Best Disorientation Poems

Somethings are best 
said through blank
scriptures in sheer 
silence, but pulling the 
violin strings of
a poet strumming
to personify pain, 
with tempests of 
torment rushing 
through thin veins,
would only widen
twisted tunnels for
ink to bleed in 
vermilion lines of 
broken thunder. 
For these lungs have
long thickened
from scraps...

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You have raided my night again,
as the burst of a sudden storm,
sneaking into my loneliness,
at the most unexpected hour,
plunging me into swirls of pain
too deep for expression,
leaving me in utter disorientation.

I now drift aimless with muddled thoughts,
through the dingy avenues of the past,
never once able...

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My distant spirit is dying, 
disheartened, disintegrating and self deprecating.
Defenceless, as hope disappears,
emotionally shipwrecked in deep waters,
yet to be discovered. 

In the sadness of sentimental sighs,
silence is the sinister sister of separation. 

Abandoned in an abode of unfairness,
my heart shimmers creating a crepuscular crescent,
emanating into...

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At times, I let disorientation-exercise to be on the loose
Allowing mind toward relaxation-muse 
Imagining bursting colors of varied hues
Creating designs from beauty-clues
Brightly transforming frustration blues.

Awesome kaleidoscopic moment
Grasped me in radiant engagement
Beholding varied wonderment
Bringing joyous amazement
Midst functional “disorientation” involvement. 

When viewed at another perspective
Disorientation means “You’re...

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Jamais vu, do I live here
I'm unfamiliar, is that my door
I know so much about this place
Or does it know me, is that my face
The words I speak I ponder on
Has the meaning upped and gone
Have I intoned and made it strange
Thought too deeply, out...

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I’m racing down flights of stairs.
More and more of them appear
as I search for something recognizable.
I run back up them 
and then to the opposite side of the building.
The room I want – wasn’t it on the northeast side?
But it’s not there. 

After what seems...

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She sits by herself in the dayroom
absent-mindedly taking her med,
her head is a blank, she knows nothing,
braceleted, brought to her bed.

Sedation has settled her nightmares
and delivered her safe from her fears,
but who are these strangers with clipboards,
where'd she come from, and why is she here?

She's...

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Sent in a vision, to aerial views
You send me thus, burnt into the blue
in a panic of upside, of right side, of down
You palpitate ozones and spin me around
The land is a span to be pierced, flying higher
The sky is my foothold to walk undesired
while...

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Disorientated means spinning spiral
you feel your life out of control.
Disorientated sounds like weeping late nights
when you know you can't fix what was messed up.
Disorientated feels like an elephant sitting on your chest
when you are doing everything to escape and improve.
Disorientated smells like burnt popcorn
when you...

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Themed distractions, affairs a boulevard,
as elbowed are divided from their minds.
Aloof, queues succeed a ship calling card,
as untrained get on, moons all exit signs.

The General Slocum, dressed to the nines
--churchgoers being passengers adorned.
Petite girls, bulky boots-dresses confines,
a spark burning as the captain is warned.

Crew-covered ears...

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Drunk in love, red wine, a celebration
turquoise touch, my mind disorientation
losing track of teal time, in your embrace
racing heart of mine, in chocolate kiss taste

Fill me like a teacup, keep me hot
Imbalanced in love, ashamed I am not
I am a glutton for your amber attention
Push...

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DISORIENTATION 

                
              Me always disoriented both in real life and in dream land.
   ...

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The mist sits heavily on my brain
Scrambled thoughts swim in the rain
No maps or even a road sign
Feet straddling the wavy line 

Dragging around my heavy heart 
Internal quakes tears me apart 
Sticky webs drench my skin 
I lust and yearn to just sin 

Mirrors...

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What becomes of crazy mixed up kids fifty years on?
They become crazy mixed up elderly he-goats.
I am in part a Protestant,
In part I am a Jew,
But then I am a Catholic,
on off-days an atheist, too.
I’m something of a socialist
and pay my union dues
from well-laundered Mafia...

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Deep in dust
Lost in the swamp
Drowned by the heavy wind
Left alone to the dark
Left side, there's no hope
And no papa's touch

Then who?

Molded and melted in the truck of hope
And crying to be embraced in Mama's arm
There's no pleasure, there's no pleasure

Lost to the days 
Gold...

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