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Bloodstorm
The shell is light gray And bones protrude it all wing-like Disfigured by age and by strife Frail hair have been pulled out And burned down by ghostly beings Liquified brain matter Flows out of me and through me It mixes with downpour of the rain Its stench toxic in the air of dusk I made holes all over my skin To feed nightmares normally hidden from sight Demons and demigods May enter me and leave as they please I watch them without fear Our pact of pain and pleasure sealed with blood My sins give birth to wild animals My mind and dirt have become one Shadows of my darkness conceal the sun My life never-ending My death comes and goes with blink of an eye Hate and anger Love and contempt Emotions too raw to carry names Too human to matter at all
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The Suffering of a Schizophrenic (Poem)
The Suffering of a Schizophrenic By J.C. Solis What heartfelt sadness one feels deep inside Where one’s inner demons live and reside What suffering and tinges of due pain The pain that long since drove a man insane So this is a life that one can’t control A feeling that keeps one from being whole For these are the words that have remained true It is through illness that someone now rues And as this plague infests deep in one’s mind To see and hear voices that are not kind It is through this cacophony we see That when a person begs to be set free It doesn’t take a little bit or much That comes from the feel of this sickly touch For one to see that the mind has gone wrong The insanity sings its deathly song This is a feeling that so many feel A feeling that none of them can repeal It is a feeling that robs one of light For the monsters prowl in both day and night For this is the mind at its most deranged A mind that is lost within its own mange And all reasoning
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We Live Into Each Other
i clutch this truth to my heart
to the dark and light
in my chest, your soul
has a nest here, a soft refuge, that
must have been collecting, unnoticed
for the entire before, of the us we are now
before death's pressure-quiet depths,
our airy-high joys and the breathlessness
pinned pulsating onto each
i'd been saving it all, both
for you and the me you hauled up
from the numb of an oh-so-low below
when i say my best friend is Love
it's more about everything in the poetry
that we live into each other
the lives we've lost and gained
as well as the way itself, its footfalls
step to the gentle ghost rhythm of our song
my best fri
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