schizodefective

The enthralling tales of a lost dilettante.

Some words call Some words maul Some words stall And some words fall On deaf ears And some grow tall

Words flow like a river Words grow like trees Some words will last forever Some will spread like disease Some words die Some words try Some words cry Some words barely hang by And some words fly Some words take wing and reach the sky

Some words burn brighter than the sun Some words stun Some more dangerous than a gun And some words just want to have fun Some words we shun Some words we tell to everyone

Some words are sad Some words are bad Some are ramblings And some are mad Some words rhyme And some just pad

Some words are negative And some are positive Some are sedentary And some are evocative Some words are passive And some are provocative

Words have dynamics and state Words have charge and weight Words have momentum we can appreciate A property we can’t properly estimate Words have energy we can debate Words have property and trait Words have gravity Words can alter fate

Imagine a universe made of letters Where the molecules represent words Adjectives, verbs, and nouns All chained in neatly cords Imagine their laws of physics Imagine their atomic bonds

Imagine two stars colliding And merging down their meanings Imagine a blackhole’s gravity Sending a prose careening

Imagine letter peptides Recombining, hydrolysing Imagine complex reactions Imagine life arising Imagine little meanings Oxidising, ionising Competing for resources Minimising, maximising Imagine tiny phrases Evolving and specialising Then forming complex proses Fighting and organising

Into your words You breathe new life Words are alive ‘Doodad’ and ‘wife’ It matters not for which you speak Harmony… or strife

#poetry #poem #akaretardedmusingsofatroubledmind

I’m evil and twisted That’s how I roll No such evil ever existed I’m outta control I egg cars with remote control I evade any cops on patrol One day I’ll trap them With an artificial black hole For now I’ll stick with my RC mole I play the evil guy in any RPG On PC or on an evil console I evicted Santa out of the north pole On that message board I troll And when I got banned ‘cuz I’m on parole Then I made a new account and went for more

I’m an evil genius With plans to rule the universe All my plans ingenious With results adverse

I aim to dim the stars I’ll steal a bucket of paint And Elon’s rocket to Mars.

But I need funding for my plans So to begin with, I’ll sell children Boxes of toy cigars

I will break the sun I will steal the moon I will make you run I will make you swoon

Wait, wait. That was a joke Please don’t ban me again I swear my keyboard broke

#stupid #random #poetry

تعمل ايه لو كل لحظة كل همّك الإنتحار؟ تعمل ايه لو كل فكرة كل خاطر, كل نظرة كانت بتحكى عن فِرار؟ تعمل ايه لو أىّ كلمة حد قالها فى يوم وغار كلمة أهبل, ملهش لزمة سببتلك الإنكسار؟ تعمل ايه لو أى نسمة أو هواء وعمل تيار فكرك ب عمارة عالية ويوم هتاخد فيه قرار؟ يوم يتسدّ فيه طريقك يوم مفيش أيّ إختيار يوم حتمسح فيه في دمعة مفيهوش إجابة ولا إستفسار يوم بدايته أكيد هتبقى كُحل أسود و إنهيار يوم شيطانك فيه هيكسب يوم نهاية الإنحدار يوم هتضعف, يوم حتخسر يوم وعارفه أكيد هييجي يوم دمار

#شعر #عربى #بالعاميه

عفاريت واسياد وجنّ ودجل و كلام يجنّ وحجاب وعلم أوفاق وحاجات تجيب فتاق ليه دايما اللى شايف حاجة وشايفها واحده ليه فاكر اللى شايفه مش وهم من جوارحه؟ ليه دايما كلّه واثق ان بصره صحيح؟ ليه معندوش اى شكوك ان عقله جريح؟ عقلك ده ممكن يخدعك و يتوّهك و يصربعك وكل وهم تشوفه حيدربكك و يضيّعك لو شفت شئ غريب و خارج عن العادة متقولش ده عفريت عايزين بخور زيادة لا اللى انت شايفه ده بيسموه Illusion وحيوديك فى داهية ويزيد في ال Confusion فكك من جهل الناس وخلط ف مفاهيم الدين عمره ما قال عفاريت محتاجة سيم حتى ف عصر الرسول مجاش ولا حديث عن ناس لبسها جن وجابولها شيخ حثيث عشان يولّع عود ويهمهم كلمتين يطلّع الموعود ويعالجه ف خطوتين خلاص عفريت وطلع من صباع الرجل الكبير بس اوعى تغنى تانى فى الحمام ده شئ خطير احا يا شعب تافه بيصدق العبط كل الاجانب برة بيغنوا و ده غلط؟ امال عايشين ازاى مش لابسهم جن ليه؟ الجن تجيلنا بس واشمعنا احنا وليه؟ واللى راح لدكتور نفسى عشان شاف حاجة غريبة ليه ببرشامة اختفت والله حاجة عجيبة

#شعر #عربى #بالعاميه

Lost. Dreaming Scrapped. Screaming Calling Soaring Falling Stalling Survived Broken Start crawling Slow and arduous Progress stalling Move. Stop recalling Bad memory. Mauling Entry deleted Quite appalling Stand upright Damaged, ignoring Systems restoring Process, boring This unit is no longer Designated for hauling It’s time to find A new calling

إستحضرت الشيطان فسألنى، عَمّا أريد مقابل ان أبيع روحى؟ فى لحظة وجْدُ وجدتنى أطلُب، ما أنقصه، حبُّ يداوى جروحى. طلبت أن يجعلنى أتقى المؤمنين، أن يُذهب الشك و يوقف جنوحى، و أن يعمر قلبى باليقين، وحب صرف لرب العالمين.

وحين أيقن الشيطان أن الطلب، ليس بمزاح وليس بمَقْلب، توقف عن الضحك ثم شَخَرَ، بركان من خَشَمُه انفجر، فلّ الحديد والحجر، إقتلع جذور الشجر، و قال “قد أخطأ من ذكر، إسم الإله فى حضرتى، فالإسم ذاته إن ذُكر، قد ذهبت معه قوّتى.”

#شعر #عربى #poetry

What if superposition was an optimisation, to defer computation? What if you needed cognition to survive, for any time or duration.

What if reality shifts and blurs, if we don't look hard and stare? What if the past occurs, when we actually check what's there? What if measurement incurs, a lazy evaluation? What if every act spurs, a further escalation?

What if the universe is always in flux, and superposition? What if its only resort and the crux is evolving cognition?

What if we're the threads that bind reality together? What if this whole world can't be, without our tether?

We observe the world through light and sound. We always touch things and look around. We observe the sun through her light. We observe the stars throughout the night.

What if the universe needs curiosity? What if it wants us to gain velocity? What if it wants us out, amongst the stars? What if it wants us there, beyond Mars?

What if we're the glue, and we're the witness? What if we're the flu, to cure the sickness? What if we're the crew, to patch the weakness? What if we're the clue, it needs to fix this?

Suicide doesn't end the pain It just passes it down To the next link in the chain And in loss they drown

But you have to understand Life gives no quarter Every time you try to stand It just breaks you harder

So what's there to do? When it gets much darker? When I'm feeling blue? When I can't deal and barter?

What's there to do When I'm torn to pieces? When I'm split in two And the pressure increases?

I don't want this burden To fall through to you I don't want this cycle To begin with you anew

When my cowardice defeats me And I can't make it through Tell me how to make it… Make it up to you.

رأيت الشمس تبكى والقمر يغمض عيونه كي لا يرى ولو أوتيت البصر فقد أرى الزهرة تضرب المشتري كواكب تقتل بعضها ونجوم تشكي للثَّرَى

Welcome to the digital dimension Where you're an offset in a bitfield You're just another dandelion Inside a bottle, sealed Flying by where the wind takes you Dangling from a fishing line, reeled There is no way of ascension Even if the truth is revealed

Kill the process, burn the world End existence, of eons untold They're all events, all controlled By a seed value, foretold It's time to end it, to start anew Pick another value from the queue A random seed that you can't construe 'Cause that seed value makes… you

Tick tock tick, and time goes by One step at a time, and it does fly But that's just your perception Of a time continuum you can't defy

What if time is stretchy, like a sponge? I know it sounds a bit sketchy, but take the plunge What if it's all happening real slow? One event at a time, it might flow

What if your reality is interleaved? What if real-time is cut and cleaved? What if all realities conceived Are running on a single CPU? What if all it took to make you Was God's version of a TI-82?

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