Application to Schizophrenia - Blogithttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/shay_charles/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.hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00Fish in a bowlhttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/shay_charles/624073Abducted 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...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/shay_charles/624034Kill 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.Hat off and bowing out by the end of todayhttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/shay_charles/623997...thanks guys!!https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/shay_charles/623946You 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.https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/shay_charles/623926I’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...Mood Swinghttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/shay_charles/623871When 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,...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/shay_charles/623858Clouds 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.Beering Lovehttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/shay_charles/623838As 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...Amnesiahttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/shay_charles/623809I 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,...Lily in a field of thornshttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/shay_charles/623729I 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...