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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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REMEMBER JACOB

what is normal?
i’m back to it
with my back
to the negativity
a smile securely
in place, in place of
the fog that was raging,
raging strong…
fighting me (how
do you...

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Yesterday,
when conscious slept,
anger was my shield,
fear my faithful sword.

When hatred contaminated my heart,
tears ached for tranquillity,
polluted in guilt from selfish greed.

Life can be a disaster...

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Waking to sight of day
The ironic disorientation
bedroom ceiling moviescreen 
fades out this dreams last scene
left looking dumbfounded at tiles

Sunrays shine splintered through bent blinds
 ...

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Dizzy mind is lost in a typhoon of confusion,
Inexplicable chaos is causing much delusion.
Scattered thoughts are echoing in disorientation.
Challenging the clarity, I'm struggling with comprehension,
Overwhelmed...

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I'm standing on a crossroad.
And there's a storm coming.
The sand I'm standing on, will not stand the rain.
And when right and left stopped being directions,
I...

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12 hours of excruciating labor pangs have Sacagawea breathing
into the face of Death,
as she violently shakes her head back and forth, teeth clenched,
sweat boiling and...

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Boob jobs and bomb jobs

Sisters in arms those **** and those weapons of massive 
destruction sex and death go together in dynamics
thermodynamics psychodynamics fused on...

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It started with a smile,
Running after this beautiful butterfly
And ended with a group of pile,
Burning its ashes in the sky.
The gravitational force of the forest,
Was...

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Note:

Dear Chris,

I could go into souls as mindbody identities with interdependently co-arising individuation, also known as living, and incarnation, but my gut says to go...

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When the lights go out.

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One tentative step,
then another, bolder,
breaching vastness
unbounded.

It is the resolute study of 
empty pages 
hopeful
of a happy ending
to what is yet written

It is predatory bloodlust
too intense
and...

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