, as only there I lied
But, awoke to a literal error
To a new day, I honestly cried
I won’t say I’m dead, but never say never
I hope I’m alive
Oh, the pieces lost in forever…They died
once upon a time
Somewhere down inside
A place we all can really coincide -
Someday
A distance…all these voices
A feeling so lonely inside
Shades of fall, immoral choices
Inside which, they reside
These broken and malevolent voices
The distances between, intent denied
Don’t it all seem pointless
Once complete, we’ve been revived?Colors of a new day arose
Within the wake of a new morning
Spaces until no one knows
A space for your, just mourning
Someplace all can alight
Then shift away from the truth
Commonplace, listless and bright
With lush trees full of fruit…Someday, my mind, completely free,
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Disconnect
Is this the end?
May we disconnect
Mayhem misinterprets reason…
Mental alarm is only to bend
Misbehavior is simple suspect
Attached like a lesionMay we disconnect…???
Pieces that sway,
Shattered and consumed
Provocitive little fckn cockroaches
Sit back and lay in the shade…
Lesser things have been consumed
Ghosts of whilted rosesMay we disconnect???!!!
Shadows betrayed,
never listening
Lonely ghosts degrade,
beyond hinging
Leave my thoughts invade,
constant ringing
Endless hours constantly stringing
Pieces we may be missing
Thoughts dismissing…nothing…Nothing disconnects…ever
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Listless nights never lived
I feel everything
I have ever done wrong
No differences in-between
The sounds are the same ole song
Evening skies fade
Petals weeping and weak
When blue skies turn grey
Constant urge…blood that wants to creepMake me sing
Listless days, bitter cold
Wretched things
Frailty obeys, stories told
Between the lies we hide
Broken days unsold
Every time we abide?It comes around at night,
beautiful and untrue
Like the days we’ve known before
Listless nights to never live…
Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts 