The Colours of Schizophrenia

By David Holloway

The Colours of Schizophrenia is a reflection of a life journey through mental illness. These poems navigate through the mind, emotional state of recovery with a fresh vision of the soul. The poems depict the rage between reality, and the savage character of paranoid schizophrenia. Written in partnership with SEPT (NHS).

• Language: English
• Publisher: David Holloway
• Release date: Sep 14, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465844897

David Holloway

David Holloway is a writer/blogger/Internet programer, recovering from paranoid schizophrenia. He has a degree in sport and physical education from university. He is a member of Infinite 29, a group of creative minds who express their attitudes and beliefs through art. He loves to express himself through art, and poetry.

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(Copyright 2011) David Holloway

THE COLOURS OF

SCHIZOPHRENIA

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THE COLOURS OF

SCHIZOPHRENIA

THE CONTENTS

CHAPTER 1 Passion

CHAPTER 2 Passages of Life

CHAPTER 3 Puzzles

CHAPTER 4 Emptiness

CHAPTER 5 Metamorphosis

CHAPTER 1

Passion

Painted Roses

A rose need not be beautiful,

she simply is. She has the sensuality

of elegance and subtle curiosity.

Her petals are vulgar and romantic

as she envelops the sensual

centre of the eye. Her thorns are

exotic and raw like the emotions

that she draws from the crowd.

But a painted rose is different — her

petals are unique. She is quirky and

does not fit the mould; her curves

and twirls are meant for an

alternative God — one who loves

to cast doubt on human thoughts.

Kissed Her Cheek

She awoke in the

morning as the

birds began to sing.

A shard of light

was scattered by the

window pane as she

leaned over to

whisper 'I love you'.

There was no awkward

silence. Last night

was the first time we

had met. I dared not

touch her body,

or look at her

lustfully as

she lay in my bed,

naked and forlorn.

So I tenderly put

my hand in her