Psychosis Poems

American Psychosis

American Psychosis
The sun, the Son,

ECLIPSED 
Overshadowed by
Dark clouds of 
Bloated EGO and ID
Me supersedes We
The people1
Will weep

 DEADLY SINS
 More than seven
In one
Narcissist ‘king’ of
WRATH, HATE, REVENGE, 
Not a 
‘Dish best served cold2
But with anger 
Evil so bold
SCOTUS behold! 

Bunker-Busting Bully
Historical ignorance, ignominy
Big Beautiful Bombs or
Tariffs Coercion

Psychotic projection
Weaponized state
Now fully effected
No critic is safe

LUST 
When

Cultural Psychosis

When facts are misnomers
and life is just numbers
When the cards are stacked
and our conscience is hacked
When we elect kingpins

The house always wins

Stress Induced Psychosis

In the quiet, darkened corners of the mind/
Where shadows stretch and  twist, emotions bind/
Lies a land where peace is hard to find/
Admist the chaos, stress leaves us blind/
Psychosis weaves it's tale of fear and doubt/
Illusions bloom, and reasons fade out/
The world distorts, perceptions fall askew/
A fragile grip on reality breaks through/
Voices whisper secrets in

Psychosis

But the tv is off.
But the window is closed.
But I’m alone.
A stranger’s voice,
But strangers don’t scare me.
I turn on the tv.
Just in case I die.
I like watching tv.
I could die any time.
Someone in that commercial could kill me.
I bet he wants to.
I change the channel.

Stranger, stranger, and stranger.
The light becomes stranger.
Not deadly.
Just churning and twisting.

A

Almost 28

It's almost my birthday,
and somehow I'm still here,
barely, but breathing - after a year of mental carnage.
Depression didn't knock, it broke in,
set up camp in my chest,
while psychosis turned the world 
into a funhouse mirror,
bending truth until I didn't know what was real.

I drowned in thoughts that tore like glass,
sharper than anything outside my head,
clawed

Delusion

Delusion must be a comforting thing;
To see the world just how you like.
To give you purpose every day
And let reality take a hike.

But don't be troubled 
When I say that;
Delusion
Is just
fine
For the psychopaths and the egg shell brained, swimming in life's brine

Concerto of Psychosis

“Psychotic hallucinations, whether they are visual or vocal, they address you. They accuse you. They seduce you. They humiliate you.
They jeer at you. You interact with them.”
Oliver Sacks  

This is not an illusive myth,
this is my unspoken tale,
woven in infernal syllables of sorrow,
of how I lost my sanity~
once upon a blood moon,
exhausted by the

Psychosis

I appear in the kitchen.
My mom is smiling.
How am I doing, -ing, -ing?
Ring, ringing, -ing.
My phone is crazy, so I drop it somewhere I’ll never find it.
Something is cooking.
Something, but not me.
I appear out of the kitchen.
I look into the kitchen as if it’s a painting,
-ing, -ing, thinking, -ing, -ing…
The cooking is crazy, and bubbling,

Descent To Ascent

……Somewhere a lone survivor of a plane crash

A man of sound and reason 
   standing tall and proud. 
But a voice of lies and madness 
   whispering words of doubt. 
His mind a fortress sturdy 
   no shadows in the crowd. 
But a path of doom and darkness 

Paranormal Psychosis

The whole room tumbles.

Turning upside down. 

So that I am on the ceiling. 

And forced to analyze the space around me once again. 

I blink again.

Then everything is right side up…

Then I blink again. 

All the furniture is shifted just enough…

So I am confused in some indefinable way. 

She walks in. 

Which causes me to

Getting Bad Again

We have all noticed that things are getting bad again,
I know things will get better, but I don't know when.

While clutching at my arm
As my blood transfused
I first pressed the alarm
Struggling to find the door 
while I felt confused
I never intended to give Abby a fright,
And only on my second night.

While the ants crawl in

Psychosis

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 trinket, lockets or Kolesnikov's

Cause at times they are too tender to surrender to time
And other times they haunt and encircle

Psychosis

I like to pretend that I am extraordinary sometimes. 

The voices don’t always agree.

But they promise to give me a million chances to become something amazing. 

But people are trying to distract me with sleep. 

And there is not enough time if I fall asleep!

People who care about me are threatening me with their concern.

Psychosis

Each day becomes more insane
So you try to drive in every lane
You don’t know your thoughts are not true
Yet they leave you feeling so blue 

You’re told the worst things all day
So to fight them you pretend to play 
You don’t understand why no one sees
The crazy things in the trees 

It’s so obvious and

Craving Psychosis

All I do is be set in some form of pandemonium.
I'm sick of the same ripe, dull daily mind-numbing
How will I be urged if I lose my equilibrium? 
Is life's symbiosis likely to be tedious scaling?

Everything appears to me to be rendered nugatory. 
Similar to a grave where a covered body is decaying. 
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