Best Psychotic Poems

Fury unleashed
By an Enlightened soul.
Future unfolded,
But she's not a fool.
Twilight has come,
And the passage is true:
What comes with the day,
In the night remains too.
She prays 'tis a dream;
She hopes to soon wake.
If not to be so,
May her dawn never break.
Screaming and pleading,
Her most humblest desires;
Her...

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PSYCHOTIC JOURNEY
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


Feeling really beat,  I went to bed early last night
Suddenly awakened feeling something’s not right
There was total darkness, I was not in my room
Lying on a cold flooring, with a feeling of doom
Hearing moans and murmurs the sounds of pain
Someone close...

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I talk to myself in many voices
Having conversations with myself
Answering my own questions
Thinking it is something else
The mind can play tricks
If you let it

It can convince you of anything
The conscious and subconscious mind
At times feels separate
From each other
Not connecting as well as it could be
A...

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Buried deep in psychosis it rotted
All the while it schemed and it plotted
   When faced with the truth
   Its responses uncouth
The nature of it had been spotted...

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We drove for hours with no motel in sight
We rejoiced to see the vacancy light

   Bates Motel seemed deserted
   Its manager perverted

At least we had a bed to spend the night

He gave us the key to room number one
Suggested a shower...

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So overwhelmed in my Mind's bleak realm;
A mental dungeon where I am bludgeoned...
I lose control; release the helm-
(I have no strength; can barely function)

Beguiled by trials, my thoughts defiled-
Trying tortures, they compound- compile!
I lament this long torment,
And ponder if the pain's worthwhile...

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In my head, things aren’t always right,
Darkness looms, threatening to cover the light.

There was a time, when all was muddled and completely askew,
The madness reigned, constantly recreating itself anew.

At times I thought my mind was connected, to everyone in the world,
Their hopes, dreams and fears,...

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Plummeting void of primitive desire
All is passion and idolism
An existential angst, consuming your thoughts
What meaning is there behind "the one"?

You're a caveman deep down
Starved for attention
Feeling nothing
And everything


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Note: this poem is the combined result of two "five-minute-write" challenges (below).

[Write about an emotion: Neutral]
Infinitely white, plummeting...

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Every day I'm battling depression just trying to get my number straight
World on my shoulders so how could I be under weight?
Stopped taking anti depressants, cause they made me feel worse
Gave them a fair shot but I was still hurt
If I get one more prescription...

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a psychotic mind
can manipulate itself
all hours of the day...

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Trump Psychotic and Neurotic

Word was either absurd or paradoxical
Far from consistent or also methodical
Not feeling permanently put in place
But with wild hair and a foolish face.

If he set good example and did compare
Trump would soon realize everywhere
People are all likeable and very friendly
Even those young...

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Given a chance to live my bad dreams
I'd like to break the law of the man
Living absolute freedom
Like there's no life waiting tomorrow
Sick of the same old routines 
I want to relinquish my dark side
To see how far I can be an evil
In a place...

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THE PSYCHOTIC ENEMY
The hourglass is the enemy
The psychotic killer worm
That slowly takes our energy
And bring a cold in drum

The hourglass is the enemy
The merciless ever present mirror
That reflects with such energy
An image of total horror

It makes us wonder and wish
We could be children again
And see...

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to carry a name
the fame proceeds,diff'rent needs
penned down aggresion...

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Jumbled and distractedly jarred,
I awoke beside myself like a wraith,
a spectator to my primal confusion,
hamstrung by the goddess Chaos,
psychotic and frightfully broken.

Drifting through scrambled shrapnel,
a witness to my scrappy scrabble salads
chasing my fleeting thoughts.
I was an ineffectual phantom weeping 
wounded windswept in the rain,
 a...

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