#disoriented
You Got me running around like
I'm in a CARNIVAL MAZE,
Looking all DISORIENTED,
DISTRACTED and DAZED,
I Don't know where to go,
I'm not sure what to do,
Keep running into these DEAD ENDS,
I don't have the SLIGHTEST CLUE.
I'm stuck in this MAD HOUSE,
I need to find the WAY OUT, but
If I stay on the RIGHT PATH,
I'll find the CORRECT ROUTE!!!
B.R.
Date: 03/24/2023
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 11:18 AM UTC
I am uncertain
can I really do this
go to college
live on my own
make my own money
be an adult
get my license
I'm not ready
everything is happening so fast
I feel disoriented
will I ever feel capable
I can't do this
it's too much
just breathe
you can do this
anxiety captures me again
I don't know if I can do this
Mar 14, 2025
Mar 14, 2025 at 8:06 AM UTC
I dreamt I awoke...in Woking...in England
"Woking", I thought, "you gotta be joking!
What was I doing, doin' here in Woking"
I felt like Dr. Who stepping out of the TARDIS
And all the people there they were all looking, they were all staring at me
It was like the whole world was gaping
As if...as if there was something to see
I wondered 'Had my mask fallen and was what they were now seeing, was it something appalling
Could they see the real me ?'
So I started running...runnin' 'cos I thought they were all gunning
Gunnin' out to get me
And I met this policeman, this burly constable
And I said to him "I didn't want to awaken in Woking at all
I just wanted to get back home"
He replied "The last train out of Woking had just gone"
So I ran on
And it started raining... raining and I was soaking... soakin'
Soakin' in Woking
Then I met this sweet little London gal
She said "Cor Blimey where you goin'"
I told her I didn't know...
I told her "Here in Woking I felt like I was choking, that all the walls they were closing in"
I said I'd just been dreaming...dreamin'
But what was the meaning... the meaning
And why had they put me here in Woking
What... what was the reason ?"
"Have you been drinking Love?" she said
"No!" I replied indignantly, "I haven't been drinking, I was just sleeping...sleepin'
But hadn't expected to awaken, to awaken here in Woking
I opened up to her a bit then, I said "Though I was getting older I was... I was always still hoping
But then suddenly I woke up and found myself here, here in Woking
What was it all about ?"
"You poor darling " she said
(For a moment Woking didn't seem so bad after all)
Then she reached into her purse and brought forth some coppers and offered them to me
I said "No! No! You don't understand... you don't understand...
I awakened from Woking a little after the morning had broken
Still in one piece and still with all my secrets intact
But sadly
Without any meaning nor any reason.
Jul 9, 2024
Jul 9, 2024 at 9:16 AM UTC
I am soft and mandible:
fresh clay, the inside of an oyster, the belly of an armadillo.
vulnerable. tender. the anti-sharp.
everything is blurred. dulled. hidden
behind a gossamer haze and ambient noise.
a photo out of focus. one eye closed and ten feet back.
dizzy. so dizzy. disoriented.
there is no logic here. no rules. no laws.
and that’s what makes it horrible and incomprehensible.
the transplant recipient still dies. the man in perfect health
suddenly has cancer.
the proned patient flipped back to supine for intubation
codes and dies immediately.
nonsense. it’s all nonsense.
it's easier to take a breath and
compartmentalize.
Aug 15, 2021
Aug 15, 2021 at 8:37 PM UTC
My heart, a sinking ship
Bereft of balanced beams
Descends deeper towards its doom; Depth
creating elusive dreams
My hope, a shifting plate
Converged with reality
Shifts, shatters, shakes its foundation
A quake leaving heavy debris
My body, a tattered shoe
Weary from the long trek
Desperately pleading for its restoration
Left a disheveled wreck
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 11:31 AM UTC
Everything seems gray
Like tasteless
Zero motivation
To move or to do anything
Why do I feel this?
Why so tired and disoriented?
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 11:27 AM UTC
one and another played a game in the forest
where the dark trunks rose tall
and the creatures were a chorus.
the delicate blue air in the midnight’s gloom
left one disoriented:
are the sounds one’s voice too?
one wondered and wandered, but after some time,
another’s voice and one’s thoughts
intertwined in one’s mind.
one cried and one protested, one just didn’t know;
was one even moving?
for one lost feeling in one’s feet below.
the cold wind blurred one’s sight, and nothing seemed clear
so one closed one’s eyes
overtaken by fear.
one was without feeling, legs to chest, and even one’s face.
now all one wanted
was another’s kind, warm embrace.
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 6:27 PM UTC
My dear when I tell you,
"I'm a late bloomer."
I need you to know, that I meant to say is,
"I have lost my petals and my stem is bare."
Own ****** hands, The only criminal is I,
I have taken shears and torn ungracefully.
There the petals lay underneath.
A gentle breeze then came by and swept them away,
Never to reach my clutches again.
My dear I made myself bloom far to early,
Letting the petals of myself vanish.
Leaving me astray within my own vessel.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 10:41 PM UTC
A line of vases
the wind blows against
knocking them over,
but only a few left broken
Some picked back up,
others left with just a scratch
but i'm part of the batch
that shattered.
Built back up,
glued together,
you can't erase the damage done by this weather,
leaving me unwanted forever
Left there all alone
to be knocked over
or thrown
until i've shattered once more
so you just leave me on the floor
because i'm
too far gone,
yes, you made me
too far gone
and now no one will piece me back together.
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 4:00 PM UTC
Feeling numb saying words from the tip of my tongue.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 10:36 PM UTC
i might have become
h o l l o w
as the bottles i drank
numb
as my cold fingers
e m p t y
as the inbox on my phone
disoriented
as how this poem is typewritten
how much more naiveté
do i have to go through
in order to realize
because i know im hurting
yet i dont know how to explain the pain
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 10:18 AM UTC
broken fingers,
broken hearts
and lost loves
who will stay
forever hidden
in manhattan.
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC
she was correcting
one
by
one
all the mistakes of her past,
with an eraser and a pencil
in a bleak room painted clinical white.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 10:24 AM UTC