My entire world crumbled that morning. (Carefully structured around you)
Your life was taken, two shots fired. (You finally got free)
By no means have they won (Lying makes the pain simpler)
Nothing will stop me from keeping on going (No-one is safe)
Though I find it hard to remain positive anymore (I’m a reasonable man)
Now I see the dark clouds. (They never left me)
They block out the stars you left for me (Firey gems on a destructive mission)
Don't forget my name, "I'll be back soon." (I knew I wouldn’t see you again)
Quietly I'll think. (If only you knew what I saw)
You never knew of me, you never spoke of me. (Secrets are safer when you’re afraid to tell them)
Because you, never were meant to have ever found me. (Watching your last breath made me too happy for words)













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My favorite line(s) were definetly:
They block out the stars you left for me (Firey gems on a destructive mission)
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Jess xxx
'Im changing my name to Num-chuck bitch' - Kurt Cobain *************************************** Live each day as if it was your last, one day you'll be right.
And the not-so-hidden message in bold.
I'm really glad you appreciate it
Thanks for the comment
Take care xxx
A rather interesting perspective taken on life and reality, I'd say.
It seems schizophrenia is a hard thing for people to deal with -what with all I may think i know about it from the textbooks
Then of course the nature of the poem, it's intent to describe a violent individual and their thiking in it, that's quite interesting.
Great work, man
Firstly I'm glad it interests you and makes you think, that's its purpose and you've realised that
One of my good friends is schizophrenic, thought you wouldn't be able to tell, I just find that kinda.. doubled up nature really interesting, specially with the direct contrast between love and.. well... psychopathic urges to kill.... that's some crazy-assed stuff!
Thanks for the awesome comment
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Jess xxx
'Im changing my name to Num-chuck bitch' - Kurt Cobain *************************************** Live each day as if it was your last, one day you'll be right.
That's neat you drew your ideas from the way your friend is, Joe. I have to say I feel pretty sorry for him having to deal with such a reality as his own. I could imagine that is very hard for someone to endure; such a debilitating disease of the mind in so many ways- mainly social, I would say. Not social as in hanging out with friends and being popular but in the sense of the important social interactions in life that allow a person to learn about themselves and the world around them. Not to say people like that are shut-ins or some such. It just must be so hard to really truly learn from anything experienced in life when faced with that sort of barrier in the mind. Fromw hat I read, most people with Schizophrenia tend to not be able to function in the real world at some point if it gets very serious and they end up needing to spend most of their adult life in the watchful eye of loved ones. That's what happened to Syd Barrett. I think he's 60 now and still living in the basement of his mother's old house where his sister now keeps a check on him.
Such a sad thing... damn.
So I'm sorry foryour friend, man. I really wish him the best in life.
Well, of course there is medication for that I have so read that can help so greatly with reducing the symptoms that people with Schizophrenia can be helped to such an extent that they are considered very near to normalcy. The text book I get all this information from is an old College/University psychology course textbook from about '94 or so though... haha. So probably information and medical knowledge on it NOW is much stronger.
I'm not sure I've ever known someone that is truly schizophrenic... well.. my great grandfather had something much like it- Dementia. I was reading something rather interesting that a certain type of schizophrenia or perhaps it's Paranoid Schizophrenia that is referred to as a lesser form of Dementia. I can certainly say the symptoms and mind's perception of the world were odd in that same way. He often thought everyone was trying to poison and kill him.
He could be either a sweet old man who would compliment your hair or a very bitter and paranoid individual who'd tell you to, "get the hell away".
I was too young to understand all that at the time, i just knew he always scared me; he had this look in his eye a lot of the time that was rather frightening. It seems their thoughts would be very much alike to your poem.
Pretty odd, yeh... that's not quuuiiiite the same, of course.
So yeh! I really dig this and how it portrays the schizoid state of mind, man.
It was a total pleasure of the brainwaves to read, man \o/
Alrighty. Done I am
hold your thoughts
close your eyes
and you will find a big surprise
catch your breath
and count to three
i can see you
you'll see me.
*high 5* your a kool coot fat head. chin up xxxx
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