Schizophrenia

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Thank you..peace Crimsin :)

I've read it before.. It touched me the first time and more so this time.. It's the worse disease out there in my opinion
Your a strong women crim having to deal with such demons.. What I tell my clients my mom and even myself even though I don't suffer the disease but being a child of a women that does I have the genetic fear but anyways I say mind of matter and live don't let it live you.. Your awesome crim hope you the best..


P. S I didn't comment the first time because it touched me that bad but now I felt like I must keep smiling crim

Thank you GG you're right don't let it push me over the line..I take my meds and try to face those demons head on..thank you for such a tender comment..you touched my soul..Keep smiling GG..peace Crim

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thank you Carpe_Noctem..back at you fierce soul..peace Crim

You know a broken wing can easily be utilised with the right backing and guidance Brenda. Birds of prey need the shorter wing for speed and accuracy. We just need to be shown how to use the altered wing. Deeply felt and related to dear lady. An important and brave share. Thank you Brenda. Power and love to ya girl. :)

I never looked at that way an altered wing hmmm interesting I love the idea of that I think your on to something TS.. I love the metaphor of being a bird of prey with a shortened wing span.. I think through an altered perception we see much.. thank you with love and respect Brenda

This is such a wonderful piece of work done through the torment of the dark. A true artist at its best. Taking our darkness and turning it into such exquisite art... you are in the company of a couple of greats you know. Only the true artists can take the challenges life throws at them and do something like THIS. Never stop writing.

Beautiful write, Crim.. from a dark and troubled place, some how we find the words to weave in beauty.. much love and respect..


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yes these were some dark days I thank the powers that be for leading me to DU so I could write about it.. thank you for your beautiful comment with love and respect Crim

"The agitation, anxiety a combustible thing      
All these voices clamoring in my brain."- the rows of birds on the power lines just started exploding in a puff of feather's. pigeon carcasses   rained down from the sky  
    
"Seeing coded messages in every word      
The t.v people talking to me, I obsess though I know this is absurd."- i put on the glasses and i could see they were all aliens with no eyelids,exposed muscle and vein structure. i hid in the apartment for weeks on end.i'll never look at the mail man the same way again....      
    
"Flipping off the cameras, i'm sure are planted in my place      
Begging and pleading with them to reveal themselves or get out of my space."- ya know you don't have to put much fore behind a baseball bat to break out a parking lot full of car windows...i wasen't even winded until they came with the batons.my cell mate wanted me to be her girlfriend...her arm bends really far in funny directions now.    
    
"To venture in public, a terrifying idea      
Wondering which friendly smile is a demon in disguise,      
So back to my house I run and hide."- they all had no faces,3 am was the worst. there were bats at the bases,knocking vases, at great paces .  
they all look  so i leap into the crowd of strangers and they swallow me up again arms reaching for the sky like in the zombie movies.      
    
"Taking my meds hoping this one will be my magic pill      
Hoping finally, one of them will make my voices still."-Alice is a really sweet girl, i had tea with her but the guy with the hat was an alien too. i took both pills this time; dejavu and they moved my house again, people are screaming to get out but this is my house...isn't it?      
    
"The agitation growing out of control      
Friends and family turned into demons, come to steal my soul."-i tracked the fly  for 3 hours around my house before i caught it under a dirty pint glass. i blew cigarette smoke underneath with him, i could of swore i saw him smile. my family seemed to act the way they always did, minding their own business paying no attention to me unless i started playing kick the holes in the drywall again.i made 3 smiley faces this time before they got to me.  
    
"Off to to the hospital dragged in chains      
Terrified they are aliens come to pick my brain. "- white coats with straps are so fashionable and in this season  Breckenridge eat your heart out. they put needles in my eye this time and the hospital i was in was in the sky  
    
"Drugged to the point i'm running into walls      
Locked in a cell, no parole, no escape      
When from this nightmare will I finally awake?"-  i can taste the blood in my mouth, that big orderly has a mean right hook, i just wanted to play checkers with him.i scratched at the wall until my fingernails came off. they took me to the infirmary, at least they have kitten posters in there.    
    
"Afraid one day my family will give up on me      
Alone on the streets screaming at the sky      
Would be my end. "- they don't look at me like they did when i was still a kid, sliding on the playground , kicking rocks, daddy's little girl...i guess they got a grudge.    
    
"Schizophrenia, what a hand to be dealt      
I'm grateful to my family, on me they haven't bailed out." - sliding on cards through the air, on rugs made from bears, they treat me nice for the things i say and level of control i mend in my mind.   
    
"They calm and comfort me, no matter how ill      
Crazy as can be they love me still. "-  they sat with me until the others came to take me away. it reminded me of clean white linen, fresh made beds, and flowers in clear glasses freshly picked from a painting.  
    
"I will find a way to learn on this journey, this trip      
I won't let darkness, take me in it's grip.  "- i am not alone in this journey, i have my family and my friends from the underground; grant me the strength to fight back and keep the demons at bay.  
    
"I will learn to fly with my broken wings      
Learn to make schizophrenia work for me."- today the architect that builds with screams brought me the prototype...and now i can fly again. the winds are as grand as i remember, now it's time to show the others there is still a way out. walk with me and i will listen to your story.tell me a tale of everything that is you...  
   
   
   
   
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you're awesome Crim never forget that.  
   
great poem  
great inspiration  
you show others how to fly with metal or feather wings  
we're all broken but can crawl from the depths of our minds if we try.  
in the words of the Beetles "had a little help from my friends".

i am very happy with how this critique/interpretation turned out,and i am very glad you wrote this so i could take the journey with you.

dearest Samuel I am literally blown away
by your critique & thoughts while reading this poem
you could write a book with all you see between the lines
your mind being so imaginative & keen

your interpretation is wickedly dark & brilliant
you just made my week choosing this poem
it's a very old & personal one of mine..

you should be pleased your critique is a work of art
& I am so happy to have you on this journey with me..

love Crim

Bless and love ...

thank you dearest FeNyX...

love Brenda 💕

Hey Brenda hang in there I also hear voices and they're not very nice at times.The voices are real Muslims hijack people's minds. Keep your head up this is a great writing. Quick question for you, how many years have you been schizophrenic aka hearing voices