Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts

What is reality?

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  • In Time we Danced

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    Thoughts evade where sunlight dies,
    Pondering listless, reflecting an autumn sky
    In an absence, dancing solemnly beneath
    The crisp fall air, and the October leaves

    Orchid skies exhausting a beautiful scene
    With a pen in hand, as ink begins to bleed
    Trees sing a song of lingering and time
    Answering questions, we will leave behind

    Into night as evening begins to fade
    This orchid sky, in sunsets momentary haze
    Clouds overcome, like pleasing thoughts
    Taking time away from tasks we aught

    In time we danced in beauty and grace
    We forgot everything in our normal race
    Time overcame and in a moment we loved
    Taking time to pause, and look up above

  • What used To Be Simple

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    Hazel eyes see the color of  misery 
    Lost and incomplete, the dispirited fade 
    For, inside bright eyes we misplace meaning 
    Anguish exists in an incandescent sky 
    Lingering still, and shapeless 
    Winds of circumstance yearning for a song 
    Reality bending to the will of nonexistence 
    We are nothing and nothing is no one 
    Urging chaos spreading blankets of anarchy 
    Priority rises to be desensitized 
    My own best friend in lonely times 
    Reasons recommending change 
    What was so simple is now a complication

  • Maintain or Pretend

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    Abashed we stood, that we where soulless and grey 
    To simple and frayed, that we cast our lessons away 
    For eternal rest, did come to solemn thought 
    Passing away from the joyul times we sought 

    Death sings, but we dance in the midst of its pain 
    The listlessness we forever seek, as we go insane 
    Reaching out and beyond, seeing an open door 
    Thoughts turn away, as we are pacing the floor 

    Abashed we stand, still soulless and cold 
    Mind playing young, as the body grows old 
    Reality bends as existence begins to break 
    Thoughts of a new day seem soulless and fake 

    God grant me unity and peace in my mind 
    My eccentricities locked in, the peace I can't find 
    Someday I know this is going to end 
    Finding a way to maintain or pretend



  • Silence Sings

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    Silence sings, on stormy days 
    Pulsating rain, falling in waves 
    Listless now, we rise and say 
    Into the night, as moonlight saves 

    Approaching eve, on cloudy skies 
    Knowing now, we are not so wise 
    Silence sings, as daylight dies 
    Knowing not when the sun shall rise 

    Grey days cast a shadow in a foggy haze 
    Passing over, our eyes we will raise 
    Drizzling now, we dance, in a daze 
    Hovering over a field of baize 

    Into night, silence sings on high 
    Still knowing not, still wondering why 
    To evening, we sing aloud, it is nigh 
    For, in this moment we aren't so shy

  • Mindless Voices

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    A voice to sing, and a voice to soothe 
    A voice unkind, and a voice to rude 
    Listlessness avast, a mind in shambles 
    Silence sounds like a consistant ramble 

    Question excess, and question dearth 
    A mass of thoughts, question worth 
    Worthless thoughts leave a void of reality 
    Something less than someone inside of me 

    Mindless voices scream in silent nights 
    Inside a mind, who's losing the fight 
    Shadows dance in corners or thought 
    Reaching out to pathways sought 

    Into this, we must never faulter 
    Reaching out to thoughts we've altered 
    We are never given more than we can handle 
    So, why is my mind in constant shambles



  • Manipulative Pondering

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    There is one that madness portrays 
    With his eccentricities locked away 
    Inside his eyes, they are soulless and grey 
    Shameless and incandescent, as if to say 

    Damned up by time, his flood does grow 
    That's washed away seeds of life, he has sewn 
    All has faded from thought, winds have blown 
    His mind is lost, no thoughts are his own 

    Twisting fingers control his eyes 
    Manipulative pondering happens inside 
    He honestly wants to open up his mind 
    But, deep down inside he wants to die 

    Damned if to be, damned to not 
    He can't retrace the pathways he's sought 
    He sees more, honestly, than he aught 
    Forgetting all the lessons life has taught

  • Masters

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    Indolent souls yearn for a purpose 
    The listless thoughts are a bane, non-existent 
    Reaching out, inner turmoil is fixated 
    For life feeds on your languid sins 

    Languished...disquieting processes tease 
    My mind is a sieve, draining premeditation 
    Extinguishing a reality that fades, into not 
    A yearning, kill the masters of my turmoil

  • My Only Release

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    Death speaks to me, in cryptic tongues 
    A vague perception to some, a passing thought 
    But death, alters my reality, and hinders my existence 
    Every living creature on earth, dies alone 
    A thought that has plagued my mind for years 
    Intrusively sickening, and half-formed idea 
    Wickedly impulsive, and fear stricken 
    Cast away, fade frome my mind, like a vapor 
    For derealized minds, beg for sweet release 
    Plagued, and free formed, from twisted contemplation 
    Twist the knife no more, for I can not stand the pain 
    If I should extinguish this fire the old way 
    I would surely be doomed 
    I am no longer that man 
    But, doomed should I be, it would be a welcomed change 
    For I , am weak in this moment 
    And, the blessed pen is my only release

  • Pathways We Seek

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    , 
    Into a vague and listless feeling, we fade 
    Like the night sky, where the moonlight plays 
    And, fireflies dance in some distant rays 

    The splendor overtaking a complicated thought 
    The nights of endless yearnings for pathways sought 
    Our lives lead us on journeys we ought 

    For life, it teases and sometimes, life gives 
    In moments we struggled most, we learned to live 
    Pathways we seek, sometimes offer a gentle sieve 

    Anguish amidst friends can extinguish the pain 
    Just don't let the small things drive you insane 
    You can achieve a new thought and a new way

  • Derealized Mind

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    This defilement of a thought, 
    Wretched death, speak no more 

    A swirling void of panic, 
    Torrential pain, contorting reality 

    An onslaught of thought appears, 
    Analytic minds, creeping fear 

    A building up inside, 
    Anxiety rising, a distant yearning 

    Confusion begins to twist reality, 
    Is this real, am I real 

    Another onslaught of thought, 
    Rationality bends, reality breaks 

    There is nothing 
    Enthralled damnation, vague incandescence 

    An intrusive thought invades 
    Thoughts of blood, violent visions 

    The madness never stops 
    Shifty recollections, shattered existence 

    The madness never stops...

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