Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts

What is reality?

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  • Join Me, For A Time

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    Existence within…Is this reality?
    Dwelling, on an expanse of rationality,
    Locked in a journey, the void once again
    We shall dwell in this place for a time,

    Wander through the dreams, void of reality,
    An ambit, rancid petals of the insane
    Sickening fog as a repulsion of faith,
    We are nothing, if only to exist in an absence

    Ambient skies, emit the souls of wanderers
    The messiah whispers vague truths,
    The immortal anarchist, is the absense of emotion
    Don’t worry, for we shall never seek the ferryman

    Laced in the winters of our eternal dismay,
    We danced, for we realized, the true monotony
    In times of true insanity, we glimpse our true selves
    We are eternally entombed, in prose

  • The Beautiful Things I Know

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    Gaze upon a beautiful rose,
    Ignore the absence, force something to grow
    Like a cold winters morning, watching it snow
    These, are just some beautiful things I know…

    Close the distance in your mind,
    Think of your mother, how she is so kind
    These things, will help you to find,
    The beautiful things, you’re not blind

    Don’t analyze the creepy things, within
    Try to relate, to how beautiful a poem begins
    Or, think of the first time your children grinned
    Just try and I know you can win,

    This is only in your head, my friend, it will stop
    Some day soon you’ll be back on top
    The beautiful things you know, will mak it pop
    This is something , that WILL stop

  • Until Then

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    A vague sense, his apparent impassivity
    Surpassed only, by an unsubtle tranquility
    Absent in a way, or in more ways, I’m absent
    In how many ways, am I becoming stagnant?

    I’ll cast a shadow, upon a dead rose
    Until all you see of me, is just a pose
    Tranquil states, mimicking a dose
    Withdraw a meaning, until no one else knows

    Weakness disconnects, like it’s the end
    Remaining hidden, it feels like a friend
    An incandescent glow, as shadows dance
    Dazed and confused, as if in a trance

    Slow and fuzzy, steady as she goes
    An inevitable end, maybe a new rose
    Soon, when an emotion begins to grow
    Until then, just an incandescent glow

  • True Madness

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    Doesn’t mean anything to me, at least
    Vague and incandescent, we are broken
    Vision demons disrupting time

    This is the true meaning of insanity…

    The void…sinking inside
    Reality broken, a dead rose, Ill fit
    Fractured parts of time, coming apart at the seam
    We are nothing but broken parts, gone crazy

    This is the true meaning of madness..

    Synthesizing madness, incisive overthinking
    Am I real, or just a dream, on repeat…
    An uncontrollable urge to analyze,
    Analyze, analyze, analyze

    This truly makes mad men of us all!

  • The Void, My Derealization in Effect

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    An awakening, vast expanses
    Numbness overpowering reason
    Life, looked upon at quick glances
    Our mind committing treason

    Fall once more, into the void
    A vast expanse, absent of reality
    A loss we can’t seem to avoid
    Clouds sinking…absent of any actuality

    Sinking thoughts, no emotions to bare
    A seemingly, never ending journey
    Lost here, no love or despair
    Through oceans of time, and absent of worry

    Slowly come back to this nightmare
    A place of pain and stinging regret
    This yearning for that comforting ensnare
    To be lost, impossible to be upset

    I shall return, when life becomes to hard
    When my mind flips the switch on my reality
    To avoid my pain, and erase my scars
    To recover from a so called actuality

  • Listlessly Broken, and Going Freely

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    Ghosts, born of smoke, have swept us away,
    We are listless in an infinite realm,
    As ashes, bare the silence of our name
    We are now null and void…

    Toy with a new thought,
    What is dead is already waiting,
    We, are inelegantly awaiting our own doom,
    The shifty and adolescent ones,
    We, are only young fools,
    Enslaved to a single thought,
    What if?

    So, train your mind,
    To only see the wicked, it seems
    For the wicked, is all we see
    Or we, are just the wicked ones…

    What drives a man crazy?
    Are we being driven to this inevitable fate,
    Listlessly broken, and going freely,
    Slipping down a spiral of fear,
    Fading a little more as each day passes,
    As the look in our eyes change forever,

    Insist upon an ending…
    Nah, we shan’t
    Just tell how to make this stop
    And we shall be happier people

  • The Vagrant’s Cry

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    Overcome the apathy, disconnected truth
    We, our fractured vanity, the forbidden fruit
    A line once drawn, towards the edge we’ve toyed
    Reality now gone, journeying into the void

    Witch-fed lies, as we timidly believe
    The vagrant’s cries, nothing special to see
    Listlessly we begin to die, but this is not we
    Forever asking why this has to be

    The intertwined insanity, a stricken route
    Became lost in the profanity, once in our youth
    Striving towards a new dawn, only to avoid
    The paths of an old pawn, as lines get destroyed

    Once uplifted to fly, to not ever deceive
    This vagrant’s only ply, is a subtle belief
    To never be so shy, and only wish to receive
    Or, to rely on what he believes

  • Languid and Listless

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    We languidly file in line,
    Listlessly listening, with hungry notions
    Reality fades like a forgotten rhyme
    Moment to moment just going through the motions

    The ghost of a dead rose, the void it seems
    Existent in an infinite of smoke and haze
    Languid and listless, tied to a dream
    An entourage of passing days

    Existence lies, reclusive we’ve become
    Shades of insanity, as the world seems slow
    We wait to die, but have only just begun
    Emotions too familiar, just won’t show

    One day soon we will awaken
    Some hour soon, we will feel once again
    Till that time, we’re broken but not shaken
    Languid and listless until then

  • As If We Where Insane

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    Inward we fade, lanquidly if in a state
    Withdrawn from truth, for we know of our fate
    Elapsing time, on towards a new day
    Passing our boredom as if we where insane

    Reality seems wrong, a yearning to move past
    Fractured lines of a song, an existence so vast
    We are broken, but life could never tame
    A mind such as ours, as if we where insane

    Remaining inside a dream, lost, as so it seems
    Down on our knees , searching for the seam
    We will find a way out, if we have to lay blame
    Searching this reality, as if we where insane

    Today, we still exist, and that’s more than some
    Even so broken, we try to remain numb
    Relentlessly clawing trying to find our way,
    wishing the day away, as if we where insane

  • Sit With Me, Father

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    Sit with me father, for we need healing
    Cries of lamenting sorrow are presenting
    We will walk through the vastness of a dream
    Recalling times we should never have missed

    But, I forgive!

    Sit with me father, we shall take that trip
    We where to go fishing together, it broke my heart
    But, we shall take that trip now, if only in a dream

    Tell me, have you finally found peace
    Peace in your heavenly form, I bet you are beautiful now
    So many words went unsaid
    Just know that you are forgiven

    We shall meet one day soon
    And, those words unsaid will fade into pure love
    I look forward to seeing your face in heaven, father
    Till then, I love you pops🌹

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