Best Deranged Poems
In a public washroom, can Kings ever be DEthroned?
When a cowboy moves to the city, is he DEranged?
Do photographers wishes sometimes DEvelop?
Are former famous models ever DEposed?
When a ship leave for the Caribbean, is it DEported?
Do lawyers sometimes sit on Defence?
When a man gets ready for bed, does he DEbrief?
If they drain the waterway around a castle, is it DEmoted?
When a male is castrated, is he DEmand?
When a scholar is sent back, is he DEgraded?
Can a lady of the streets ever be DElayed?
Do certain shampoos help you DEflect?
When a doctor withdraws a needle, is the patient DEjected?
Can a person survive without DEliver?
If you tear up an agreement, do you DEsign?
Can baseball player ever DEposition?
Ever seen a dog chasing DEtail?
If you lose your extra tire, do you DEspair?
Do manicurists sometimes DEfile
When a downpour stops, does it DEluge?
When a student leaves school, does he DEclassify?
Can someone's old clothing DEfray?
Does a coffin always contain a DElivered?
Can a movie star ever be DEfamed?
© Jack Ellison 2013
She plays the princess with her pink hair
the perfect life, no reason to care
but they don't know the pain she hides
all the heart ache she feels deep inside
the hurt and tears they all get locked away
the keys been thrown out so forever buried they'll stay
she'll put on a smile just as she's been shown
forever the "perfect" princess, sad and alone
Darkness falls and shadows fade
your words pierce through me
like the sharpest blade
the stars turn black as the light goes out
there is no more reason
to scream and shout
In my pain I call out for you
as the darkness surrounds me
I know that you feel it too
Corruption deceit and pain run though my vans. Life is always the same millions of people know my name. They treat my like a bad disease where ever i go. Persecution and judgement they place on me. I don't know why some people want me to die. I am a real nice guy really I am. I don't know why you wont make me your guy. I am the reason you live I am the reason you cry I am the reason you die. I must say I am the happiness of everyone's day. I know you don't see it that way. You need to change you vindictive ways. And make you life better for future day. I can change people in many ways. We don't know what the future holds. If the truth be told. I know you want me but to your vindictive ways you want to hold. Know one will ever understand me. What I have been through. All this pain and strife. No memories i can share. Just a gray haze lingers there. Nothing from my childhood i can remember. Guess that's why my heart is broken and tender. What a deranged life i live. Your love to me i wish you would give. If you can figure out this deranged life i live.
They all think they know her so well
they dont know that
behind her mask she secretly dwells
hiding all her pain and tears
its not a life
to have to live in constant fear
but in her mask she feels strong
gives her the power
to feel like she can go on
that and the creatures of the night
they make her feel
like she can win any fight
so forever in disguise she'll stay
forever being the Bat Girl
to this very day!
Mentally Deranged
Mentally Deranged;
He and whole world are estranged
Also disengaged.
Sound like some politician you might know?
Jim Horn
There was a lady
Who had a cream brimmed hat
That had and band with a little red
And a crown of black
Well she went out one day
Looking really fancy
In this hat
And red and gold earrings
But she didn’t wear her jewels on her ears
Because she was a little strange
She wore her earrings on her hat
Because like I said, she was a little deranged
See the "Deranged Woman's Hat" in TangeneNicole Etsy Store.
You come to me in fits and starts
Partly holding your golden hair
Then you back off like an engine torn apart
Bowing out because I wont back down
To your posse conditions
And the jealousy of your lover
We exchanged words called devotion
Love danging by the throat
And marched along in tongue tension
Still you tight rope your heart
Unable to make a decision, you hold apart
But all is forever laid bare
To live through love without a care
These people all around me who I thought I could trust
Questioning everyone and everything is now a must
I feel these things in my life are someone's big scheme
Or roof undercover project developed by a SWAT team
I don't understand what I did for this attention
It's not wanted, I can't live with all the tension
It's someone trying to make me go insane
I'm smarter than that, I know how to use my brain
People might believe my thoughts are deranged
I won't back down, my mind will be unchanged
I might not be so vocal but I know what I see
You're not that clever if you think you can out smart me
Just because you've had time to plan what you do
I'm not far behind getting ready to break through
Changing things that no conduct me will notice
Make people think I am really loaded
But keep messing with me and you will see
That I can be worse than a fuming banshee
When I come after you with the power of three
Everyone will hear you try and plea
When I get a hold of net I won't give and kind of mercy
After all the misery I've been through you're unworthy
Quakes are whistling through my Californian 9 acres of hills
Targeting all of the marked souls I have killed
Whispers of violence scream inside my hatred-prone heart
Infecting my cranium and pulling my body apart
Shadows possess my lifeless body in bits
When will the madness inside of me quit?
Eyes closed in despair as my fingers type out these words
To desperately get my world of madness to others finally heard
Paranoid and crazy I watch my windows and doors
To prevent anymore of this world's gore
Locking myself out of my own house in a deep shame
To counterattack Satan's plan to steal my name
Planning to steal my existence I wait
To bombard Satan with every ounce of this deranged hate
Banishing me from the world he wants so bad to overrule
Laughing hysterically at me for pulling my Tarot 'Fool'
Sinister secrets and a deeply dark haze
To never get through this insignificant maze
How dare goddamn Laura divorce him
After thirty years arduous pre dawn sacrifice
Menopause made her dismiss marriage on a whim
Told Rod he'd not have true love twice
Victim adamant to prove prowess
To construct his dazzling platform
Marina tower apartment, salesman finesse
Enamour for strawberry blonde, he'd perform
Abattoir visits supply excess meat
Too good to discard, soon crows found
Raw morsels upon sunny balcony heat
Slowly rotting, sixty metres above ground
Pleased frequenting feathered friends
Swoop hungry, hot tiles smeared in grease
While his platonic blonde sidestepping pretends
She's not ready to consummate their needs
Shimmer photoshoot illusion windswept strands
Whip her dazzled face in gold to behold
Pristine boat grid below, his meaty hands
Suddenly clamp her jugular, slowed blood cold
Duck egg irises fear increases, dance shoes slip
Held up by Rod's determination to murder
Strangled finally to submission in his sausage grip
Remote controlled bird saw and heard her
Floating microphone, struggled inhale caught
Quad propellers wing nimble, zoom eye snaps
Amor of flaxen haired dancer he sought
Filmed before her fatty floor collapse
Cocky Rod knows how to remove her corpse
Platonic blonde diced by cow carcass blade
Churns through her chaste, chest flesh warps
Chuck steak beak struck, friends caw unafraid
20th July 2022
Written for Contest: Start Sleuthing
Sponsor: Natasha L. Scragg
to the tune of Home on the Range
In the woods, in the gloam
There’s a muttering gnome
Like his mind, he’s wandered away
And he should be interred
Yes, the thought has occurred
But the jailers would not last a day
Big daddy’s deranged
He’s losing it more every day
He makes up strange words
And it all sounds absurd
But the kids do not care anyway
—————
Some of the many happy verses Vivian
was subjected to singing and walking in the woods.
along time ago u told me to stand my ground
but when i needed u the most you couldnt be found
16 years went by that i barely got to see your face
last time i heard from you u called me a disgrace
u brought me tears and hell threw out my life
and when i thought u had change i thought things will be alright
but again and again u stabbed me in the back
ur truely a monster and that is the fact
i pray and i pray that things will change
that maybe someday u will come back and stop being deranged
---written by Larissa Summitt
Dark eyes Crazyed at the same time .
them beautiful lies. cuting against your
mine dont deny you snort coke some time .
no family by your side .got sold to the blined guy
he looks about 35.you a pro fulltime,you where 9.
now with a deranged mind
I used to think I wasn't equipped to handle heartbreak,
But it seems like that's the only thing I'm good for as of late.
I'm not sure what changed or when all my walls came crashing down,
Leaving my heart vulnerable to my intrusive thoughts as they go round for round.
Forget a suit, have the blacksmith forge a heart of armor,
As I wait to see who delivers the final blow, causing their opponent to falter.
Calculated risks becoming flawless counters to gut feelings wrapped in luck,
A deranged game of chess, my thoughts the knight, my heart the hopeless rook.
A lose-lose situation defined by mental illnesses and past traumas that go hand in hand,
My head is filled with mixed thoughts and my heart with intrusive emotions that rendered me unable to take a stand.
Bed ridden by my self consciousness and lack of self esteem,
I utilize my resources and create worlds through my words that I know no one will read.
"Healthy" coping mechanisms are nothing but a glorified suggestion,
So I will continue to use metaphors and similes to help me handle my depression