Short Hallucinations Poems
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Silent cries of depressed,
Needs care and love,
Hallucinations meds, electric shock,
Replace them with Vitamin-B-complex.
In front of the universe
I was like a man with hallucinations,
I gripped,
I asked for the white man,
The white man;
When there was no white man standing there;
Let me touch
the curve
of your cornea,
I’ll share
my own
convexity,
each,
my blue
and
yours,
linked visions,
hallucinations,
certainties
and sinister,
right
and
left,
quality,
quantity,
inverted worlds.
Strange sardonic shadow stands and stares,
but when I turn and look their spent force
Spirited less and scraggly I have become set. Hallucinations or are they real?
12/4/2016
Campfires,
Forget I encouraged
Pubescent Exposure.
Because I tried
to be a leader.
And with guitar
and hallucinations
of demons,
I retreated.
Into disbelief.
But I see these
Spirits now.
And as we
Conceptualize
it so may we
Make it so.
Sunlight tickles my eyes
Hypnagogic hallucinations steal the show
with surprise
A creature creeps
I gasp, in fascination’s glow
he leaps
He schemes
as toadstools blow
dreams
Sunlight tickles my eyes
I gasp, in fascination’s glow
dreams
How long had it been
since his lips touched food
Hallucinations parade before him
fork and knife, wolf and lamb
His arms outstretched
chin devours the sand
throat constricted, the flame flickers
oozing blood, consumes a man
Asleep, breathing cheerful dreams ~ Ethereal fragility;
Gossamer hallucinations igniting jocund, kaleidoscopic luminescence;
Magical night-time observations, projecting quirky reflections;
Smoky tableau ushering versatile waves, x-rays yielding zenith.
26th of September,
the morning woken, broken
by the past,
has passed,
the future comes
in
small
increments,
unspoken,
I change in silence, chrysalis,
butterfly emerging from hallucinations of guilt,
Solaris,
one step closer
to total bliss.
After grueling sessions of
Guitar Hero 3,
I would often look to the mirror
to my right
and marvel at how
my vision was affected by the game,
with the mirror becoming twisted
and augmented,
slithering across the wall in my living room.
paralysis
struggle
facets
of
disaster
in liberation
captured
exploits
hovering hallucinations
an
inferno
of
purgatory
purifying
fire
of
destruction
or
new beginnings
pentangular frequencies of
auditory hallucinations
splitting pieces of a
beautiful mind
the rope turns into a
snake hissing the
priest plants bo-
mbs of sins
in my rigid tissues of ********
they suppress the re-ce-
ptors of dopamine sha-
ky we sleep peacefully
for a short while
Form:
A fierce inferno
The entice of gunshots
Engulfed by your worst nightmare
Wake up! Wake up!
Submersion of you consciousness
In which we have no valid control.
Hallucinations flash and tear down common reminiscence
Wake up! Wake up!
Parlous or peace
Which will past the test of slumber?
Maître peintre of exulted hallelujahs
skywriting's vastly delusional vapors,
whitewashed of stained looking-glass
flourished in atmospherical cloudbursts,
beyond hallucinations' unearthly enlightenment
dreamt 'pon released chimerical technicolor
(Maître peintre - master painter)
Not knowing if my eyes have deceived me
I am careful not to speak my sights
Walking around consumed with fear
Afraid of what may or may not be
Melting walls
Race cars under my feet
Carnival atmosphere
Cartoon visions
Closing my eyes to seek relief
My eye lids see the truth
Movie screen moments take me away
By: Tim Lundmark
Government Predilations
Into Covert Mind Control Hallucinations
Creating Manchurian Candidate Manifestations
Leading to JFK RFK And MLK Assassinations
Which are Explicit Abominations
To Be Enacted on God's Creations
But With The Subtle Changing of The Conversations
They Have Subdued any Interest in These Situations
Form:
Be a still shadow when the void is
smeared
onto concrete walls.
The void—
a deafening drone—
devours shadows that dare speak.
It closes in, fast—
in my head it whispers:
Join us. You are
hollowed enough
to blend in without fault.
I sit still—
because I was told:
If I move—If I shiver—
I become the smeared void.
These thoughts paint my mind
dizzying and distorted,
a victim of me;
Shadows take your shape
sitting stuck lodged in my throat;
Hallucinations;
More often than not
larger than they really are,
running on nothing;
Ever expanding
like this lump suffocating,
I am left swallowed;
Blinking back the illusion,
a colossal silhouette.
Hold on, what?
Ha, this must be a joke
Private info found!
A little teary
A little too sensitive
Too hot in here
Words fighting with words
Hallucinations winning the wars
Days and nights drinking too much
Now the body can't tell the difference!
Babies babies babies
Screaming from the unknown
Mommy, girly,lady, Sally
Rocking on a dubious dream
hallucinations
- wise enough to understand
... castles in the air
- world seems different and changed
... lonely and empty bottle
22/07/2020
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Imagine: hearing the scraping as nails harsh against, their walls
Creche preludes sensing this foreboding; crawling, past these veins ?
Sanctum sanctorum and macabre's, man-of-war his abomination peering
Stepping-stone hallucinations; intuitive marked it's beast ? Ancient's, six'pence....
Monere, a child's eyes prophetic tides omega: hideous, standing where they ought not.
Form:
ALGEBRA
Satan's hallucinations made him giggle,
Numbers and letters made to wiggle,
Satan arose one morning,
A day on Earth a'dawning,
Satan spake from far above,
Fist in his iron glove...
" I mix numbers and letters,
To make mathematics better,
Evermore there shalt be...
ALGEBRA!!!!!!"
Yes, numbers and letters made to wiggle,
Satan's hallucinations made him giggle.
Phantasmal mysterious spectator
lingers between reality and dreams.
Waiting, weaving spectacular wishes
from our hearts chambers of solitude.
Fabricated images in complicated braids
creating rainbow crossings of tempered color.
Whisking sand matted eyes into designed visions
dancing on clouds of impressionable illusions.
As inner hallucinations castle bridge is drawn silently...
Blood on her shirt.
She runs away
from herself.
A smashed mirror.
Amnesia.
And fate.
She ate away.
A decayed body.
Dangling on a fan.
Left there to be witnessed.
As she walked into her vision
of happiness,
she suddenly stops.
It was herself she was glaring at.
Her destiny she was perceiving.
She was being stabbed to death
by seven demons
while laying down on the floor
unclothed.
Tip, tap,
toes rowing
across the blue
surface of the sea-
breezes play with my hair,
tangly messes of blond rope
form for the salty air to climb-
Sun shining bright on his throne of Noon
[The moon in her brig, in chains, wrought with stars]
My skin, dry with erosion from
wind blowing to my white gown; Sails-
In blue hallucinations,
In southwest oceans,
I come to you,
I see you,
In dreams.