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 every time.
Do you want me all the ways that I am?
With all the struggles and the tears and the clinging to your hand.
I fear your getting further and Im left on the shore to stand,
watching you in the distance with a bullet in my hand.
Tell me all this worry, its just clutter in my mind,
tell me not to worry that we're doing just fine.
Cause Im scared to run you off and I feel Im falling deep.
And Im so frightened of these thoughts that its getting hard to sleep.
All I know is that the heart wants what it desires,
because of you the match inside has turned into a fire.
And I feel the broken glass thats sticking from my skin,
Wondering if you'll remove the pain or push it back in.
My hearts frantic wondering if you feel the same,
pleading and begging for more than just a saying,
but to feel and to see that im not alone,
with being in this love thats overwhelming.
Once I told you that we didnt have a spark,
but you were lighting up and I was sitting in the dark.
And this fire, this blaze its wrapped in desire.
Im terrified to lose you, I think I might die or,
maybe disappear from all the pieces falling out,
im going crazy but when i open my mouth, nothing comes out,
and I cant explain to you why I just need to hold you close,
why every time you leave Im scared to let you go,
why these tears are building up behind my eyes,
all I know is that the heart wants what it desires
and it desires to be your wife.
So tell me in my panic, that your words are true,
tell my my dearest what I mean to you,
tell me that this paranoia is all within my mind
we're not struggling, we're not sinking tell me we're just fine
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 state.
All you can do is tolerate.
When it is too much to take,
death it seems the only escape.
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 O' I do shun
eccentric, nah! Just, going it alone
avoid catastrophic disturbances also confusion
Reasoning unsound, why blame peace an order
I'll set, with my back to a wall, for no intrusion
feeling disregard for any direct instruction
to struggle with having a harmless disturbance
visitors, new faces I think they came to spy
my life, an open book, people complain without reason
some are aware, that know me, how hard I try
moving continually, Paranoia will destroy ya, why
why Is there no cure for such behavior
only when I let it get that best of me
truth is- I want to be safe, undisturbed, forever
give in to Paranoia, ill eh? I need to feel I'm free
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 never came easy in delusion-filled memories,
always hovering at the cusp of fiction,
ready to strike like a coiled python.
Then, like glass, tears would cascade down,
begging for forgiveness.
Paranoia-induced hallucinations gripped my marrow again,
coursing through tainted bloodstreams,
blinding any sense of reason.
So life imitated drug-soaked nightmares
as my security slipped through calloused fingers once more.
While the rain pummels down against abandoned dreams,
I am haunted by you in this empty house.
Nothing but phantoms of the past roam
in the dead of night,
wailing in the deafening silence,
a requiem for my inner demons’ eternal torment.
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.
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?
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
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 under the bed
He's gone beyond trusting, I'll never know why
He's jumpy and nervous, alertness on high
Drawing the curtains, unplugging the phone
He's almost certain he's never alone
Peering out windows from behind the chair
'Cause he never knows what's lurking out there
He sees his newspaper out on the walk
Won't open the door or unlatch the lock
In this wary obsession, he can't help but feel
a need to distinguish the false from the real.
Blue eyes turn green,
Seeing mean tricks;
Unseen, chances.
Jack Horne for Dana Lynn's Second Hand Emotion contest
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 I am out to get me
I try to protect me from myself
Used rope to tie my hands behind me
But the rope is really a snake
Cannot be trusted, plotted against me with contempt
There is no mistake
My toys are in a rage and lined against me
Jealous of my powers and filled with envy
Ready to attack with guns and knives
Hidden behind their backs, thirsty for my blood
A delusional pack of savages to persecute me
They chase me down the hall to kill me
Or shoot me in in the back for satisfaction
I need to go to sleep….. but about the sheep….
You understand…. It is sheep
You know how they can be
They are sheep and need no explanation
I’m not paranoid at all but have to tell you all the time
Wash and disinfect your hands before you enter
There are billions of microbial creatures that have landed
Aliens, who come from other planets with a plan
Filthy, unshaved, ugly beings from the dirty universe
Come to hurt me and to place their curse
I refuse to be party to their plan and will avoid it if I can
Hold my head to keep the noise and voices in
Keep the enemy at bay with invisibility and invincibility
Hold my breath forever to keep the germs away
To kill or avoid everything there is
That can be neutralized or voided…. This I pray
social reclusion
self inflicted exclusion
all by delusion
conspiracy profusion
~ there is no jab collusion ~
By
David Kavanagh
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 absolute, permanent control
By the government is its cherished goal
But Paul wisely knows exactly what to do
So those rays will be unable to go through
A helmet from tinfoil he has constructed
Just as on the Internet he was instructed
Always create two antennae, they say
So evil will be caught and drain away
Be sure to make the tinfoil triple thick
Because it’s only then it’ll do the trick
These dark glasses that only they sell
Will stop them from sending him to hell
Paul can feel a probing ray when it comes
Then he quickly stops up his ears and hums
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To see a picture of Paranoid Paul, go here:
http://www.scribd.com/doc/207878571/He%E2%80%99s-On-To-Their-Scheme
I feel a sense of paranoia sinking in,
Without reason, a fear that sinks deeper than the skin.
An anxiety of overwhelming power,
It grows in strength; hour after hour.
Debilitating as a morning after migraine,
The sole difference being that I feel no pain.
This melancholic strife is nothing new to me,
Living under the weight of social dystrophy.
Feeling isolated, feeling lonely, feeling hopeless.
Experiencing emotions of self-apathy and self-loathing.
A pity thought reserved for third world orphans,
Now without merit, has been cast upon mine self.
Desolate and barren,
The future renders bleak.
I've disappeared for years behind a mask of contentment,
Lacking autonomy until acceptance of this internal resentment.
It would be easier to stop. To just end it all,
But I have stayed strong to this point,
For I could never betray my soul.
I didn't notice when sunshine had come and started talking
In loud amber tongue with the pink rhododendron flowers
And the grey shadow of tall oak inquisitively stalking
As the mauve ivy cloud kept looking from its white tower
In your kiss lies the well-being of my colors my dear
Say rhododendrons to the sunlight in whispering voice
But still I find you making shadowy love with moisture
No, dear, said the pink petals, to you let me make it clear
No need I know the cloud and moisture along with the dew
In my absence they all are passionately after you
September 19, 2017
Who is behind all the trouble?
Is it the blacks, the whites, the Asians, Native Americans or the Eskimos?
Is it the Christians, the Jews, the Moslems, the Buddhists, the Humanists?
Let me let you in on a little secret
They all are!
If you are paranoid you will find that
your fears may well be justified
Trouble is about to arrive
So prepare yourself
Hold onto your place in the galaxy
For there are meteors and
comets
of all descriptions
which may strike you down
Paranoid Vistas
Something to ponder
While you await deep winter
Which always comes when the warmth dies