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Stop screaming my name, I don't want to hear you. End the pain, You're making me hate you. Stop bothering me, I don't want your whisper. Stop calling out for me, I want some peace for once. Get away, You weren't here. Why do you come back? Leave me alone for once, I don't need to hear you now. Now, my heart hurts, See what you've done? If you've just kept shut This wouldn't happen. Stop speaking and giving me The feeling of insane, You're making me fear Myself again.
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Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 7:32 AM UTC
Unnamed poem (Notebooks)
Last time I've seen you, Was over the cheapest wine, Through some thick smoke from a wanderer in the corner of the street Or was it through that bottle of wine Perhaps just inside my mind;
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Nov 23, 2020
Nov 23, 2020 at 11:57 AM UTC
Daydrunk hallucinations
seeing **** that isn’t there, hearing **** that isn’t real, memories can’t be trusted. the shadow people, that used to scare me, now long to be dusted. 9 pills down the hatch, 9 pills swallowed to cure me. they stick inside my throat, “They’ll start to work soon, Just be patient.” as they write another note. the doses start to increase, my tongue starts to spasm. my hands shake as well, i thought these things we’re supposed to heal me, instead I’m in living hell. “Benefits do outweigh the horrible side effects” is what the doctors say. so I keep on taking them, choking them down, every night and day. but the **** is still there, i can see it, and I can hear it too. its plain as day, staring at me. it’s as real as me and, wait. are you?
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Jan 29, 2020
Jan 29, 2020 at 9:01 AM UTC
Hallucinations (2019)
The sun sees through us, Star Eyes Awake, I become dazed Talking, they're speaking through me Of monsters that they chase Star Eyes, stuck in a blanket The darkness never ends Behold human perfection Here sanity descends Come find me in the ghost nets Thoughts stinking high with "mur-" Ignoring all the signs, let's Harm all that is with "-der"
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Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 8:52 PM UTC
Star Eyes: I'm Hallucinating, Dear
This strange Sun flower Turning vibrant colours And then to Black and white I don't know What I am see A hallucination.
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Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 2:09 PM UTC
Sunflower hallucinations
In a sea and mountain of liquid mercury One of the toxic elements There on top is a yellowwish Orangery topazy with Silver spheres Problebly baodings of varying sizes Is this a dream or did I take my meds
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Sep 1, 2019
Sep 1, 2019 at 10:15 AM UTC
Strange stone
In deep space A pill capsule Incasing a diamond Pulls part Reveaveling the diamond As if a star was Going supernova Again in deep space.
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Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 7:24 AM UTC
Pill
Darkness surrounds me There isnt another way to describe it I cannot hear anything But does that mean i am alone? A tail flicks past my eyes Fur tickles my legs Eyes burn red Basked in shadow Is that a man standing in the corner Looking at me with his Head tilted and smile wicked Or is it my imagination?
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Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 8:43 AM UTC
Idk
my anxiety is a shadow man he haunts my nights when I'm hallucinating waits in the hallways under my bed in the darkness reached out hand he wants to take me he wants to destroy my sanity
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Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 3:43 AM UTC
My Anxiety is a Moving Shadow
i see you looking at me, smiling at me; i see you everywhere. no, i'm not hallucinating. you're just on my mind thinking of how you look like so vivid like it's real.
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Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 1:12 PM UTC
1:10 am
He and she walk alone so young. So young he and she are. Without another's tender touch and tender kisses. Being without a loving, caring other; expressions desolved by war. They're still in the desert guarding buddies. They're still in war-torn towns. So young they are. Behind every house door lurks an unseen enemy. Every crevice in their home-sweet-home, a hidden device. Every patch of an American road hidden IED'S. Every turn,every corner,every glance,every walk, Every position, for some, a hand gun hidden in his or her belt. So well they learned their craft. Their home vehicles are now Hummvees. Their towns are now the unfriendly and foreign Middle East. They walk alone,these ANGRY ISLANDS, unto themselves they are... RW Dennen
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Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 2:11 AM UTC
These angry islands unto themselves