"schitzo" poems
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
Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 4:50 PM UTC
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
….
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Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 7:56 AM UTC
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.
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 3:07 AM UTC
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.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 3:32 PM UTC
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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Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 5:59 PM UTC