Best Psychotic Poems
Fury unleashed
By an Enlightened soul.
Future unfolded,
But she's not a fool.
Twilight has come,
And the passage is true:
What comes with the day,
In the night remains too.
She prays 'tis a dream;
She hopes to soon wake.
If not to be so,
May her dawn never break.
Screaming and pleading,
Her most humblest desires;
Her mind being built,
A Psychotic Empire!
I talk to myself in many voices
Having conversations with myself
Answering my own questions
Thinking it is something else
The mind can play tricks
If you let it
It can convince you of anything
The conscious and subconscious mind
At times feels separate
From each other
Not connecting as well as it could be
A detachment from the brain
Lost in translations
Of many conversations
To feel safe and calm
Within oneself
The fear of losing yourself
When no one hears or believes you
Feelings and thoughts
Put on a dusty shelf
Not everything is clear
But I am totally aware
Of what is going on
Many layers of words
Coming out of nowhere
Can scare the mind into submission
Eating pieces away of your soul
Losing control
Feeling all alone
In your psychotic turmoil
Who will be there in the end
If I go numb and cannot see
Love me as I am
Or set me free to be me
We drove for hours with no motel in sight
We rejoiced to see the vacancy light
Bates Motel seemed deserted
Its manager perverted
At least we had a bed to spend the night
He gave us the key to room number one
Suggested a shower would be such fun
He'd an Oedipus complex
And we suspected his tricks
So before Norman returned we were gone
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Buried deep in psychosis it rotted
All the while it schemed and it plotted
When faced with the truth
Its responses uncouth
The nature of it had been spotted
So overwhelmed in my Mind's bleak realm;
A mental dungeon where I am bludgeoned...
I lose control; release the helm-
(I have no strength; can barely function)
Beguiled by trials, my thoughts defiled-
Trying tortures, they compound- compile!
I lament this long torment,
And ponder if the pain's worthwhile
In my head, things aren’t always right,
Darkness looms, threatening to cover the light.
There was a time, when all was muddled and completely askew,
The madness reigned, constantly recreating itself anew.
At times I thought my mind was connected, to everyone in the world,
Their hopes, dreams and fears, all connected to me, completely unfurled.
I felt I could speak to others, by projecting my thoughts,
I lived in a fantasy world, my sanity forgot.
I knew I was the savior reborn, here to right the wrongs,
I was secret agent to the world, but for my power, evil would not be long.
Today my mind is mostly calm, the voices receded,
The occasional delusional pattern tries to be seeded.
When my mind was lost, it was then that I truly found myself,
For when the sanity returned, the old me was put on the shelf.
One cannot always see the struggle within us,
In our minds we are not always master, despite all the fuss!
Plummeting void of primitive desire
All is passion and idolism
An existential angst, consuming your thoughts
What meaning is there behind "the one"?
You're a caveman deep down
Starved for attention
Feeling nothing
And everything
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Note: this poem is the combined result of two "five-minute-write" challenges (below).
[Write about an emotion: Neutral]
Infinitely white, plummeting void of hypnotic, dulcet tones.
All is monotonal and subdued on the face, but vibrantly conflicting within.
An endless battle with melancholic thoughts.
Existential angst getting you down about the meaning behind your existence.
No expression. Uneasy, and evidently rigid.
Face twitching as a tiny amount of black ink seeps through the stainless blast doors.
Feeling nothing, and everything at the same time.
[Write about something else: Infatuation]
Primative desire, burning sweltering passion and idolism.
Hot, fiery romance and a lovingly fierce flame that ignites within.
Burnt fingers when the flame gets too hot; world consumed by thoughts of "the one"
Overwhelming and unfaltering flares to morph, snap, shape, and join your hearts.
That's the meaningful bit.
But the caveman still lies within. Starved for attention.
Every day I'm battling depression just trying to get my number straight
World on my shoulders so how could I be under weight?
Stopped taking anti depressants, cause they made me feel worse
Gave them a fair shot but I was still hurt
If I get one more prescription from the doctor I'm gonna take him hostage
Tie him to the chair and I'm not talking bondage
Make him take pills daily, see if he feels better
If they actually worked, me and depression wouldn't be together
I'm just joking, I won't take him hostage, I just wanted to rhyme hostage, with bondage
This poem is just me having fun, without a concept
I'm sane but my pen's crazy
Welcome to the new Slim Shady
Sold my soul to the devil, and the return was I'd never try to keep up with that Kim lady
If you're a Kardashian fan and find that offensive
I apologize for you being so sensitive
I was just joking and making words rhyme
Pixie lott will make me her husband, she's just taking her time
Maybe I wouldn't be like this, if I never grew up in care and my family stayed
I was born a genius, and my insanity escaped
Now I'm right on the line if crazy and genius
I refuse to speak or work at your convenience
If you have any complaints please leave a note in "Alex does not care"
I only care about myself now, cause loves not fair
I'm just not there
Anxiety, depression and I'm bipolar, I'm not all there emotionally
Don't take this poem serious, this is just some psychotic bipolar poetry
Jumbled and distractedly jarred,
I awoke beside myself like a wraith,
a spectator to my primal confusion,
hamstrung by the goddess Chaos,
psychotic and frightfully broken.
Drifting through scrambled shrapnel,
a witness to my scrappy scrabble salads
chasing my fleeting thoughts.
I was an ineffectual phantom weeping
wounded windswept in the rain,
a helpless hapless harlequin of shadows
in perpetual refrain.
Months passed while doctors pondered me,
I compressed moments into kaleidoscopic disarray.
My immediacy overruled past and future; and
all spacial orientation collapsed. I watched my
decline like a desperate specter, never seeing
how I could exit my vertigo maze.
But as abrupt as it began, it inexplicably stopped.
I was engulfed by luminous morning,
A bystander to my maelstrom no longer,
I arose astonished in tearful release
to a world of deeper textures
and fevered passions,
to this world where I am no longer
beside myself.
a psychotic mind
can manipulate itself
all hours of the day
Trump Psychotic and Neurotic
Word was either absurd or paradoxical
Far from consistent or also methodical
Not feeling permanently put in place
But with wild hair and a foolish face.
If he set good example and did compare
Trump would soon realize everywhere
People are all likeable and very friendly
Even those young or old and spindly.
Why is it that Trump can seem so crass?
And then end up being big horse's ass
Disheveled, disorganized, thin-skinned
When into crowd should start to blend.
Good old Trump enjoys going ballistic
And a nincompoop who is narcissistic
With a big ego and blatantly erotic
Classified as psychotic and neurotic.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
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to carry a name
the fame proceeds,diff'rent needs
penned down aggresion
I’m being sucked into the void of darkness
Another trip into the realms of hell
Doctor’s magic formulas cease to be recognised
As swirling mists descend on my brain
As the depression deepens
Psychotic thoughts and abnormal behaviour patterns begin to appear
Spreading like a mischievous threatening epidemic
The fight begins between the irrational and rational
Like a battle between Gods angels and Satan’s demons
Negativity intrusion feels so strong and wild
Positivity is left weak and lost in sorrow
This inner war is nearing an end
The thoughts of darkness begin to mock and rejoice
As self awareness weakens and is ready to surrender
Psychotic Depression is triumphant once more
Then the time comes in my life, a turning point of power
A witness to a new life of my pure angel born
My first tear of happiness in a life lacking in positive emotion
This is my killer of Depression and Rise of the Psychotic
Conflict evaporates into insignificant pieces
For how long, who can be sure?
But for now my battle is won
Yet the war may rage on in time as fragments of pain still ponder inside
THE PSYCHOTIC ENEMY
The hourglass is the enemy
The psychotic killer worm
That slowly takes our energy
And bring a cold in drum
The hourglass is the enemy
The merciless ever present mirror
That reflects with such energy
An image of total horror
It makes us wonder and wish
We could be children again
And see the world pretty and rich
A beauty only a child can gain.
Given a chance to live my bad dreams
I'd like to break the law of the man
Living absolute freedom
Like there's no life waiting tomorrow
Sick of the same old routines
I want to relinquish my dark side
To see how far I can be an evil
In a place where there are limitations
If breaking the rules is not bad at all
I'd like to be a phenomenal culprit
I'd like to lie all the time
Steal precious gold that are not mine
Kill my own race with a piece of knife
Till my world becomes an oceanic blood
If nightmares do come true
I'd be the first person to feel the thrill
Because play time is over
I'd want to make my own game
LeiStrauss2017