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I don't write poetry
I write emotions and experiences
interpreted as demented delusions
heartbreak and heartwake
mindsets and trivial stories
from the past, present or a predicted future
deciphered in to something meant to explore
it's all the same without a brain
to make the words written more than words
a poet only does half of the work
your emotions, your experiences,
your delusional interpretations,
your heartbreak, your mindsets
your past and your personality create the poetry
what you take from it is unique
a little piece of someone else
just for you
Leal Knowone Apr 2016
Still cold water
Clear dark skies
I'm your daughter
with sorrow filled eyes

Vanish into the void of they heaven
for thou wert never, nor shalt thou ever be
yes the acme of human perfection
into the eyes of delusion you will see

we know not
we shall know
what was lost
and gain control

the dark lord wipes those tears from her eyes
we have seen pride glorified as days go by
Demons live inside me from wickedness done
...........................................

Till cold water
Clear dark skies
I'm your daughter
with sorrow filled mind
Lillian Harris Jan 2016
I apologize
For all the times
I wring my hands
In worry
And ask you
What I have done
Wrong, with eyes
Reddened and blurry
I seem to lack
The skill to see
The truth from these
Illusions,
Entrammled in
The mire of
My agonized
Delusions.
Mysterious Aries Sep 2015
"Stay safe, Stay strong" my old friend giving me some words
"Have Faith" they've said "Give your trust unto the Lord"

"It's easy for you to say" I've said
"You see and hear nothing  that will rock your head"

"You are right, They are wrong" voices of my friend from outer space
Supporting my conviction asking me to shout for them to leave our place

"I'm still here waiting my love" said a lady whose name was Jane
Indeed I remembered her, my heart keep calling her name

"Love her? She was nothing compared to us!" those beautiful nymph again
Showing their naked body seems so real that let me forget something

"No one could ever help you' No one could ever heal" my mother voice to feel
"It's only you my son can cure yourself, can give your wound a heal"

"We've won again we've won!" all of them again cheering
While looking at the shadows of my old friend, my love and my mom leaving

"Sir here's my handkerchief" a voice from a nurse unfrozen myself freezing
To then I've realized that my eyes turned into a dark cloud
and now it's really raining...


written: August 27, 2014 @ 8:35 PH standard time

Mysterious Aries
My Schizophrenia Poem #14
Mysterious Aries Aug 2015
“Please No! No!” said the fairy as I slashed her head
I decided to clashed back and make them all dead
The first victim was a demon I stabbed him by surprise
Then those ghost disappearing when being touch by my magical knife
Those elves, aliens and clowns I spiked all of them who dare
Even him who said “Please No! I am your Guardian Angel!” I killed him I don’t care

When I was done killing them with no mercy
I look at my hand with a knife it was really so ******
“Why did you do it?” I’ve heard a voice from a woman
“Oh my God! He was your brother!” No that voice belongs to my mom
“What have I’ve done?” I said, as I look at my brother who’s really was bleeding
“This is not true….” How I wished that I’m only was dreaming…


written: July 31, 2014 @ 10:00 pm PH time

Mysterious Aries
My Schizophrenia Poem #11
Mysterious Aries Aug 2015
Things haven’t got better
Those clowns turned into a ghost and beside me seems they were forever
I’ve started smoking, taking marijuana and *******
Might help me get out from those faces that really haunt my brain

I’ve drunk a lot of wine for them to my head be lost
Relieve me for a while but really I’m getting worst
Lately I've realized that I did have this cursed
My head can’t take it anymore seems going to burst

This is not what I crave
But to the stars might be already been engraved
A fate that no one could ever delete
I am so very wrong thinking that I belonged to the elite

They’re coming in numbers pushing me to the edge
I ended up looking for a gun… a rope… a blade…


written: July 31, 2014 @ 7:00 pm PH Time

Mysterious Aries
My Schizophrenia Poem #10
Mysterious Aries Aug 2015
Indeed, I love her!
But can't muster enough nerve
I had rehearse those lines
But as if someone tied my tongue

Afraid of venom of pain
Afraid to be stung
Better to hide it this way
Regret is more painful at the end

She was so alluring
A beauty that could only be mine in a dream
She was every of my fantasies
But how can I charm her
Everything about me was so simple
While she was extra-ordinary

I must act now...

Then I lied...

I told her I am a prince
That I owned the stars
But I saw her shaking her head
She was nothing compared the sun
She was nothing compared to the blue sky
I lost my self control

I began grasping her
Kissing her torridly
Even though a lot of people witnessed what I was doing
Little do I care
I want her badly, crazily...

And then laughter
everywhere....

Indeed people saw me grasping and  kissing someone
Someone in their eyes...
Was only a tree...

written: July 4, 2014
mysterious aries
My Schizophrenia Poem #4
Mysterious Aries Aug 2015
Since I cannot cure my schizophrenia
I decided to end my owned dilemma
I looked for a rope to hang my head
But split in two, that old rope left me undead

But that was not enough to stop my will
In our kitchen, a shining blade
But I pause for awhile for the reason
That I might pass out undead

So I then looked for a key
To open the cabinet
Unsealed the gun that was strictly kept
To put into my head that one tiny bullet
Just one shot and for sure I’ll be lucky dead
I pulled the trigger it didn’t clicked

Then I realized I've never done any
I’m stocked in my lonely room
Chatting with nymphs, those god’s so holy
Then I began to chill while facing demon and ghost so scary

My world was full with delusions
I can fight no more this emotion
Since they cannot cure my schizophrenia
How I wished to end my owned dilemma

But how can I?
They don’t want me to
I was incarcerated in this empty room
No rope to hang this head
No blade to slash my pulse
No gun to point in my head...

written: July 01, 2014
Mysterious Aries
My Schizophrenia Poem #1
They say it's darkest before dawn,
    dusky gloom met its match in your shadow
          unreality swears by your delusions,
       compounded in fear of disclosure
              that light at the end of oblivion
                  took revolution's number nine train
Happy Birthday Paul!  June 18, 1942 (age 73 years young)

*The number 9 train had its final day -
went to subway heaven May 27 , 2005*
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