Feel things before they happen
Translate these feelings into words
Reflect on what these words mean
It can be your warning
You can diagnose your dis-eases
You can foreshadow upcoming misfortune
Remember how far you've gotten
Remember where you come from
Move slowly and with grace
Think before you act
Act as if you were to live forever
Feel as if you were to die next hour
Take note of your surroundings
There is no shame in gathering your thoughts
Learn from past mistakes through gentle eyes
5d ago
May 30, 2026 at 5:15 AM UTC
It's good for the economy
to live in constant fear
Fear makes one consume
and live in doom and gloom
I find myself restless
Feeling all alone
while every chair I sit on
could well be my throne
Someone somehow
is robbing me of something
The whatever I need
to live off nothing
They wave a sweet carrot
I run like a horse
without understanding
I left my own course
Then I fall on my face
and having lost the race
the jockey hits me
The crowd jeers me
I know how to run
I know how to perform
but I don't know how to rise
after a fall
I expect no mercy
pity or remorse
I expect fatal blows
to strike me with force
Like a useless animal
to be put down
To be discarded
when it's no longer useful
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 2:39 AM UTC
Nicotine calms my nerves and keeps me in place
numbs me enough so I can keep going nowhere
A band-aid for what troubles my heart
The cancer it brings feels so far off
It kills me softly so I don't die suddenly
One who's in chains smokes wholeheartedly
Without nicotine I'd fly in a rage
and end in an even dirtier cage
My parents and relatives were like stone
Hard and unmoving to the bone
None of them ever had my back
I was their rock, they ensured that I cracked
They saw me as servant or even a slave
My time and energy they took and I gave
From then on I was enslaved through and through
I knew naught but what I was told to do
So I'm a slave to whatever I see
People use me, and I give freely
Though I sense them stealing my energy
and giving nothing back, but still I don't flee
I let them come and intrude on me
My most precious things I let them see
I'm so used to it in fact by now
that I throw my hands in the air and bow.
I gave up on freedom at a young age
My past is riddled with dreams and pages that I
crumpled into ***** and threw away
The chapters they stole are intangible
impossible to track
so I can't accuse them of their heinous acts
Yet perhaps someday I will be free
from the eyes of those that torment me
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 10:38 PM UTC
My heart is not a muscle I can control
It beats on its own, to a rhythm and flow
And I don't think about breathing or blinking,
I don't even think about thinking
It all comes naturally on its own.
My actions I could never master
nor do the memories I have, and the dreams
have anything to do with my choosing.
I was just standing there, and a wind goddess blew
them into my head.
There are spirits that control time and song
Human beings can do no right, no wrong
We are oblivious to destiny written in a book
that God wrote, but won't let anyone look
yet the angels of protection stand firm.
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 8:19 PM UTC
Doctors and psychiatrists still wonder
why schizophrenia appears in the late teens
or early twenties for most patients.
This is the time when freedom is first felt,
when the chains are loosed a bit, but not broken yet.
You're no longer tied to your parents' whims and control,
the schools release you into the world.
This is a fragile moment for a young person's soul.
So what do you do?
In a frantic frenzy you try to clean yourself up,
you tie up loose ends, a proverbial shower,
only to realize you have no real power.
Not over the aspects of everyday life,
but the temptations of sin that strike you each hour.
You learn about God, which the world doesn't teach
and you realize your true calling is just out of reach.
You work your little job, which you don't want to do,
to buy stupid crap that needs tending to.
It's work till you're dead, for scraps of bread
A bond of slavery, an adult-sized leash,
and once again freedom is out of reach.
Meanwhile your spirit is aching,
you're rejecting your calling,
and though your heart's breaking,
you can't be caught stalling.
Rejecting this notion, you search for solutions
Death seems the only viable option.
Social suicide, lack of proper hygiene,
binges of anything close to unclean
A downfall of sorts, but it's not the end
for then the law and health system steps in to reclaim.
They put you in hospital, strip you naked
give you a gown, and call you crazy
while keeping a file on you, play God with you,
inject you with pharmaceuticals, thus thwarting your destiny.
Their solution is slavery on a shelf;
a spirit eclipse, a kind of soul ban.
And they wonder why schizophrenics
have a 20-year shorter life span.
But they never examine themselves,
and are oblivious to their own coming hell.
For what they don't realize
is that schizophrenics are healers
Societal corner stones
and prophets and seers.
They're the cure for the world's sins,
the true remedy they don't want to win.
The ones to blame, the ones inflamed
with the holy ghost, but they choose not to listen.
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 3:41 AM UTC
Quiet my tongue
Tell me something I haven't heard, perchance;
something to make me go silent,
to a sleep-like trance.
Strike me with truth
Dispel my illusions
The pain is elixir
It's not an intrusion
Please shut me up
that I may finally rest
in the fiery embrace
of correction's bitter cup.
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 11:09 PM UTC
Sometimes the most insignificant
smallest of people
who cary little weight
and a humble demeanour
strike the fiercest blow
when they turn away
and never come back
for you lost them forever
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 2:54 AM UTC
Open eyes, dawn of life
gently close upon each dusk
One drifts off, wanders worlds
reachable through inner light
This is where I go to play,
gone's the pain of yesterday
So I know and am quite glad
that I'm more than flesh and blood.
I have no fear in this strange land
Wounds are gone and I am whole
I just ride the tides of light
They take me where I need to go.
Then I know what I must say
to the other ghostly souls
who exist within the night
before we all forget the show.
And I know that I am loved
though in this world it is not so
for pain and fear rule the earth
It is not a pretty sight.
If I could live in the spirit world
forever and ever, it would be quite fun
Yet even heaven has its end;
now back to work under the sun.
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 11:59 PM UTC
Well-connected people of the world
They know well the other cogs of the machine;
oiled up robots, utterly worthless
Memories of them rot like cadaverine
Pay them for a service, then they're gone
back to the darkness from whence they came
You cannot trust them with important matters
for they are servants to money, not to God
I am not perfect, but I'd rather starve
than like in this hell-scape they call earth
Remembering the haunting memories of the wicked
Recalling those who are friends to the world
How they run to and fro, from one end to another
Enriching themselves through deceit and robbery
What kind of example are they setting
to those who want to live in peace and harmony
I will not know rest until they burn
I will not sleep peacefully till they're in hell
For they robbed me of the precious life
Took me by the hand, and led me to damnation
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 9:13 PM UTC
I was raised under scrutiny
where being yourself is a sin
Forced into chains
that I'm now desperate to break
They said I'm the problem
that I'm thinking too deep
I should be content with my days
then falling asleep
Some people have husbands
Some people have wives
I'm forever alone
clutching a knife
I'm in tethers of fear
Each day is the same
Perhaps a bit worse
as my body decays
The whip strikes my back
The drugs make me numb
I'm someone lost at sea
with no direction
This generational curse
I swore I would break
but the problem was always
inside my head
Can't even wake up
and make my own bed
I have no control
I wish I was dead
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 1:12 AM UTC