Voices sounding in my ear
Noises ricocheting off the wall
Realization of the simple fact
That analyzing reality from distortion
Helps me not, yet contributes to the chaos
Jolene, Josh, and the No Named Girl
Carmen and now Carla
Friends my subconscious decided I need
I'll admit, it's not all that bad
I don't like to be driving,
And hear car horns roar
I don't like to be typing
And hear the moaning of a tortured girl
I don't like hearing dying cats
I don't like hearing
The voices in my mind
Arguing when I'm watching television
Am I insane?
Not according to the doctors.
I know my reality isn't right,
That's what separates me from being crazy.
So a crazy person can't know they're crazy.
Author notes
This was an insanely (no pun intented) personal piece, ad I still can't believe I've decided to post it to the world.
Thi poem is about the auditry hallutionations I've been having for the past few months. I'm not yet on medications, though I want to and should be.
Written August 22nd, 2006
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I know this feeling. My head tells me I'm Damien and then makes up random people. I really am insane, I think. This piece is nice. The lips and finger on the side are scary >_> *clings to you* Save me! (This stupid thing isn't posting my comments either
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That was a really good poem, especially the ending. Them voices can be a real bother, especially if one tells you to shoot the other with a shot gun. I hope you are ok and remember, at least you'll never be lonely.
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Wow, Susan. This is extremely intresting. Hope you get better darling, if you haven't already.
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Wow. I love thie piece. (though the background makes it a little hard to read..... maybe if you changed the text color). You are not alone in this world. I also hear things many people do not hear nor do they understand. Hearing them does not make you crazy. you are just different. And being different, is not always a bad thing. I'm here if you need anything... Great piece!
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harrowing
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The black star makes it hard to read in some places. Interesting piece. Its a little shakey however in the last two lines.."That's what separates me from being crazy.
So a crazy person can't know they're crazy. "
I think its bullshit that someone with a mental disorder can not know they have one. Your doctor is the one that needs medication. Keep writing. Best of luck to you in your future. -
I really enjoyed reading this piece, short, but very powerful and it sure left an impact on me. You did an excellent job. If ever you need someone to talk to please never hesitate. I'm more than willing to listen, I don't have all the answers but will do my best to make you smile at least
MxA
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Woah. This shows depths beyoud self, while so tangled in self so as to be blind to the greater truths. You pen with skill, I only wonder if you wrote what I've seen.
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Interesting. I like the way you described this, and yet it lacked the intensity that is reality. What I'd like to have seen in this is the reality of your realization, if that makes sense. This piece has potential, but needs a wee bit of work. Nice job.
What's love without a little poison?
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i can relate to some extent to what you have writtne here. i won't go into detail about that but ya, this was well written. i really liked it. God Bless. Bec
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Interesting. I like the way you described this, and yet it lacked the intensity that is reality. What I'd like to have seen in this is the reality of your realization, if that makes sense. This piece has potential, but needs a wee bit of work. Nice job.
What's love without a little poison?
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This is a deep poem. It's short, and easy to understand...yet there's that pull that makes you consider if you yourself are also crazy. Well written.
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I really hope you can find some one who will help you. You express yourself wonderfully and you have a great tallent keep writing, Duckie. (Always willing to listen/read)
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I can relate to what you wrote and u put how you feel perfectly into words
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This obviously a very personal poem, as all are to a degree... but this is to me about someone who is trying desperately to make sense of themselves and looking for others to help them do it. The poem was good, and I hope that you find the person that you can reach out to to help you on this journey... you are obviously a creative soul... or you would not be on here expressing yourself... with talent I might add... keep up the good work and good luck to you. -
Great job on this! The backround is distracting, but it doesnt cover the excellent words in your poem. great job
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I wasn't too happy with the last stanza either, I just wasn't sure how to end the poem though... hm.
I go to a therapist, but it doesn't help very much.
That's something we've talked abotu, we all have our own realities, just this part of mine isn't part of the collective reality (if there is such a thing).
Thanks Kat.
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Sometimes consciousness of the fact something is wrong makes the fact entirely more difficult to deal with. You need to find someone to help you, Susan. There's probably a free mental health clinic near you that you can get a ride or take the bus to if you don't want to work through your mother. You knows I'm always willing to listen, too.
We all have distorted perceptions of reality, and it makes one question if a 'reality' even exists. What makes one person's reality more real than anothers? Isn't reality based on perception? Something to think on.
As for the actual poem, I like the first three stanzas, particularly the third. The last stanza doesn't do much for me, the question in particular. I think it might just be the diction and syntax.
Well, have a lovely day, Susan.
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