Yes hello again, I think I may have gone from one extreme to the other. First I hardly ever post in a journal and now I'm posting loads.
Anyway, I've just been told I can post my poetry in my journals so I think I'll just post a poem now and then until I run out...then I'll have to write more. Ahhh incentive. So here goes.
My poetry is mostly from the view of other people. I seem to be able to see things from their prospective so there may be topics in my poems which are not from my own experience or in the case of a poem called 'Psychosis' which is from the view of a Schizophrenic, I have used my personal experiences with paranoia and psychosis and the knowledge I have of the illness to exaggerate the symptoms. Actually I think I'll post that one first so you can see what I mean.

Psychosis

Voices take over my mind and plague my soul,
Delve deep to the core until I lose control,
Can't shake them off, can't run and hide,
They're surrounding me and I'm breaking inside.
Staring down the path, can't help but listen,
As the taunts become louder, my eyes start to glisten,
I quicken my pace, as I fight back the tears,
Pull my hood up, try to block out my fears.

Dark figures are stalking me behind every tree,
Using passers by to gain on me,
Never free it seems, alost too much to bare,
Contantly living in this horrific nightmare.
Now everyone is staring with their piercing eyes,
They're all out to get me, but they're all in disguise,
Secretely plotting they'll get me one day,
Please God keep me safe from these demonds I pray.

I jump on the bus, eyes down, head low,
Must not think badly, I'm surrounded they'll know,
I pass a crying toddler whilst her mother scolds her,
And before I could stop it, the words entered "Bad mother".
They pierced through my mind like a mortal curse,
Amplified by invisable speakers, throughout the bus,
No one looks up too offended to speak,
I hurry off the bus as shame reaches it's peak.

A light rain begins to fall as I look up to the sky,
And I collapse onto my knees, I have made the Lord cry,
I plead for his forgivness and now my own tears flow,
As a spirit appears smiling and beckons me to follow.
She leads me to a station but now the voices have returned,
I'm trembling uncontrollably and people have gathered all concerned,
They're frantic words are muffled by a more sinister sounding tone,
Demanding that I end my life, for in this world I'm all alone.

The spirit leaves my side as I enter the station,
Now knowing my fate, no more hesitation,
I shiver as I hear the low steady rumble,
Down the last step, onto the platform I stumble.
Up to the forbidden, hazardous yellow line,
A warning sounds, it's just in time,
"Now" scream the voices, and in front of the train,
I jump at last and end my pain.

x-Bliss-x