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Schizophrenia schitzophrenia
You are a schitzo schitzo schitzo dude
You are a bit mental
And you have no brains mate
You are a schitzo dude oh yeah
You need to beg to have a better life
But personally you could run into strife
It is a desease that can make
Me feel sorry for them
Some people can be better people on their own
But schizophrenics have to have their meds to be better
And I feel really sorry for them
Because it can be a struggle really mate it is
The rich calls them schitzos
Big schitzos as they are having problems yeah
Because most of the time
When they were kids
They were as normal as pie
But overall most schitzos
Fall apart at 20
And that is a mighty real shame
When I was a kid I played basketball
I was in the school concert
I watched the footy with mates
And I was a bowler too
And then I fell apart
Like getting in trouble with the law
And my head was trying to push me down like people started to tease me
My mates didn’t want me around
I had to hang around in the city
And at the mall
I just needed a mate to hang with
But I was a schitzo
I went back to bowling
Playing better than as a child
Making me feel great oh yeah
But in other ways I was learning
More about mental health
In the wrong way
I was getting dillusions
Which made me do what I didn’t want to do
And sometimes I can’t get my youth back
I needed to grow up
And get my mind out of the gutter
And move on to being the best version of myself
But all the jobs I want are impossible for me to get because I am a schitzo
I want to make a difference
I want to come out of my shell
I am certainly not shy
The word the cosmos gives me
If I want to move on is a ****** schitzo
Everything is moving away from me
And my past is coming back to haunt me
I don’t want to be a schitzo I want to be the best version of myself
I want to be a warrior in my life
It is better than being a negative schitzo
Please I need to see people
Act like I am a changed man
No mored dillusions for me mate
No more dillusions ever
Call me cool getting the better of my illness
Ellyn k Thaiden Oct 2013
Bipolar
Schitzo
Paranoia
Mania
Anxiety
PTSD
Depression

******
Liar
Dramatic
Never sits still
Makes a scene
Lives in her past
Needs to get over it

Beautiful
Unique
Quirky
Energetic
Caring
Wise
Helpful

You only know parts of me
Not the total
Butch Decatoria Sep 2018
Hell is like waiting in a long line for the zoo
So this must be limbo...

Time stretches / skeleton skin skeins
The tock the tick / the clock
Sketches
Schizophrenic melancholia
Mockingly sickening
Traffic of panic / deafening
Time stales / takes Forever
A long while - in limbo
Zombie shock / mind akimbo

And loneliness is a box
This corpse sits in
As existence / outside frightful / persisting
***** and spritz-ing
Our vibrant thangs
Songs shouts to gang sign slangs
Even when the lyrics
Go deep
Six feet sorrow
Hip hopping to defeat

But we gots to love it
The life we have
The Flava and the savor this last dance .
Makes me wanna Dougie
Percolating / jump / criss cross
Vanilla bean / jump jump

But what is a song to a diminished bird
No cage more cruel than the loss of worth
Hearts depart from its soul
Jester / fools / without cheer
No cartwheels glee or clue
Happy days adieu
High times zero new
Birds to the sky / fist pump / guns
This is for the Razza
End what's done begun

Waiting to get thru
Theme parks colorfully masking
Reality's streets and truth
Inmates as we are forced to wait
Hate is quicker to arrive
Behind bars hollows Time
Takes our forever
Even waking up
Still in limbo / thirsty without a cup
Same ole system
Who's business makes slaves
Kept blind and silently afraid
Kept
In a state / of mindlessness
Now worse than before

Schitzo screaming schisms
Crazy IS the war
Fear wreaks havoc
Boom boom back to a room
In your head goes the bomb
Shrapnel wounded / half none...

Are we there yet?
Just farts in the wind
Waiting is hell / how does life begin?
Just passing by / passed away / a passerby
Yelling and complaining
Let me in ? Get me out ?
Ghost to life's boo hoo / poor you
What happens to dreams wasted
In the zoo
Eyes turned frozen
Cold uncaring
Dying and lying / lifeless stories to share
As beauty within is in despair
As beasts overcrowd the fair
Flotsam in limbo float
Alone in its killer cold
Time still passing / parole / on hold
Much hope

Where are we
If there is nothing
No penny for fairy tale wells

Wishes are dead in fountains
Rich and heavy to the bottom
With tossed currencies. Fell.
How will a coin speak
Who will ever know
If we do not paint out loud
The masterpiece of the dream?

Tell me dreamer what time do you have
Still waiting?

In this zoo...

When it always was and is
And always will be

Up to you.
Revised retitled
Babble, babble, disloyal and troubled
Get out! Get out!
Who’s there? Why are you here?
How did you get in? My safe haven!
No, no, no! I’m hearing but not listening.
Invaders…on the inside forcing their way out.
People can’t know the fugitives I hide.
They made me do it! Not my fault!
Not my fault!
Whisperings, not of a lover.
Betrayal. ****, you, traitor!
You promised me safety. You said I was supposed to feel better!
Where’s my prize?
I’m rocking, rocking, rocking…
Where are you?
All’s quiet on the eastern shore,
I’ll wait for you to come back, my Brutus.
This corner is not the same without you.
hi dudes

you see as a kid, i was a bit of a brat,i hated the way that dad was

but that was because i hardly knew him, and i didn’t know the reason

why he was like a cotton wool type of adult, cotton flaming wool, what a joke

ya see dad showed me, his way, he takes no **** from anyone especially his kids

you see he felt he had to say, i wasn’t a young dude, meaning the young dudes

who look like they are going to **** their parents, or the young dudes, who take

off on an adventure not knowing where we’ll end up, and dad isn’t very fond of

this teasing parents thing,  especially when the teasing was from all the wrong reasons

and the reason why visioned dad do that again, cause he got me an iPad, and in

my psychotic episode, i threw it over the balcony, and i felt i disgraced the good

nature dad brought to me, i upset him when i said go back to smoking,k cause

he wasn’t helping me, by treating me like a little shy boy, and i disgraced dad

when i said, i hated his version of adult, you see dad was worried about the

kinds of dangers i will be in, if i tried to be a family person or young dude.

i keep telling dad, as far as my own world goes, i prefer to play shows in my room

rather than bringing that shy boy from wood berry back, just because i accidentally

lost my phone, you see dad expects me to be perfect, cause when i said, it happened

to everyone, he disagreed, and said, i was the only one, to lose my phone, as a tease.

i liked when one kid in canberra said, i was like us, man, but many delusions came out

of my head from that day, about this kid, putting himself in danger of kidnapping for me.

but he ain’t my daddy buddy.

and dad implied that, if i **** him or fight him, i will be a worthless heap of **** or a loser

and then i heard voices from the guy behind our house, Ralph, who said, i don’t think

it’s right to yell at your parents, cause they are trying to help you, and give you happiness

and then ralph implied that, it isn’r any of my business why he fights his parents, and told

me, I’m shouldn’t be a hooligan, i should be a young dude, let my dad think he has won,

cause i should be a young dude to dad and mum and my brothers point of view, cause

i used to be wild, as, and i know your brother was a yeah mate yeah kid, but we ain’t

treating you like a cool kid to us, buddy, let your family think they have won the war,

take one for the team, your parents are trying to protect you, buddy.

yeah, i know it’s fun to tease your family why they are like this, and you might look like me, ralph said

to your father, cause your parents are helping you understand, buddy, mine never did, said ralph

your mum and dads cotton wool is silly, but you need to get past this, if ya want the next step

of family person to come to you, buddy, the next step of buddy, but i am not ya daddy though,

i know your dad, was hard to understand, but he doesn’t **** us off, like ya mum or you or your

brother, buddy, your family just don’t want to see you arrested for slander, buddy, ya know that,

don’t ya buddy.

and your old mates were making fun of their good nature, i know they were weird, but they were nicde

to you buddy, ok, i am quite happy to tease the old hags with you, but you must realise, your parents are nice,

and your faster would be a yeah mate yeah kid, you saw the way he was buddy, stop trying to be shy

just like us, *******.

but i don’t want to be a shy person, and ralph said, no your father is treating you like a kid there, ya know

and i said, i am a therapy writer and therapy artist, and a poet and a youtube entertainer, ralph said

yeah, but your still nice, ya see, we treated ya like a nice person, your not like us, TAKE YOUR MEDICATION

BUDDY, TO LEAVE THIS US NOW MAN, CRAP, AWAY FROM US,

i loved my parents, i was just trying to be cool like my school mates, buddy, my parents were weird, but they

loved me a lot, i want to make a mockery of them, but dad and mum were worried, young dudes will take it

the wrong way, saying i am a shy person, no i am a famous writer, artiist and youtube and internet entertainer

and i am cooler than they are, i think i am adopted, cause i am different to they are, but all my problems were

based on previous lives, not friends or family or myself.
zebra Jun 2020
between the umbilicus of limbo,
and the theater of cruelty
the rational world remains a derelict
void

welcome are hallucinations
abolishing reason
that give meaning
to blood shot
gazing walls
beyond  the limits
of sanity
where madness can not be opposed
in a world
of tug a war aberrations

a lyric breathed voice
shoots through
nerve membranes
while marching
an infantry of
squat shadows
and false memories   
that move like flames 
in a vacant lot
of burning violets

she goes hungry

a snake head
eats its tail
in graves
scattered voice
and speechless tongues

arteries pulse vermillion
naked and wanton
waiting to be pierced
for schitzo's release
in a lyric of dreads desire

a tidal force
lifts a dirigible of hell
in a fountain of blood
while Jesus has a cheeseburger

moonstruck in torn *******
a spreading bride
dissolves hoop-armed
around a formless shadow
hallucinating
her beloved killer
foot stones kiss
….
https://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=carl+jung&&view=detail&mid=19CC0D7663DBC03C91B219CC0D7663DBC03C91B2&&FORM=VDRVRV
It is not lost on me that the meaning of much that I write is not well understood. Some say if you have to explain a poem its failed.
Id flip that around and say what of the readers responsibility to be culturally assimilated, familiar with surrealism and the writings of visionaries who constructed and promulgated altered realities some of which great movements of literature and culture are built upon, such as Artaud among many others who inspire the subject of my darkly exotic intersectional writings.
Let it suffice to say then at the very least these poems are streams of conciousness that give expression through the relentlessly imposing or suggestive bizarre mental constructs of the mind unmoored by convention
Sid Lollan Aug 2017
disassembled                dry-milk filaments
        casket-torso;pallbearer-legs           buried
                      the lead                        
                                    ­   tombstone read: “for what it’s worth,
               well, It ain’t”
Get me out!on thenextflight       haven’t cut since cru-el April"
             her,my,this obsession with disaster           death by Mediocrity
      she tickles my deficiencies.i whisper.witness me Divine
                            Metastasizer
the police-scanner onna nozzle         so-so dance with the gentlemen;
        to the heart of                write a novel and **** yrself
...And so began the long con(sort-o-con       a schitzo origin story
                 two invert a paradigm)         ;dis assembled matter
told’em yu why worry?      -it ain’t like the films kid-
         we got Worlds to destroy via our Creation)
…move the mark, no           Who moves the soul of those machines?
        somebody [important] dead      inna car accident and
3 colors of genuwine           stratum of white jissom retchblossoms
Smelled like a bank&mug issa
       itch of **** platter-ed                  man who shoulda upped-in-smoke at 22.
                               lotus lips          chests of oceans
Wouldn’t mourn immortality yet;
          -Can wee stay here all/night?-         a platitude is a platitude is a platypus—             :POEM:UNDER:CON
                        in                     STRUCTION:       tuition is too high!
Death by mediocrity, i whisper         she licks a falsehood;
         stick it two me!           $2.37 and a pack of menthols
Stick it in me!         and twist      darling,When’s the last luna saddle
            you horsed           a bull fever-red let it fly—           disassembled constituents quiver                      grave sentiment o’er teacups of
          perishable insight                         ,dissolved dry-milk filaments
      if fear was
                the Sweat,on my back         mountains of meat o’er hills&
under choppy grecian sea          she undoes what she did
        *ties a ribbon to an elected carcass
Autopsy report:                            that junk was better in my head
         death by mediocrity   i whisper        it ain’t like the films kid,
               and it ain’t like the news said            she mechanical jaw
inspire technicalities            maintain the train rolling or you might
                see me on the outside; emerald oracle on a sideroad
selling oranges to                 the future       ain’t grease my w-h-e-e-l
        you—and; her she watches from out-of-frame
        falling, you, i she is falling in closed
system  restrain this membrane            give (me) a hand in burning
         up this joint         (we) kicked in the door to a peep show
picture death, no                  horror of inanimate ****** press’d up-against                   staint glass                the whole **** operation
a **** ruse           I’ve never been about            wake me up for
        disassembled                a Judgement Day               the next hunt the
interval be                       Please cut to the          C H A S E
                 between Want and Wanted                     the joy/cut-me in;   is a poem      to a cross-             like me,I think,therefore
                -eyed saint     my brain jargons,               but these words are deadbeat,papa where’s the cigarettes?     sure pal, Yr a leader!
                for a funeral procession         him,           androgynous boygirl
     tested the waters,drowned               disassembled for a fountain          
                 trade me that injustice for
or a Ouroburro           a Snake            a new dictionary (all in fine print)
     with the courtesy to eat itself whole;                        Cash in
while              you can. Get some sleep.
I invite you to read this piece in any direction your mind may lead you.

Thanks. Feedback is always appreciated
Shayla Apr 2015
October 19th
That's when I started to hate everything:
  My Boyfriend. School. My Family. Myself. My Life.
Things I really cared about before.
But that was before.
Before my schitzo boyfriend became a liar. A cheater.
Before he went from the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with  to the man I never wanted to see again.
Before I got to school one day, looked around, and got sick to my stomach.
I realized that the bright, white lights,
   cold, white walls
Reminded me of my second home:    The Hospital.
The other students resembled the slow "Beep, beep, beep" of the machines I am so familiar with.
The pain I go through everyday...
When I lost hope...
Stopped caring...
Oh, but BEFORE?!
I cared...
Before my mom announced that she was pregnant with my 5th brother, and 6th sibling,
I was excited!
...
Until I realized that I'd have another child to raise.
Well, ******, atleast I'd have help this time.
From the stepdad who doesn't seem to want to stay.
And the brother who refuses to take his medication.
Hard to believe, but BEFORE,...
I cared.
But that was before.
Before everything.
NOW?
I'm done caring.
Because now is now.
Before was just...
                                         Before.
This reflects a period in my life filled with depression, tears, and a lot of pain. I actually wrote it on December 11th of 2014, but it still lives in my heart.
Aaron LaLux Mar 2018
Tomorrow is literally always a day away,
call her Laura Tomorrow make no mistake,
because as she arrives she starts to fade,
she’s thee greatest love that you’ve ever made,

and I swear to God,
I don’t mean that to sound too cliche,
‘cause her Style is so Wild,
that I don’t know how to behave,

not a master,
nor a slave,
of anyone,
other than my one fate,

intoxicated faded,
sedated medicated,
it’s amazing all the difference,
a single day did,

I thought that I’d made it,
until I found my self in an Alone Silence,
see the bigger the house the more lonely it feels,
the more window panes the more hanging curtains,

the taller the walls the smaller I feel,
dark alone not even sure what the point is,
a self created health related paranoia,
feeling mixed up was a schitzo that’s double jointed,

designed my defenses so well,
that I can’t even escape it,
built walls so tall and disguises so well,
that I can’t even recognize myself when I’m naked,

take it,
or don’t,
what’s the worth of being a genius,
if all it makes is a poem,

I’m thrown,
off the throne,
dizzy,
naked and alone,

well not alone,
but also not at home,
I try the phone but there’s no dial-tone,
then the next moment I am frozen,

can’t move,
forget the breath,
remember only the memory of a memory,
forget the rest,

no place to rest,
no rest assured,
no rest stops on the road of life,
no lines only blurs,

what has occurred,
and what was the worth,
were you given the cure,
or were you made worse,
is it better to be late,
or is it better to be first,
is it better to be paid,
or is it better to be hurt,
is it better to be said,
or written in a verse,

written in a verse,
this is the love and yeah love hurts,
we take a risk,
every time we love first,

and she’s like a dream,
dream,
dream,
dream,

dreaming of a better day,
leaving all my yesterdays,
ironic how the Brightest Lights,
can be the first to fade…

Tomorrow,
is literally always a day away,
call her Laura Tomorrow,
make no mistake,
because as she arrives,
she starts to fade,
she’s thee greatest love,
that you’ve ever made,

tomorrow,
is literally always a day away,
call her Laura Tomorrow,
make no mistake…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

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KG Jun 2023
Schizzy in the sunlight
Laughing all awhile
Dancing skinless amongst
Elderberry tree's bones
Rattling of bottles
Amongst branches
And thieves, deceiving memories of what's to come
What's to believe
Across the shadows marsh
Casting bubbles on bricks of breeze.
I'll see you again
My torment, and disease
I guess I'm writing again
Do you mean they eat people? Yes. My God! What about T.V. dinners? What about them? I'd rather be eaten by cannibals than to have my T.V. dinners wrecked! What's the worst thing that cannibals could do? Steal all the T.V. dinners that you have! Good God! Holy begorra, another movie! More filmed sad **** from the ***-hole Brad Pitt, the schitzo who has created a world unto himself. Dead people got no reason to live. Dead people got no will to live. Dead people got no appetite...Deader than the deadest of the deadliest dead. How many dead men does it take to ***** in a light bulb? All of them + 1.

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