Impractical Reality Fermented dissolution of warped memories Hope and trust nothing more than sedimentary Abused and re-used, cursed thy blackened sun Burning flames of sodom, in which I have become Hades amongst the will and grace Mournful cries, so deep in such a serene place Completeion, totality, all never true Silent torment amounts to all the due A debt for sorrow, interest of pain Let the vultures play their twisted game Forseen future, unlocked shrines Undoubtedly cruel in a hardship of times Conformity, refuse and deny, point of blasphemy Dishonoured and lost amongst a silent tragedy. Confinement within the self, a twsited shape Lost and dazed, left to feel out of place Strungout, thrashed and worn Reality and illusion, the barrier torn Disheartened excuses, explanations multiply Disharmony within a seemingless cry Exponential rejections, degenerate mind A probable consequence, unreality, one of a kind Blackened sun, dulled day A lost soul, confused, indulged, fading away Solitary Miscommunication Totality, a fierce remorse Let death seep in and work its course A definition which speaks no truth A horrificn manifestation, no absolute Astray runs my mind, limitless perception Blinded by fear and social rejection Upon the night I seek out the truth Enabling the continuation of live without you Exrapolated thoughts, an intrapolate condition Painlful mourning of secreted vision Misanthropy turns to extravagant gain No intuition of a life lived in vain Inhebriation of my lost hopes and dreams Crucifixtion as I am lost within my screams Slowly departing amongst my distorted conception Used and abused over lack of perception Visions embedded of a lifeless strain No more to lose, and nothing to gain Fear of entraptment for a lack of scornful dreams Outslide looking in at what the truth so obliviously seems Hole-riddled and never-more Withered down beyind the core Diseased my mind, fatlity is me Will I ever discover the truth and finally be me
Twisted and complex, mind bending. Something I'd easily understand coming from someone battling schizophrenia. check this video out btw if you have time: [ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fGgsjXq7J6Y"]YouTube - Recovery: Schizophrenia & Mental Illness -- Psychology[/ame]
Thank you. They definately have paradoxal perspectives confined within them. Very interesting disease indeed. The video was alright, my interpretation of it was more "buy these books" than actually recovering and restoration of reality.
to be honest, this type of poetry is not easily digestable for me, which is why it can be so good. at first glance without any background I would say that these poems are forced, contrived, and at the very least way too "deep". however, the fact this is such a powerful, and frighteningly (and also ironically) "real" reflection of your condition is honestly poetically astounding. Sort of representing the true and original meaning of art, to reflect its creator or its creator's image, or its creators impressions through his or her six senses. oh yeah also a couple spelling mistakes that I couldn't help but notice regardless of the fact that this is obviously free verse.