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What They Told Me

By |October 19th, 2014|

I was told I was strong
Strong enough to break bricks
And then I broke my body breaking that last brick
I was told I could climb higher then the clouds
And then I fell and crashed, crashed hard
I was told I could out […]

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What is Schizophrenia Poetry?

By |October 10th, 2014|

There is now a new feedback page here. Today we are defining why we write poetry. I hope you believe as I do that ‘schizophrenia poetry’ is an art form.

Please state in your own words what schizophrenia poetry is to […]

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birds neither reap nor sow

By |October 9th, 2014|

Pierced by a Spear of Sisyphean Destiny,
certified hobgoblins gave me penal time in electric Tartarus for my indolence,
then they sent me packing with a Pot’O’Mold.
But recently I aquired morphicaly
resonant phantom limbs and 12 stranded DNA.
And I realized […]

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Darkness

By |October 5th, 2014|

Like a spider that climbs up your hand
Black, with white crest across its belly
Which paralyzes your senses;

Like a snake with brown diamonds
on its slender body
With a tongue that sticks out a warning:
Stay away!

So is the darkness that can be felt
Moving […]

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imprisoned in their hold

By |October 3rd, 2014|

tired of the yelling,
they never seem to stop,
those voices keep on screaming,
shaking, black-eyed demons,
a grip on my lungs,
twisting up my brain,
laughing, jeering,
joking, sneering,
it never, ever falters,
the words keep on coming,
following my every move,
they never leave my sight,
and I’m imprisoned in […]

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Meek

By |September 12th, 2014|

They say that all the world’s

a stage and the show

is, The Gong Show.

I got the hook

sooner than a lot

of other people,

and learned to shut

the hell up and be

inconspicuous.

But I realized

later in life

that the hook was

a shepherd’s hook….,

and it wasn’t over […]

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1 of the 4 of the 400

By |September 11th, 2014|

I was 1 of the 100
I became 1 of the 4
I’m dwelling with the 1 of the 1
Universal God has destroyed my life
To rebuild an open-mind3st existence
I am a lovingpeacefulfreedom believer
Wish you could Wash the Curse in 2x8y
Doing theright thing […]

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Jerusalem

By |September 10th, 2014|

Chains…
A horror of captivity, the captive’s hand forcing me down
I am falling, scared to cry, numb to pain—
It’s been too long
His hands scatter like sea gulls over the restless ocean…
No, my body…unwanted pleasure searing—
Nowhere to hide, no one to hear, […]

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Moloch

By |August 25th, 2014|

Tents of hunger…

…burn effigies
of the man…

…and wait for the

Kalki shawarma…

to wipe away

not a dry eye,

in the house.

The avatar arrives at

the end of the age

on a pale steed

with the sword of cleavage…

427,000 years left in the dark yuga.

Hey wicker man…,

take a […]

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Thought Police

By |August 20th, 2014|

Everything is a story
That my mind creates
Connecting coincidence
Interpretation takes precedence
Transitions from description to dictation
I navigate a self-created narrative
That deforms the trajectory of my steps

The story is too surreal for paper
To voice it, would be aberrant
Compulsively structured ideas
I can’t select the […]

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Magic Love

By |July 31st, 2014|

“Life’s logic is found in the mysterious equations
of love.” John Forbes Nash

No other illness is stricken,
with a constant cold winter, to become a
wrestler of thoughts, beaten by his
own mind, worked by the strings of puppet God’s.
Love is a voyage of […]

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War

By |July 27th, 2014|

Arguing and yelling
Doubting and threatening
Typical
Battle of the voices
I’m dying to stop the noises
Overdose?
Maybe so
End my life
Win the war
Victory!
No!
Prozac is in store
60mg pop em and swallow
My life routine
Someone save me,
This internal battle
Will be the end of me
They won
My life
The war

By: Keisha

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They’re Just Flowers

By |June 27th, 2014|

I’d had another
pointless and
futile
argument
with my
mother in the
living room.

It was about not taking my
medication. I hated
myself for being
pedantic and
petty.

She’s a woman of
experience, and at
her maturity
she’s had
time to know
my faults. Her patience
was tested for the
billionth
time.

My mum
was only
being considerate
and loving.

The truth is
when a […]

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Stuck

By |June 26th, 2014|

Spying, crying.
Talking, mocking.
Screaming, creeping.
I can feel them in my head.
I only wish they were under my bed.
There’s no light when they start speaking.
I’m stuck in the dark, my cranium creaking.
My mind is abused, every day.
There are people in my head […]

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