20 Poems About Schizophrenia

Below are 20 poems about my psychotic episodes.  They are tales that have haunted my mind for years.  Schizophrenia is a terrifying illness that is both traumatic and tragic for those inflicted.  These poems tell the story of millions.

Blast Off To Insanity read by Dan Hoeweler

Blast Off To Insanity
By Dan Hoeweler

They say I am mad
That I am evil
And creepy
That my genes are corrupted
And my brain is deformed
That my actions are freaky
That my behavior is not the norm

They then ask me the question
“Sir why are you this way?”
I tell them as such:
“A genetic predispisation
An environment unsound
The reasons for madness
Don’t matter to me
For I believe
In the world
Of impossibility”

Wacko Schizo
Psycho and nuts
Call me whatever
I don’t mind
For I can escape
To a strange world
And leave you behind.

I’ve seen places from hell
with fires and flames
Of torture and madness
It’s name is taboo
Psychosis, psychosis
Does it scare you?

Madness, Madness
A self destruct button
That I pressed
Years ago
To blast off on a mission
To a planet
Where the aliens are free
To play with
My memories

Here things are different
Many say they are strange
Here it’s the “normals”
That are deranged
If you want to be different
If you want to be free
From logic and reason
Then come and meet me
On this strange planet called
Insanity

Poetry Reading of Parallel Universes

Parallel Universes
By Dan Hoeweler

The universe I live in
Is different than yours
I will show you some day
And you will believe
In places
Where death stalks all
Where trickery takes place
Where deception is king
Where demons rule
Where everything is cruel

I came here one day
Through a black hole
Called Knowledge
And viewed the world
In a different light
When traveling through
I saw the demons
That rule everything
Everwhere
All the time

I see them here
In this parallel universe
That you cannot see
That you cannot hear

They can see
Those that are not blind
They track everyone
Who can see the light
They control me
They hear me
They see all

I want to be ignorant again
Just like you
But poisoning my mind
With strange pills
Which brainwash me
Will not let
Me be free

I wish I was blind
And could not see
This world is a curse
To everything
That I breathe

One day you may discover
This parallel world
And find yourself in
A lot of trouble
With demons
That see and hear
Everything that you do
With voices
That will torment you

Stay away from the voices
Stay away from the light
Don’t listen to them
Don’t think they exist
They will lead you here
Where I am now
With voices
And demons that I fear

Stay ignorant please
Forever more
Or the demons will come
And take your soul

Poetry Reading of The Demon

The Demon
By Dan Hoeweler

Who is that man
That I see
Who is that man
That watches me
You look suspicious
And very strange
Stop staring at me
As if your deranged

I look at you
You glare me
I begin to see
Your murderous spree
I’m onto you
I see your hate
As you walk towards me
I stand and wait
I see your eyes
They are red
Demon of Lucifer
You want me dead

An angelic voice
Speaks to me
From a place
I can not see
“There is no mercy
There is only hate
For you my friend
This is your fate.”

The Psychotic Madman That Does Nothing
By Dan Hoeweler

Welcome to the horror show
Come step up you freaks
And watch the psycho rant and rave
About crazy things in his crazy world
Watch, see, listen then
Fear
Fear
Fear
For your life

Is this psychotic lunatic freaking you out?
Perhaps you should call the police
And report the lunacy that you hear:
“A madman is on the loose
Writing poems
I am scared Officer.”

Probate me
Lock me up
People like me
Don’t deserve our freedom

Afterwards
Slash my tires
Rob my house
Vandalize my car
Then call me dangerous

What would you do
If we were neighbors?
Would you fear for your life?
Would I be the boogeyman next door?
Would you fear for your kin?

The media has brainwashed you
Into fearing me
So be scared
Be very, very afraid
While I do nothing
Nothing
Nothing
and more nothing

Torture yourself
Stay up at nights and
Keep the lights on
While I do nothing
Nothing
Nothing
And more nothing

Fear for your family
Fear for your wife
Fear for your safety
Fear for your life
While I do
Absolutely nothing

Psychosis
By Dan Hoeweler

Running from
A wicked thought
Thinking of
A deadly plot
Seeing and touching
It again
Fleeing fighting
Free me my friend

Thinking thoughts
That it eats
Making it stronger
Making me meek.

An idea begins
A deadly game
Of cat and mouse
That I believe is sane
Help my friend
Save me again
From the beast
Who wants to feast

The C.I.A.
By Dan Hoeweler

They like to peep
And watch
And See
And hide
And scheme
And listen
To me.

Their devices
And cameras
Lie under my skin
Their Spies
And Wiretaps
Can find me
Again

Secrets and plots
And nefarious men
Seeking me out
Wherever they can
Creeping around
Without a sound
Help me, my friend

Audio Recording of My Psychiatrist

My Psychiatrist
By Dan Hoeweler

My psychiatrist is a C.I.A. Agent
I know this to be true
You’d better watch out
He may be watching you

He poisons me daily
By giving me pills
That cloud my mind
And make me ill

His cameras spy
On my every move
As I try to flee
And escape from their view

He likes to trick me
Since I know a lot
About his plans
And his sneaky plot

I know he knows
That I know the truth
That my Psychiatrist’s a CIA agent
That is sneaky and sleuth

Rosemary
By Dan Hoeweler

Demon, Demon
Beast of night
Thing of nightmares
That have taken flight
Your voices of terror
And fiends of fright
Horrify me daily
Both day and night

Beastly beast
don’t gravitate my way
Else ye find yourself a carcass
On the road towards Hades

The light shines above me
Justice shall prevail
Your demons will fall
Into fiery hell

I then take my knife
And slay the beast
Till it soon lie dead
For the rats to feast

Falling to the floor
It bleeds
And coughs and gasps
Then reaches towards me
And tearfully says,
“Dan, stop please
I am no fiend but friend
I am neither demon
nor beast
But your lady
Once wed.”

The Hiding Spot
By Dan Hoeweler

Rationality eludes me.
My mind is free
to turn my imagination
into a reality.

I hear aliens
from electronics in my brain
they are trying to steal
a mind that was sane

And so I hide,
From their peering eyes,
As they sit in a spaceship,
High in the sky.

Their technology knows,
That I am here,
as I quiver and groan,
In fright and fear.

Crazy Sheep
By Dan Hoeweler

Crazy Sheep, Crazy Sheep, have you lost your way?
I am not lost,
just living my own life,
In a different kinda style,
Of which others might think twice.

Crazy Sheep, Crazy Sheep, on which planet are you now?
Living in a different world,
Of which others cannot see,
Where I am a sane person,
And thinking rationally.

Crazy Sheep, Crazy Sheep, why don’t you shape up?
I like to do and see,
Things that others don’t.
So there is nothing wrong with me,
Stop it and please hush, hush.

Crazy Sheep, Crazy Sheep, have you gone insane?
Please don’t call me names,
It is not very nice,
or this may get real ugly,
Don’t make me warn you thrice.

Crazy Sheep, Crazy Sheep your mind is a mess.
Ha, Ha you are so funny,
But I warn you please play nice,
I’m getting very angry,
You may soon pay a price.

Crazy Sheep, Crazy Sheep, How do you sleep at night,
Knowing that you are crazy,
And others flee from you in fright.
You may think it’s funny,
Pushing me around,
You had better be cautious,
Or you may not be found.

Crazy Sheep Crazy Sheep I’m laughing at you now,
Your mother is so ugly,
You hair is filled with lice,
Your father is in prison
Your house is filled with mice.

Crazy Sheep, Crazy Sheep, Stop kicking and biting me,
I only wanted to tease you,
Please let me flee.

The Death Of Reverend Paranoia
By Dan Hoeweler

Dear Reverend Paranoia why do you force me to see,
a world that I cannot flee.
Dear Reverend Paranoia why do you tell,
of a world from the depths of hell.
I will blast you with pills,
till you cry with shrills.

You will battle me with voices,
till I shriek from those noises.
You preach me confusion,
and a horrible illusion.
I listen to your delusion, and your false solution,

You think you will win,
but instead will pay for your sin,
of sending your ploys,
to a man who receives many joys,
from destroying your noise.

And so you will die,
by a man who will not cry,
from your visions and might,
and your cowardly fight.

The Thought Thieves
By Dan Hoeweler

I think a thought
Of which they take
They create an idea
Which is fake

An idea that was mine
A thought that was fine
A heavenly vision
On a mission

They take them so boldly
And kill them solely
To enslave and control me
And trick and fool me

I’m starting to think too much
They know it now
I feel my memory
Being erased somehow

What was I saying?
How am I here?
Who am I speaking to?
This is so queer.

Monsters read by Dan Hoeweler

Monsters
By Dan Hoeweler

There is a world
Beyond our own
Where monsters live
Waiting for me
I know they are real
For I live in their world
And not in yours

They say that monsters
Don’t exist
But I have seen them
From inside my brain
Feeding
Feeding
Am I insane?

Transfering thoughts
Reading my mind
Inserting ideas
Inside my head
These monsters are evil
I wish
Them dead

Monsters exist
You may not see them
But I am like a ghost
Wandering this earth
Till I die
And am given second birth

They are all around me
Like spirits in the night
But I am dead
And can see
That they exist
And cause me misery

To experience death
A thousand times
Before I die
Is a burden
Upon me
My soul is wary
And tired
And tortured
With pain
That no one
Can see

I am alone, sir
With monsters
Around me
I am alone, sir
Why are you
Mocking me?
I am alone, sir
With company
I am alone, sir
With monsters
That feed
on me

The Secret
By Dan Hoeweler

My mind
Is a blank canvas
On which I paint
Voices
And visions
Who speak of
My death
Daily

I converse
With them
They say:
“You are
Our prisoner
You are destined
To be
Our toy
We like to torture you
Everyday
In a way
That makes you
Mad
With anger
And hate
For the world”

I respond to the voices:
“Please
I do not hate
This world
I just wish that it would
Leave me be
And stop torturing me
With it’s villains
And voices
That it creates
Inside of my head
Which often say
To me
“I want you dead.”
“The voices
Which speak to you
Are not
Inside of your head
They are from villains
That serve the need
Of hiding secrets
And stealing thoughts
They perform necessary
Tasks
They are friends
And protectors
Of the world
Which you hate.”

“I am not a danger
To the world
I am a friend
To mankind
I only want everyone
To see
My world
It’s existence
Is a secret
To them
I have the key
To this fantasy world
Which they call madness”

“That world is a secret
It is the forbidden fruit
If you speak of it
We will destroy you
And lock you up
Inside of a cage
With a straight jacket on
If you scream of this world
It will fall on deaf ears
They will call you names
Like crazy and mad
They will lock you up
And never let you go
Till you are trained
To never speak
Your mind
Of this never-never land
That you see
I will teach the world
That this world
Is called
Insanity”

And so the voices win
Every year
Hiding this place
Which others cannot see
Through torture
Through madness
Only the chosen
Can see
The hell that lies
In this forbidden world
The greatest
Hidden
Secret of all

Buy This
By Dan Hoeweler

Hallucinations
And
Delusions
Be Jesus Christ
Or somebody else

Hear voices
Speak
And brag to your boss
That you have special
Powers
That he does not
Like invisibility
Or talking to
Your dog

This is not
The Fake
LSD
Bullshit
This is
The greatest
Show on earth
All Natural
Stuff

I know hearing voices
Isn’t the latest fad
It’s not on the
Hollywood “A” list
Yet
But once
I am on
Oprah
Or
Rickey Lake
Then things
Will start
To change

Afterwards
I will wear
A shirt
With a
“Got Voices”?
Logo
And
Take my Anti-psychotics
Only five days a week
So I can listen
To God
On the Sabbath
And find out
That I am
The Messiah
By Monday

The NSA
By Dan Hoeweler

I once had a vision
That the government was spying on me
And had tapped into my computer
While monitoring my phone calls
And tracking my whereabouts

I had a vision
Of nefarious government agents
Tracking
Remembering
And following
Everyone
Everywhere
All the time

I had a vision
And it ended up being true
Now that reality has seeped in
Everyone is schizophrenic

Thought Manipulators
By Dan Hoeweler

Thought Manipulators
Thought Controllers
Thought Deceivers
And Thought Receivers

My thoughts are not yours
To steal
My memories are not yours
To erase
My existence is not yours
To terrorize
My beliefs are not yours
To control

I am free
To think and choose
Don’t come near me
I am not yours

You Are Welcome Here
By Dan Hoeweler

Welcome to the madhouse
We don’t discriminate
We think you are great

Welcome to the madhouse
Our asylum is growing
There is plenty room in here

Welcome to the madhouse
The world is crazy
Why not catch it’s disease

Welcome to the madhouse
We are the new normal
We are your new friends

Welcome to the madhouse
The special place
For special people

Welcome to the madhouse
Drive yourself crazy
Then join our club

Welcome to the madhouse
We are recruiting
Don’t be left out

Welcome to the madhouse
A vacation away from normal
A new place to call home

Welcome to the madhouse
A fun club
For fun people

Welcome to the madhouse
Take lots of pills
Take them for free

Welcome to the madhouse
Just call your doctor
And get your ticket in

Welcome to the madhouse
Step up
And step in

The World Beyond
So I sit here
Alone in the dark
Seeing things
That are apart
From reality and space
Thinking of
A deadly place
I hope you see
The things I do
Then you will finally
Have a clue
About myself
And the
The things
Without a name

I exist
In a far off place
People and places
Beyond our realm
Neither known
Nor fathomed
Except in hell

My senses are heightened
My hearing in tune
My imagination
Is beyond
Mortals like you

Logic dictates
Certain facts
Reason tells mankind
Don’t think that

So many Ideas
That I have been denied
I have escaped
I don’t know how
Now I exist
In metaphysical thought
The place beyond
Where thought becomes all

The universe is infinite
And so am I
Come to
The church of truth
Which Is now
Open for all
Meet me there
And you will see
There is no madness
Only blindness

You may not believe
But I will show you how
By guiding you through
To the other side
You will see
This world of other
And know
That you have always been blind

Then you will be called
A loony
A madman
A wacko
But at last know
The reality
That the world
We live in
Is mostly unknown

For our senses
Deny us the truth
That we
Are never
Alone

Voices in the Night
By Dan Hoeweler

Voices, voices in the night
I hear you speaking
About my plight

“Going to have fun
My puppet my toy
As I steal your thoughts
As I play with your head
I’m eager to feed
As you lie in bed”

Voices please
Stay away
I don’t want trouble
This very day

“I am here
To play with your soul
As you listen to me
You are under my control
My voices come
From within
The device I implanted
Under your skin”

Voices, voices
Threatening me
I beg and plea
Let me be

“An idea can begin
A deadly game
Of cat and mouse
That is insane
Think hard now
At the thought
In your head
Now run for your life
Or just be dead”

Voices, voices
Don’t unleash the beasts
That chase after me

“It’s too late my friend
They are after you
You’d better hurry
They know where you are
So run along
Or you won’t get far

The Confessions of My Paranoia read by Dan Hoeweler

The Confessions Of My Paranoia
By Dan Hoeweler

I am the one that follows you
I am the one that knows your thoughts
I am the one that you cannot hide from
I am the one with secret plots

I am the one who tapped your phone
I am the one who whispers in your ear
I am the one who you talk to
I am the one who brings you to tears

I am the one that made you a leper
I am the one that made you feared
I am the one that made you beg
I am the one whose always near

I am the one who stole your wife
I am the one who stole your job
I am the one who stole your home
I am the one who possessed your life

Yours Forever,
Your Paranoia

You Don’t Know Me
By Dan Hoeweler

I am not that thing
On your television screen
That searches for victims
In the night

Is that what you think of me?
A madman gone bad
A badman gone wild
A wild man on the loose

Maybe if we met and talked
You would find out
That I am vegetarian
That I can program in C
That I am a nerd who likes Star Wars
And a computer instructor

Instead you see
A man once gone mad
Who used to hallucinate
And hear voices
Who am I?
How would you know

The Monsters on TV
By Dan Hoeweler

I am a decent human
Or so I thought
Until the news told me
That I am a
Schizophrenic nut
Gone mad
Destined to be
Soulless and bad

That’s why I decided to turn off the news
And think instead
About the things that matter
Instead of listening to the propaganda
On my TV
Televised stupidity
That doesn’t represent me
Take me away
From that insanity

The Computer Virus in My Head read by Dan Hoeweler

The Computer Virus in my Head

Information scrambled into irregular bits and bytes
Are being downloaded into my mind
Corrupting the input/output
Regulator that has given me
Balance throughout time
These corrupt data points
Are a source of angst for my
Central Processing Unit
A source of logic
That has gone mad
And is now creating
Dysfunctional data
Scrambled information
Malignant viruses
And corrupt logic
Inside my head

7 Replies to “20 Poems About Schizophrenia”

  1. These poems are deep. My favorite poem was ” You don’t Know Me”. I haven’t been fond of poetry until i read these. I have a new genre i like to read. Thank you

  2. Thank you for your poetry. It’s more than that to me. My son has been diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder bipolar mania. I’m trying to understand what he’s dealing with and why he hates me sometimes. I don’t think I can but for some reason you’re poetry makes it not so lonely for me.

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