Best Disoriented Poems

A Psychedelic Whistle Plays a Rhythm into the Darkness

Entering the dark side of a moonbeam on this evil lens of life,
A gruesome old man recreates...

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Entering the dark side of a moonbeam on this evil lens of life,
A gruesome old man recreates a murder time and time again, 
As the...

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12/21/19


Not going to pretend it
I've been feeling rejected
And disrespected
Nothing I said and did
Was effective
Time I take a sedative
Or maybe 10 of them

Was fine one minute...

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I spin, faster and faster…    
losing control, I am a propeller rising.
Once, you were my mystery to solve,
my gift to unwrap -
my...

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     " In titanium haze of love,
             truth is...

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~ My Primary Emotion~

Three days ago I decided to become heartless by
eliminating my Spirit and Soul I could not take
the agony anymore.

I urged my lawyer...

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I have no cause to lie,
my memory is clear.
The night was cool, the moon rising.
Fresh scents from a passing rain captures the air.
My campfire kept...

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Heart pounding,
Confused and disoriented,
I cannot breathe.
There is a tightness in my chest
And butterflies in my stomach.

Vision blurred,
Weak and dizzy,
Nothing feels real.
There is tension in my...

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She sits.
She writes.
She feels lost and alone.

Clenched fists.
Scary night.
Passion turned to stone.

I tore up a book of lost verses written to my lover,
since she left...

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Until pureness and honesty pass,
Leaving pain and aggressiveness as the dimmed lights,
For the intricate works of the corrupt dark world,
Foreshadowing the collapse of the protective...

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Heavy and low, the fog remains,
the muffled sound, in part explains.
The sun cannot quite pierce, and so
the fog remains, heavy and low.

Ethereal, a trance-like state;
seems...

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I believed in fitness and healthy living, including obtaining sufficient sleep,
To revel for years in buttery sunshine, which makes emerald willows weep.

I consumed only healthier...

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Bewilder was my middle name as I felt lost and torn
experiencing fallacious feelings before the hike that nothing would go wrong
going on the Appalachian Trail...

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her brown skinned
body laying atop a
table top covered
by a white table
cloth but she is

naked yet dressed
as a buffet with 
delights to eat
placed like plates 
for...

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To my Best friend Bridget.  She is still "the wind beneath my wings".

And through each hand 
It travels its path
Leaving behind a glazed eye
And...

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