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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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Untitled

By |June 20th, 2014|

This is a matter of life or death, I’m righteous yet
I still adhere to medication with suicidal side effects
The super-ego that’s the self-critic inside your head
I am my own worst enemy because everything outside these lens
Does not exist, so where […]

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Sweet Lies

By |June 2nd, 2014|

By Scapefiend &
David Holloway

David Holloway (c)

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Will Surprise and Arise

By |May 16th, 2014|

In a land faraway in a depth of a cave
Far from living’s unscrupulous eyes
Lay a woman so fragile and fair
That one day would surprise and arise.
And her soul at a time, separated and shun
Was by her Creator chastised.

He was her […]

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The Earth is Bipolar

By |May 8th, 2014|

Sleepless nights,
Time has become meaningless.
Pareidolic faces in the clouds,
I am seeing patterns and meanings behind things,
Diagnosis: apophenia
Secret personal messages
in the glowing box in the corner,
Guiding, mocking, scolding…
Initiation to the modern world.
Schadenfreude voyeuristic tabloid,
Telling me how I’m inadequate.

My hands and feet […]

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Breakthrough

By |May 8th, 2014|

I start the day over with a smile on my face
Life is too short to live as if you’re a disgrace
Where am I headed??? I got some ideas
Alone I struggle, together we get through our fears

It started when I was […]

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When God sent His son down to the earth to live,

By |April 22nd, 2014|

When God sent His son down to the earth to live,

He knew that His Son had so much to give.

He would teach and preach on heaven and hell

A man who knew the word they could tell.
[…]

Tranquility

By |April 21st, 2014|

Tranquility

Being,
… sans amorous syntax…

…the volume of the spaces between,

…antidote to,

…zero pointlessism,

[…]

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The Light on The Hill

By |March 17th, 2014|

I’m not the fool on the hill!
I’m not standing still,
While my eyes do shrill.
I believe in the Lord’s will,
As I take my sugar coated pill.
I’ve had it with the world’s fill.
Why can’t I be a light on the hill?

David Holloway […]

Psychiatry Song

By |March 12th, 2014|

Work like you don’t have schizophrenia.
Love like you’ve never been psychotic.
Dance like no-one’s spying.
Sing like no-one’s recording.
Live like there’s no apocalypse.
Fear like you’ve taken Risperidone.

David Holloway (c) 2014

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