Our Dream Clean India

The daily visit of the Sweeper, Pushing the cart with dust bins..... What a welcome sight; Soon the garbage; Will be out of sight! ! The smelling bin Left overnight Foul smelling sin! ! The potent group this

Paranoid

Everybody says I'm paranoid they all think I'm crazy They all smile to my face but they'd like to see me die They put poison in my coffee they put ground glass in my oatmeal They put spiders in my tennis shoes and shit in my pecan pie It's hard to stop and figure out where did it all begin You see my father wanted a little girl and my mother wanted twins And my grandpa admired Hitler so everything I did was wrong And I'm gonna stop now cause even though you're smilin' I know you hate this song

Essay On Psychiatrists

I. Invocation It‘s crazy to think one could describe them— Calling on reason, fantasy, memory, eves and ears— As though they were all alike any more Than sweeps, opticians, poets or masseurs. Moreover, they are for more than one reason Difficult to speak of seriously and freely,

Never Entrust A Confidence To Such A Callous Person

Why do people take delight in nurturing all things negative, in propagating every damning word that was said to them in confidence? It makes me wary of friends and family even more wary of myself – am I like this, if pressed in a family gathering, will I also tell all how bad

Diabetes

Pain in my feet With pincushion fingers. Blurred double vision, Exhaustion that lingers. I thought it was fat, That I had to avoid. Turns out it was sugar, No, I'm not paranoid.

Paranoid Schizophrenia

I am looking ahead as so many are following behind me Everyone's hands reaching out to hurt me somehow- I feel are manipulating my thoughts- People looking ahead and so many following behind me On this mesmerizing spring-like day- I wonder why this world is Out to menace and persecute me? A gentle breeze blows and dogwood is blossoming, Daffodil stems rocking gently within a gentle gust of wind- While the sky is cloudless and I can feel the warmth of the sun brightly shining, and as Its rays are gently caressing my shoulders; all I can do is weep-

A Sound Of Silence

A sound of silence ~ Silence that distant sound Speaks volumes of variety One mans peace another’s fear Between the words unsaid And those wanted to be spoken The holding presence silence brings A time of reflection is found To rest upon a thought content

Scary Movies

Scary movies, You can watch ‘em Get scared, Feel paranoid, Feel like someone is stalking you Have a bad nightmare Then go to your mom and dad’s bedroom. All people tell us they aren’t real But how do they know that They aren’t the author of the story

An Eerie Game

Why is it that one's mind can be all confusion, With senses reeling in a blurred illusion, One's thinking, cotton wool, They're thinking, 'what a fool', Perhaps it's all a paranoid delusion. Bewildered thoughts shoot off in all directions, Goodness knows who's still in one's affections, With forgetting just one name, It's like playing an eerie game,

I Hate Schizophrenia

I hate schizophrenia- Spending months in a locked ward, Pacing up and down low piled carpeted halls Between therapy groups, and those nothing to do weekends. Oh, how I hate schizophrenia. I hate having schizophrenia, Having to take at least seven medications To get me through the day, and to take Ativan To assure me a normal night’s sleep.

Its Not You Its Me

I loved you too much The fault was entirely my own You have no guilt to blame You were only ever yourself At least that is what I hope That you did not play me In some act a role only to deceive So you may extract my emotion To what ends that could serve No forget that paranoid thought

Lifes Too Short

Paranoid thoughts of a world in greed People trying to be better Than the one next door Why don't they just live their life and be happy Lifes too short to play it like a sport Trying to score a point

Time To Look In The Mirror

'The entire world already knows That we water- boarded the prisoners' The entire world also knows that Our police shot the unarmed man With raised hand And policeman was not indicted The whole world knows Police kept a man in chokehold Even after listening that he can't breathe The whole world knows that

Rigor Mortis

The earth, played out, seems forged with fear, It bristles, stiffens, slowly fades With introspection. Through the blear, In our unease we move, bowed heads; Eyes dare not catch the eyes in crowds. Our long-filled faces, burrowed in This stolid world of silence, ache. A momentary smile may break, So awkward, brief, merely polite,

The Ghaghra In Spate - A Poem By Keki N Daruwalla

And every year the Ghaghra changes course turning over and over in her sleep. In the afternoon she is a grey smudge exploring a grey canvas. When dusk reaches her through an overhang of cloud she is overstewed coffee. At night she is a red weal

Entangled

O what a tangled web we weave When we choose to deceive Or to be deceived We need to realise that we receive What we as ordinary mortals choose to give Let us not, therefore, live In a state of blissful ignorance Of the rest of the world and its tolerance Just yesterday you did loudly cry

(991) A Drugged Up Prostitute

On the wild side, she lives, no love in her heart to give. She walks the streets of Calgary. Eyes protrude with deep dark circles, cheeks red, with the look of fire. Lips missed with cherry red lipstick. Vampirelike finger nails, glow. She walks uncertain, in a daze, tripping over her feet, and wondering.

Do You Believe In Ghosts?

If anyone had asked me a few months ago if I believed in paranormal activities such as ghosts, I would have, without hesitation, said 'no.' I consider myself to be a realist, a down to Earth kinda guy, which finds a plausible reason for unexplained events. Call it the law of Parsimony. I've always held with the more logical and feasible assumption. Such as 'a slight tremor knocked that book off the shelf and made it skid across the floor.' I often scoffed at strange accounts and easily reasoned the one telling the tale had quite the vivid imagination or perhaps acquired some illegal pharmaceutical that caused temporary hallucinations.

Depression And Schizophrenia‏

When at last you have become aware deep down yourself and of the people whom require at last some mental health be serviced, come to services and you have at least one personality disorder characterized by abnormal and maladaptive inner experience, usually, from some past and other ones behavior. Personality disorders, also known as Axis II disorders, include obsessive-compulsive, avoidant, paranoid and borderline.

Little Miss Misery

A scion marked from Old Lizzies Hand Collar trim, with an axe potent grand Butcher sister, to Mrs Kotche’s intellect Calculate the sums of the souls she collects, Dear misery, your charade is an annulled Vacate to the dirt, from the dump where you crawled I tried to be negotiable but you never let me in No pacifist’s consideration for your reptilian skin There’s no smile for that girl,