This poem was written by a schizophrenic man I met in jail. I would see him writing and he loved reading me what he wrote. When I was released, he gave me a few pages from his notebook. Here’s one of them. NOTE: I copied the grammar and punctuation exactly as he wrote it in pencil.

Today is a bright day it’ll –

i’ll make it a blessing i’m

black, and wonder GOD do

i still have a family do i.

Temptations of Satan.

Earth, sun, and moon.

Love the ways out.

Love the way in.

Sunny I love you II Men

David How you living Biggie

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Dear David

David does not run

He knows he’s in big trouble

He knows he’ll never be free again

Reaching in his pocket, he grabs the gun

Slides the barrel into his mouth

Cold steel against chattering teeth

Pulls the trigger

Goodbye, David, I hope to see you soon.

Amelia, Young Amelia


You could dance like the seasons

and sing like the angels

A head full of imagination with princesses and princes

wizards and witches, giants and goblins

I was late to your recital that night

but it didn’t matter, you wouldn’t be there

My Amelia

Didn’t you learn never to talk to strangers?

What did the devil say before he took you?

Did he promise a wish?

You could’ve never known

I made a thousand wishes you had

Because maybe then you’d still be here today

and I wouldn’t have found you buried beneath the snow

I remember cradling you in my arms for the first time

I’ll never forget the last

Your face a sheet of white with a tint of blue

The tears stuck to your face

I still held you close and played with your hair

Winter had betrayed you

But I can still hear you in my dreams

the voice of an angel

I still hear you baby girl, I still do