Korsakoff's Syndrome

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i've got

stereoscop

ic vision

and

so

do

you!



let us put it to good use, my friend



and



what would happen if you tried to write normally, and not in some slow series of progressing thoughts? lord knows. i wonder what my threshold is. are the seizures coming? it's graying out. good bye, prism.

when everything is equalized, when no one event could spark any more interest than that taken in watching grass grow, are you absent then? no ups or downs, we're balanced. haha, right.



inner narrative. personal narration of one's mindinside.

a continuation? i suppose there are a lot of people who worry

about waking up and thinking in an entirely

alien manner

soul swapping, in essence







i'm not worried. were that to happen, well, it wouldn't bother me much.

i'm certain it has happened, but old parts are still partially intact



to fully comprehend a movement

before it occurs.. oh,





oh ho ho

what wonderfully

farcical

confabulations you're able to create, friend. the shattered mind. is the artist?

no no

sometimes structure entertains people

but certain ones are no longer able

to extract pleasure from the realistic,

nothing with skeletons

they're very passionate, yes

and very stupid as well

quite stupid



you've got to work with whatever you have

no confabulating.

face value





please  

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I have read your entire portfolio

I am astounded and amazed at your words...such passion does not wane, with its conviction, Your poetry does not deteriorate with age, or become less justified. To be true, your talent dwarfs my own. You are one of best young poets I’ve read in such a long time…

stay safe
be happy
Peace
Dylan


"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"

Dylan Eliot

schizophasia's picture

This is a kind statement

But here I am now, post-college bound -- reflecting back -- I just don't see the appeal. I just don't understand why I wrote these things. Perhaps I did wake up thinking in an entirely alien manner one day. Six years isn't even that long, all in all. What bizarre creation conjured up THOSE thoughts?

Thank you for the compliments, friend. Don't put yourself down. Keep on keepin' on, keep on truckin', keep on writin', et cetera ad infinitum.
---Lindsay