Application to Schizophrenia

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Thursday, August 13, 2009

Fish in a bowl

Abducted and incarcerated for man’s delight, A fish is not a creature farthest from my sight. I feel like God giving grace to allow him survive, As I feed him just to keep him alive. That unnecessary excrement may not keep his water grey, Lest I would have to change it again and again. No haste to... Sign in to see full entry.

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Kill a man with dreams, And his dreams will assume his life. But Kill a man's dreams, then he becomes a walking dead. It takes only one word to kill a man. Whisper into his ear: 'impossible!' And you would have plunged a dagger into his soul. Sign in to see full entry.

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Hat off and bowing out by the end of today

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Wednesday, August 12, 2009

You shouldn’t be surprised to meet a man frail and gray, If long from my reach you stay away. Then old enough to father you, My hands from worthy maidens, I sure withdrew. Hoping on a day before I die, Our hands in each others, even just for a while. Sign in to see full entry.

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I’m doing what I rather not. I see good in what I think is wrong. Terrified, I am to see myself sin. I am loosing sense of judgement, Will is diminishing. Giving way to an impostor and watching him live, Responsibility for my own actions, I’m disallowed to heave. I hurt myself consciously, hoping to... Sign in to see full entry.

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Mood Swing

When nobody is watching, I dance a jig. To a polka, I jostle my legs. I crack a joke and laugh to myself haughtily, When no one is aware. I make faces to myself in the mirror, And run around my room. Screaming and shouting, just being a fool. I suddenly stop, as if I was caught. I dim my eyes,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Clouds tell me stories in the morning, By day, books keep me company. I insulate myself from reality, For my past and future haunt me. The present almost comes to halt, While stars watch over me at night. I quicken the sluggish pace of time, By reins of humour I pull with might. Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Beering Love

As the mouth of the bottle meets the tip of the glass, A gentle rush of love tumbles down its side. It forms a thin lather of affection, Which golden liquid love pushes up with passion. Affection dissipates slowly with sizzles on reaching the brim. It leaves behind as much love as the glass can... Sign in to see full entry.

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Amnesia

I have become unaware of my own movement, I have lost my memory. I bump into people on the streets, Cars nearly hit me. I t has become difficult to tell what I’m doing, When I’m doing it. Reality has become virtual, A movie in which I act while viewing it. Sounds are amplified many times over,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, August 10, 2009

Lily in a field of thorns

I choose to walk bare feet in this field, Not so as to pluck your beautiful flower, Lest by morning its petals wilt, And your sweet fragrance leaves, But to perceive your pleasant odors, And caress your soft petals. Wishing upon a day it might, gently pruned, Extend above clear waters of a colorful... Sign in to see full entry.

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Application to Schizophrenia chronicles a battle with social acceptance and spiritual identity leading the protagonaist down and out of the road of depression into self actualization.

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