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 schizo*phre*nia

(noun)

  : a psychotic disorder characterized by loss of contact with the environment, by noticeable deterioration in the level of functioning in everyday life, and by disintegration of personality expressed as disorder of feeling, thought (as in hallucinations and delusions), and conduct.


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there's something about it
(we can hear you thinking)
i just can't put my finger on it
but the feeling
is unlike (like? unlike? like? whichever [it's not whatever it's what is])
any other

it's like
standing
in a crowd at carnival hate carnivals they smell odd and the people all around
and hearing
all these
(talk and talk with nothing to say)conversations
around you
and yet
once in a while
you focus on
one (two three four we don't want your fucking war)
and hear what they have
to say

that's kinda
what it's like

my brain
never shuts
off (on off on off on)

i listen to music
because it's white (white is all colors mixed together) noise
it gives me
something
outside my head
to think about

because otherwise
i'm not sure
if i'd ever
really
be able (table cable sable)
to rest
even for a moment
(who needs rest? i do, it's late, i'm tired)
and it's
exhausting
never being
alone
inside
your head
(alone's a miserable way to be)




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On Monday June 19th, 2006, kiss of the dark (43) writes:
very quick paced and interesting....riveting if you will


On Saturday January 22nd, 2005, Lotophagi (451) writes:
amazing piece, and the last line is superb, I love it. Thank you.


On Thursday June 17th, 2004, Bakkhus Unbound (1108) writes:
'like standing in a crowd at carnival: hate carnivals they smell odd' Quite the ambitious twist like psychobabble in one's own mind: cotton-candy taste good like crap in delirim ...well done.


On Wednesday March 10th, 2004, flying_fox (769) writes:
this piece is so cutting, so alarmingly accurate (or so it seems to one who has not experienced it). I knew a woman who saw messages in car number plates - all against her. You are truly truly amazing. Please, get these published. Fox


On Tuesday September 16th, 2003, SilentStalker (1360) writes:
Once again, you've enlightened me in a way no one else could. Ever. This is perfection.


On Monday July 14th, 2003, braindeadpoet (127) writes:
My voices keep me out of trouble...or do they get me in trouble. It's one of those...I think? But they do keep me company when I want to be alone. I haven't been alone for years...help. Nah, we are buddies now. By the way, another wonderful poem...thank y


On Thursday July 10th, 2003, Stranger (281) writes:
Genius.


On Wednesday July 9th, 2003, An Expired Member (83) writes:
I made a song about shizophrenia and damn it was funny... a shame I can't post it


On Wednesday July 9th, 2003, An Expired Member (7) writes:
that's how i feel when i try to sleep. i can never shut my brain off. insomnia sucks.


On Wednesday July 9th, 2003, Nightingale (555) writes:
Well... I can relate to this one and my voices say you're enlightened. :-)


On Wednesday July 9th, 2003, anathema (62) writes:
what more is there to say? when you hear voices, you're never alone. heh.


On Wednesday July 9th, 2003, boughtwithblood (296) writes:
awesome.



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