Paranoia Poems - Poems about Paranoia

In the sky, a brightly shining sun is sending rays to catch someone, but 'neath the trees I swiftly run. Now, the hunt is taken by the moon, but she won't snatch me very soon. I peek from bed at that cratered goon, who, undaunted, does then recruit reinforcements, evil stars that shoot twinkles at me, in hot pursuit,...

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Sometimes, I dream of lying on the bed Being silent, falling asleep, Waking up and not talking to anyone. I lie down and keep silent I think about what is happening Every day in my country, In my friends' country and in the world. Then, I want to screw up and down Finally, flower gardens save and help For the first...

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everything’s complicated everything’s a struggle have you noticed? it’s a psychological horror is this the ‘adult disillusionment’ I keep hearing about? I mean, things work, if you sit on them like an egg— If your mother things along and helicopter a result. I mean, what do people do who don't have my resources and sunny disposition? I get America’s increasing paranoia but I...

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Brush my teeth and ring the bell. Floss and smell every smell. They tried to tell me that the bed was right. But I can feel more than bright. Stay up late, as if I’m diving underwater. Drown again, and I concur. Stay up all night, and eat a sandwich. Feel the evil switch. Brush my...

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We emerged from Grand Central Station, Both ill, alarmed at our situation Like two invaders, erupting forth My twin went south, and I went North I jaywalked reckless nearly hit by a car. Then saw a bridge over the FDR I wondered what price would be paid On autopilot, I came on to the Esplanade The pavement was wide, hexagonal tiled The...

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Written: February 14, 2025 for Brian Strand Contest *********** In twilight, specks become stars, bridges locked in gold, Engraved whispers on walls painted with diamond tears. Singing hearts weave veins of...

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i wake up in a body that is not mine who tied these strings to my bones and made me dance -– there are eyes i cannot see but they see me whispersofverses.com for more i guess they weigh me down with their silence with their judgment -– the mirror whispers you are not enough not the face not the heart not the soul it spits back what i already know -– how do you live when your shadow feels...

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Paranoia I Don't Think They Think I Think The Way They Think I Think At All... TOO MUCH! -Gray Squirrel 12-13-2024 ...

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Trump Derangement Syndrome and Hoya Paranoia* Both reside in Washington D.C. both designed to annoy ya _______________________________ *The Georgetown University basketball team's nickname is 'the Hoyas.' The team is...

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Practicing how to breathe, when there's a shortness of breath.A slow rhythm in the background calms me down, when a void tried to look into me.I was up alone yet again while the demons of the night visited me. Has it been a year now since sleep has become paralysing.I dared something much deeper within...

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I rode my bike down Omen Road, Knew they'd be after me, I'd reap what I sowed. Crossed into Jersey, saw a dead bird ahead— I prefer voices, I get symbols instead In a pullout was a convertible with a man inside He drew his finger across his nose, didn't approve this ride By Greenwood...

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Snakes and spiders in the grass wait patiently for me to pass. With their families, they will pray that I will soon come their way. They know they can rest assured that their humble prayers are heard. Modest children, they are in need. Their spoils of victory, guaranteed. They will strike me by God's glory. They will rejoice, a happy story. Once they smite me,...

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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 Croton Falls, At Ten Mile River I heard a bird’s calls At Wassaic, calmed down on Deep Hollow Road, By purple flowers, a...

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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 it had the day before. Or five minutes before. Or refuses to save the data. Just messing with me. As it loves toying with...

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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 from someone near me? Was it a shot, gunfire from the person over there? Are they coming for me, am I being...

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