Chase McQuade
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I have had an awakening through schizophrenia. Here are some of the poems and stories I have had to help me through it. Please enjoy!
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November
The seasons end with November. She comes when I fail to remember the ones who came before her. The first touch is like the impression of winter beginning at autumns end. First there was summer and then the changes end. She speaks to me while the leaves have fallen and the snow has just began it's beginning. Her touch shocks me to a frost of resolution different to the warm embrace of others fallen. To her I choose to rest through the winters sleep. Towards spring in my heart I do keep. November comes and I listen to the breath inside me which I do keep. Her hair colored but highlighted white my soul shines twice as bright. I keep her near to keep me warm but she receives my heart adorn with her beauty. December falls but she reminds me of the fall. I wit to see the snow melt to reveal what she has kept. A secret between lovers through the cold night only to blossom at springs first light. October dies without her notice while the hallowed eve of fright passes. Her kiss wakes me before winters slumber long enough so that I stay aware of love in winter.
By Chase McQuade4 years ago in Poets
The Pool of your Eyes, The Fool before Beauty
The Pools of Your Eyes. The Fool before Beauty. I have finally seen through to you and you to me. Our thoughts now shape each other into something that begins a life of its own. Our minds met and I found you daring. You looked at me and found me surrendering. I lived this life without you for so long that I forgot how simple it is to fall for someone. This rope I’ve been holding with one knot on its end has held me up forever. My arms were never realized as being so weakened by these feet and it is with these arms that you strengthen. These arms command me to do nothing but hold you for its all they know how to to. This time for someone else as I bring to you my everything. I bring to you all of my strengths and weaknesses but in your light I leave myself out. Use them to your liking they have never held something so precious. They know this from their frailty but know something else that has been forgotten. I have reached into this fountain so many times as the water fell through my fingers for the last time as yours held mine to drink.
By Chase McQuade4 years ago in Humans
