I am tired of this boring landscape
Take my hand
Teach me how to love
How to make shelter for this deranged self
I will be grateful for all my life
I will never take my eyes off of you
I will follow you in hell.
there is a bird making a screaming sound
she elongates it through the air like dying fireworks
I expect to hear other birds
especially the crows who overreact to everything
there is silence
maybe the other beakers realize that she is deranged
Deranged gnome is fancied up for Halloween
He is wearing goblin colors, said my cousin, Sheen.
He looks frightening, I said. Is he a little mean?
A temper on this guy, I actually have never seen.
If he goes outside to trick-or-treat.
Will we hear children screaming on the street?
He looks like he is ready to eat
Pets, grandmothers, and a child’s feet.
Deedee is deranged her rather slow-thinking relatives say
I myself met this woman two years ago from last Saturday
Remarkable quantum theories pranced out of her head
There is no way they could have understood, being brain-dead.
I kept her as a secret weapon, hired her to work my laboratory.
She is working on secret projects; I plan to get some of the glory.
Putin holds a deranged press conference in which he outlines his plans
For the future of Europe and the world:
- Russia would rule eastern Europe and the Central Asian Stans as in the old Soviet era.
- He would proclaim himself the Czar of Russia, and Xi would rule East Asia and SE Asia as the new Emperor of Asia.
- Teheran would rule Iran and Afghanistan.
- The Saudis would rule the Middle East but would recognize Israel.
- Western Europe would continue as the EU and the UK would continue.
- The US would be given the Americas.
- Africa would be divided up between the great powers.
- The UN would be replaced with a much more focused international organization
Where the powers would jointly rule the world, cooperate on global issues,
Such as climate change and space exploration.
A military conflict would come to an end.
I used to think I wasn't equipped to handle heartbreak,
But it seems like that's the only thing I'm good for as of late.
I'm not sure what changed or when all my walls came crashing down,
Leaving my heart vulnerable to my intrusive thoughts as they go round for round.
Forget a suit, have the blacksmith forge a heart of armor,
As I wait to see who delivers the final blow, causing their opponent to falter.
Calculated risks becoming flawless counters to gut feelings wrapped in luck,
A deranged game of chess, my thoughts the knight, my heart the hopeless rook.
A lose-lose situation defined by mental illnesses and past traumas that go hand in hand,
My head is filled with mixed thoughts and my heart with intrusive emotions that rendered me unable to take a stand.
Bed ridden by my self consciousness and lack of self esteem,
I utilize my resources and create worlds through my words that I know no one will read.
"Healthy" coping mechanisms are nothing but a glorified suggestion,
So I will continue to use metaphors and similes to help me handle my depression
to the tune of Home on the Range
In the woods, in the gloam
There’s a muttering gnome
Like his mind, he’s wandered away
And he should be interred
Yes, the thought has occurred
But the jailers would not last a day
Big daddy’s deranged
He’s losing it more every day
He makes up strange words
And it all sounds absurd
But the kids do not care anyway
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Some of the many happy verses Vivian
was subjected to singing and walking in the woods.
I landed among feathered creatures who pecked at my legs
Glad I was to have metallic bands to cushion me
Take me to your leader I said; someone ran out and cut its head off
It ran around but it had stopped clucking
I feared they might get my head too, so I ran off.
The next group of strangers I found were tall molting things
Dried bits of red, orange, and brown things landed on my head.
I tried to talk to them, but they ignored me.
There were mushy squishy things at their feet.
I ate them and began hallucinating.
This is not the place for our new colony.
The two-leggeds have eyes, but no mouths.
They wear cloths on the bottom of their faces,
As far as I can see there are no chins.
We need to find a different place for our colony.
A place where rioters are not running around screaming.
A place where guns are not killing wildlife “for sport”.
This is a planet for the deranged. Beam me up Commander.
In the depths of this mind
A fruit in decay.
Alone and forgotten
The child,
Shamed and in dismay.
Love and pain intertwined
Memories hidden—not rotten.
Abandoned by fate
Nurtured by hate.
Love is the fiend
In the depths of this mind
Hope has departed
Pain is kind—
A playground for the angry hearted.
In the depths of this mind
Herein lives despair next to desire,
Anxiety defeats amity
And over and over again—
Atrocity wins over sanity.
This freaking world is totally deranged
Standards are low, we're becoming drained
What has happened
Life has saddened
Worst it's been since sanity reigned>center>
The doctor says I am deranged
And I've been in a fog of late
But in deranged, I see words
That could have sealed our fate!
This "danger" sends me into a "rage"
My heart will "deaden" not "endear"
It "rang" true I "need" a "grenade"
A reckoning of "dread" is "near"
"Enraged" I "earned" my badge of "anger"
With weapons and explosives I'm "geared"
Out of my "garden", I'll "drag" an "adder"
All will be "graded", as their time has "neared"
I'm "angered" to "dredge" up my "dander"
As I "gander" at this worlds racket
I'll "dare" to make the "dead" "deader"
As soon as I shed this strait jacket!
There was a lady
Who had a cream brimmed hat
That had and band with a little red
And a crown of black
Well she went out one day
Looking really fancy
In this hat
And red and gold earrings
But she didn’t wear her jewels on her ears
Because she was a little strange
She wore her earrings on her hat
Because like I said, she was a little deranged
See the "Deranged Woman's Hat" in TangeneNicole Etsy Store.
Corruption deceit and pain run though my vans. Life is always the same millions of people know my name. They treat my like a bad disease where ever i go. Persecution and judgement they place on me. I don't know why some people want me to die. I am a real nice guy really I am. I don't know why you wont make me your guy. I am the reason you live I am the reason you cry I am the reason you die. I must say I am the happiness of everyone's day. I know you don't see it that way. You need to change you vindictive ways. And make you life better for future day. I can change people in many ways. We don't know what the future holds. If the truth be told. I know you want me but to your vindictive ways you want to hold. Know one will ever understand me. What I have been through. All this pain and strife. No memories i can share. Just a gray haze lingers there. Nothing from my childhood i can remember. Guess that's why my heart is broken and tender. What a deranged life i live. Your love to me i wish you would give. If you can figure out this deranged life i live.
Mentally Deranged
Mentally Deranged;
He and whole world are estranged
Also disengaged.
Sound like some politician you might know?
Jim Horn
She plays the princess with her pink hair
the perfect life, no reason to care
but they don't know the pain she hides
all the heart ache she feels deep inside
the hurt and tears they all get locked away
the keys been thrown out so forever buried they'll stay
she'll put on a smile just as she's been shown
forever the "perfect" princess, sad and alone
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