Psychosis Poems - Poems about Psychosis

When facts are misnomers and life is just numbers When the cards are stacked and our conscience is hacked When we elect kingpins The house always wins...

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In the quiet, darkened corners of the mind/ Where shadows stretch and twist, emotions bind/ Lies a land where peace is hard to find/ Admist the chaos, stress leaves us blind/ Psychosis weaves it's tale of fear and doubt/ Illusions bloom, and reasons fade out/ The world distorts, perceptions fall askew/ A fragile grip on reality breaks through/ Voices whisper secrets in...

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But the tv is off. But the window is closed. But I’m alone. A stranger’s voice, But strangers don’t scare me. I turn on the tv. Just in case I die. I like watching tv. I could die any time. Someone in that commercial could kill me. I bet he wants to. I change the channel. Stranger, stranger, and stranger. The light becomes stranger. Not deadly. Just churning and twisting. A...

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It's almost my birthday, and somehow I'm still here, barely, but breathing - after a year of mental carnage. Depression didn't knock, it broke in, set up camp in my chest, while psychosis turned the world into a funhouse mirror, bending truth until I didn't know what was real. I drowned in thoughts that tore like glass, sharper than anything outside my head, clawed...

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Delusion must be a comforting thing; To see the world just how you like. To give you purpose every day And let reality take a hike. But don't be troubled When I say that; Delusion Is just fine For the psychopaths and the egg shell brained, swimming in life's brine...

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“Psychotic hallucinations, whether they are visual or vocal, they address you. They accuse you. They seduce you. They humiliate you. They jeer at you. You interact with them.” Oliver Sacks This is not an illusive myth, this is my unspoken tale, woven in infernal syllables of sorrow, of how I lost my sanity~ once upon a blood moon, exhausted by the...

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I appear in the kitchen. My mom is smiling. How am I doing, -ing, -ing? Ring, ringing, -ing. My phone is crazy, so I drop it somewhere I’ll never find it. Something is cooking. Something, but not me. I appear out of the kitchen. I look into the kitchen as if it’s a painting, -ing, -ing, thinking, -ing, -ing… The cooking is crazy, and bubbling,...

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……Somewhere a lone survivor of a plane crash A man of sound and reason standing tall and proud. But a voice of lies and madness whispering words of doubt. His mind a fortress sturdy no shadows in the crowd. But a path of doom and darkness ...

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The whole room tumbles. Turning upside down. So that I am on the ceiling. And forced to analyze the space around me once again. I blink again. Then everything is right side up… Then I blink again. All the furniture is shifted just enough… So I am confused in some indefinable way. She walks in. Which causes me to...

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We have all noticed that things are getting bad again, I know things will get better, but I don't know when. While clutching at my arm As my blood transfused I first pressed the alarm Struggling to find the door while I felt confused I never intended to give Abby a fright, And only on my second night. While the ants crawl in...

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Somethings in my life are to complex to give expression to Somethings are too tense and tangled I contemplate on reasons and questions, beliefs and griefs' I keep them to my chest turning in my sleep Like a trinket, lockets or Kolesnikov's Cause at times they are too tender to surrender to time And other times they haunt and encircle...

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I like to pretend that I am extraordinary sometimes. The voices don’t always agree. But they promise to give me a million chances to become something amazing. But people are trying to distract me with sleep. And there is not enough time if I fall asleep! People who care about me are threatening me with their concern....

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Each day becomes more insane So you try to drive in every lane You don’t know your thoughts are not true Yet they leave you feeling so blue You’re told the worst things all day So to fight them you pretend to play You don’t understand why no one sees The crazy things in the trees It’s so obvious and...

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All I do is be set in some form of pandemonium. I'm sick of the same ripe, dull daily mind-numbing How will I be urged if I lose my equilibrium? Is life's symbiosis likely to be tedious scaling? Everything appears to me to be rendered nugatory. Similar to a grave where a covered body is decaying. With a...

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Through sin will I encounter- A scorching energy. What I need is to stay awake. So that my brain does not stop firing passion. If I close my reddened eyes. If I turn off my Demonic voice. I will be taken in my sleep. And sleep will I- With happy flowering fields that do not inspire. But...

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