Best Paranoid Poems

Tell me that this fear is just paranoia in my mind, 
we're not straining, we're not struggling, 
we're not sinking, we're just fine. 
I'm not perfect my dearest, but damn have I tried, 
and I'll try harder but I know I'll have the same results...

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O August, I feel subtle scents
of dandelion days melting,
like spring falls of delirious diamonds,
while memories of sentimental sapphires
flow amidst clouds of colorblind cruelty,
revealing how butterflies
from the temple of fragmented armors
abandoned my spirit
at the altar of Ares~
adorned with crushed wings.

Tonight, as the sky mirrors rivulets
rippling with...

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In the still of the dark.
Lying dead awake,
Sleep gives no escape.
Repeating and counting phrases,
is a mental drain,
like chasing a run-away train.
Anxiously anticipating,
meeting the Minotaur who in his
labyrinth is awaiting.
As time passes in this state,
silence can't be found,
confusion and chaos race around.
Days may pass in this...

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Reality - what it's really like, save paranoid
I'll attempt explaining, why I won't make eye contact
can't look you in thee eye, I'd rather be in a void
some take this as being shy, why complain this or that

I trust no one, I judge no one
Direct questions...

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Waves of nausea crash against my splintering ribcage,
stomach churning, bile burning through esophageal walls.
Choking on paranoia-fueled delirium,
self-inflicted wounds etched upon a fragile psyche,
all while I try to hold on to some semblance of my humanity.
Push and pull, breaking down walls,
then building them back up, reinforced.
Love...

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I’m a poet. 
An original or a mimic. The canvas can decide.
In papers that see faces other than mine, 
they’re vague copies of artful work.
In all else, they’re threads holding my sanity, 
Saving me a crisis, every once in a while....

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They say I am insane
Crazy
They wish to lock me up
Toss the keys in the river

I know I am being watched
They are all fools if they say not
I see the eyes watching me
Do not you?...

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How can I help her when she doesn't want help?
She's content with living this way
No one can help her, not even herself
Her mind is her enemy but maybe not today
Paranoid Schizophrenia, I can't imagine how it feels
Trusting no one but yourself and your kids can...

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A Paranoid Child’s Bed Time Prayer

In blackest night when I am scared,
Guard the puppies from the bears,
Feed eagles fish-- not singing birds--
Hide tiny bugs who have no words.



Victoria Anderson-Throop  C 2013...

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Beelzebub arrived between the christmas lights strung inside my dorm,
Buzzing on my walls and brain to display what he must warn.

Voices scream inside my head when no one is around,
Dragging me deeper into my mind where I'll be lost and unfound.

Falling with legs above my...

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Sitting in silence 'neath cellar ceilings,
Creeping creeks crack in corners' crevices,
Whose acoustics are brushing my feelings,
With suggestions in sounds of a presence.
"Who goes there?" I demand inside my head.
As movements pussyfoot in penumbral
Waves inside the curves of my open spread
Eyes. Feathers of ether or ethanol,
Splash...

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Blue eyes turn green,
Seeing mean tricks;
Unseen, chances.

Jack Horne for Dana Lynn's Second Hand Emotion contest...

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Guarded and closed off, that's what he knows best

It just takes a noise to peak his interest

Don't bother to knock, 'cause he won't letcha in

Caution encloses the world he lives in

Four cats are his passion he keeps them well fed

But fear sends them running back...

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Paranoid And Voided

If I step outside my house I’m dead!
There are monsters under my bed
I cannot sleep due to the sheep
They count on my naivety
You know how sheep can be
Cold, calculating, killers to the core   

I understand from reliable sources in my head
That...

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He’s On To Their Scheme

By Elton Camp

The government is sending rays to his brain
Paul’s thoughts and secret desires to drain

To his every thought they’re turned in
Making a record of each and every sin

Into his eyes, beams are penetrating
Such invasion Paul is intensely hating

To take over...

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