Paranoia Poems
Checkmate
by Lauren Tilley
I am a disaster,
Wallowing in self pity.
Delusions strong,
Paranoia in overdrive,
I am stalemate.
Stagnant.
Watching life pass
And I cannot move.
No dreams nor nightmares,
Lite hurts.
......
Inside voices
by Sarah Abdulla
“Shhh, don’t speak”, she whispers
in my ear, the sound of her words
so sharp they pierce my ears.
“They’ll know what to take if you speak”,
she tells me, but I have chosen to
ignore her cautious words.
There is a salty taste in my mouth,
watery drops spilling from my
eyes, I’m crying.
The voices are taunting me
......
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.
beholding
by Alexander Palmer
ceaseless watcher, behold your triumph,
apathetic eyes prying into weary flesh,
the beholding, isn't it an accurate name?
you have seized what little I had left.
and as I step onto the street,
I feel them stare into my every thought,
every dark impulse, every light deceit,
all this and more finally, horribly caught.
......
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
Inside voices
by Sarah Abdulla
“Shhh, don’t speak”, she whispers
in my ear, the sound of her words
so sharp they pierce my ears.
“They’ll know what to take if you speak”,
she tells me, but I have chosen to
ignore her cautious words.
There is a salty taste in my mouth,
watery drops spilling from my
eyes, I’m crying.
The voices are taunting me
......
Tea of poison
by F O
Paranoia, oh lost friend,
Come back to me,
And we'll have a tea of poison or two
As we fall in the void of nothingness,
You and I we'll shiver with emptiness,
For Paranoia makes me cry,
but today she's going to make me pry
As you tell me how I'm falling apart
I'll tell you, honey, I've only just started,
this train wreck is so much more to come
......
Checkmate
by Lauren Tilley
I am a disaster,
Wallowing in self pity.
Delusions strong,
Paranoia in overdrive,
I am stalemate.
Stagnant.
Watching life pass
And I cannot move.
No dreams nor nightmares,
Lite hurts.
......
beholding
by Alexander Palmer
ceaseless watcher, behold your triumph,
apathetic eyes prying into weary flesh,
the beholding, isn't it an accurate name?
you have seized what little I had left.
and as I step onto the street,
I feel them stare into my every thought,
every dark impulse, every light deceit,
all this and more finally, horribly caught.
......
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.
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