Paranoia Poems
Pied Piper
by Rukudzo Kachambgwa
beware the pied piper
he doesn't really care for your rodent problems
he really just wants to steal your kids
the mice, rats, and hamsters are just the perfect front he needs.
Storm on me
by Priyanka Roy
Storm on me
Uproot me from my depression
Let every tear roll down my body
Rinsing, washing out memories
In blotches
White paper boats, vying
crashing against my chest
of dripping honey
a heavy sigh
of inhibitions, paranoia,
......
Consistency
by Ellison Mane
Relentless in it's resistance
It has branded me.
Imbedded within;
It defines me.
Momentary lapses and
Optimism
Face-off in a battle for
Constance.
......
They know
by Aletheia Tinea
The eyes stare and creep out of the sockets, leap from the skulls. They fall to the floor, slime and goo running down the slouching cheeks from the black void abysses. The eyes still stare. Spring tiny feet, arachnids’ feet. Slowly, disjointedly crawling, slime trails behind them, towards me. All the colours, creeping closer, reaching for me. I run into a corner, close my lids, receding into myself, folding into where everything is dark, and nothing can reach. The shadows trick me into peeking. I look through my hair; one blue eye has reached my foot. Rooted, I want to squish it, but my will freezes and the screams scratch and rip my insides and tear my throat and pull apart my vocal chords but still the little blue eye creeps and crawls and climbs my leg with its furry little spider legs and it reaches my shoulder and whispers
I know
and the slime and goo slide up my cheek and the legs push my eye rolling it back into my head and the little blue eye climbs in the socket looking into my brain seeing everything and hating the ugliness almost as much as i do
Consistency
by Ellison Mane
Relentless in it's resistance
It has branded me.
Imbedded within;
It defines me.
Momentary lapses and
Optimism
Face-off in a battle for
Constance.
......
Storm on me
by Priyanka Roy
Storm on me
Uproot me from my depression
Let every tear roll down my body
Rinsing, washing out memories
In blotches
White paper boats, vying
crashing against my chest
of dripping honey
a heavy sigh
of inhibitions, paranoia,
......
Pied Piper
by Rukudzo Kachambgwa
beware the pied piper
he doesn't really care for your rodent problems
he really just wants to steal your kids
the mice, rats, and hamsters are just the perfect front he needs.
They know
by Aletheia Tinea
The eyes stare and creep out of the sockets, leap from the skulls. They fall to the floor, slime and goo running down the slouching cheeks from the black void abysses. The eyes still stare. Spring tiny feet, arachnids’ feet. Slowly, disjointedly crawling, slime trails behind them, towards me. All the colours, creeping closer, reaching for me. I run into a corner, close my lids, receding into myself, folding into where everything is dark, and nothing can reach. The shadows trick me into peeking. I look through my hair; one blue eye has reached my foot. Rooted, I want to squish it, but my will freezes and the screams scratch and rip my insides and tear my throat and pull apart my vocal chords but still the little blue eye creeps and crawls and climbs my leg with its furry little spider legs and it reaches my shoulder and whispers
I know
and the slime and goo slide up my cheek and the legs push my eye rolling it back into my head and the little blue eye climbs in the socket looking into my brain seeing everything and hating the ugliness almost as much as i do
