This sleep has sunk to catacombs Where dreams are dreaming of themselves, And where they slump to deeper shelves A dim and voiceless banshee roams. Interlopers jostle memory, And pressing on his signet ring, Take on the seal of realer things. Truth’s rejected for hyperbole. Delusions stack in strata, drowned, Lives never lived, in parallel, That puzzle sleepers who can’t tell Where waking lies, so lies confound.
An exotic perfume out of her fleshy lips Glistening teeth with a slight fringe of light yellow Hair messy but perfectly done Eyes, a bit far off but as true as the moon The smile as beautiful as a rose in a thousand nettles.
The greatest treasure for mankind is a perfect soulmate and nothing else...
Paranoia runs through my veins everywhere I go. I don't feel alone when I'm at home alone; I feel watched and stalked as I roam the streets alone; I constantly feel dread and think of the worst, you can tell me your loyalty to me but I'll question your words. You can reassure me and occupy me, but I'll always come back to how I was- plagued by the paranoia of the unknown.
I wish my tactile hallucinations would give me a massage, A warm hug from my non-existent mother, A kiss from my long distance boyfriend.
A twisted fairytale
My hallucinations They know what I fear most And they want me to be afraid They feed off my terror They get off on my sick brain They know what torments me. Arachnophobia’s favorite game to play The spiders Come out of My skin They’ve been waiting patiently When I’m most vulnerable When I’m isolated When I’m helpless
The fear tore at my insides Like the merciless storm raging outside The truth sank in Like the knife soon to pierce my chest They were coming I stood at death's door But no longer by choice Three people Who I thought were my friends Stood behind me They've tied my hands They've injured me I don't want to die But I can't fight them anymore I'm powerless Helpless It's over.
This is a poem I wrote a few months ago when I was very mentally unwell and completely believed that my friends and family were going to **** me. It doesn't even begin to describe the pain and terror I was going through at that time.
Dawn breaks open new revelations like geodes in my mind and they sparkle with amazement at this previously unearthed way of thinking deep seated in deep caves of thought processes unchanged over a lifetime I finally found the light and it’s funny that I was the one hiding it all this time back seat divers breathing second hand oxygen delirious from the fumes one can only assume