Paranoia Poems - Poems about Paranoia

I cycled to Hawthorne before the dawn, Saw a deer on Taxter Road leading a fawn. I reached a field of the kids little League. Waited for the train, too pumped for fatigue. The train passed by lakes of...Read the rest...

Sometimes I think My computer is plotting against me And only me! Trying deliberately to drive me mad. My computer knows When I am busy, Then it throws a hissy fit. Constantly Crashing It often refuses to boot up, And crashes constantly. It loses data...Read the rest...

What's that, that noise I heard through my music? It sounded loud, is something wrong? Was it something bad, or did I just assume it? Maybe nothing at all and it's just the song? What's that scream, is it...Read the rest...

It startled me awake, screaming raw obscenities Blaming me for something I did when I was five Before bed, we reverently spoke prayerful entreaties In the morning hours, our alliance took a nosedive It introduced itself while I played...Read the rest...

In depth and breadth of shadows, it prowls around always flowing, wafting on air, ne'er making a sound It exists in dejection and rejection, and always found in silence, too loud when its raucous echoes resound No deafening roar...Read the rest...

Distorted To alter your brain chemistry Sugary sweet To feed your dysmorphic Paranoia You came here for comfort Didn't you? Carefully Constructed Confectionary Is what you find Perfectly wrapped Purposefully waiting Shut the fridge door on your way out....Read the rest...

I don’t hear them anymore. The voices have slowly faded away. I’m now beginning to realise that the fears, and the strange thoughts inside my head, were delusions built on paranoia. Oh the peace the relief is indescribable. They was no...Read the rest...

in silence in to the deep dark night a voice arises from within you should : you should not you are doing things so wrong that little voice peak from nine to five...Read the rest...

Whether I check the lock once. Or three times. They will still get in. All I can do is stay inside. And call my family ten times or so. I feel tempted to retreat to the...Read the rest...

It’s Only Paranoia Until Its Too Late!, By Davieo, David Rothchild It’s only paranoia Until it’s too late I love my paranoia It keeps me so straight It’s only paranoia Until it becomes real It’s not only...Read the rest...

Lost in a room with only my thoughts,Isolated from the world, A room my only familiar, I listen to the laughter and the conversations in the halls, imagine all the stories held between these walls? I...Read the rest...

Got my Dictionary of Quotations, The Greek Myths of Robert Graves, Plutarch for beginners’ How The Ancient World Behaves; Back at the Paranoia Poetry Club, Local Intellectual Branch And that collection of books Might just give me a chance Of understanding the words...Read the rest...

At the Paranoia Poetry Club They all give thanks For the NHS and their Cheap Prescription tranqs. The recovering drunk, The failed suicide  Both sit together Side by side by side Waiting for the mic To pour into the air Their personal tales  Of angst...Read the rest...

Somethings in my life are to complex to give expression to Somethings are too tense and tangled I contemplate on reasons and questions, beliefs and griefs' I keep them to my chest turning in my sleep Like a...Read the rest...

Paranoia is full blown alive in Robin’s world. She is yelling at me about the Chinese. They have taken over the White House. They are chasing Tucker Carlson. The Japanese have hacked our computers. The French have compromised our cell...Read the rest...