Best Paranoid Poems

Everybody says I'm paranoid they all think I'm crazy
They all smile to my face but they'd like to see me die
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It‘s crazy to think one could describe them—
Calling on reason, fantasy, memory, eves and ears—
As though they were all alike any more
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Come unite, you misfits of the shelter dark
For tonight we stand together as one
And if we let our demons become a pale ghosts
Then for a single moment we have won
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On the wild side, she lives,
no love in her heart to give.
She walks the streets of Calgary.
Eyes protrude with deep dark circles,
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Readers:

This is NOT a single poem written by me. It is a collection of poems, mostly by other poets. I have been putting together usually-monthly-showcases for years. This years' problems on P-H (which continue to a lesser degree) have caused me to miss several months and now I MAY have two smaller (than usual) showcases in the same month, as I did last month in June.
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(for Mr. Kawsar, my friend)

Dear, won’t we walk hand to hand....
this evening’s tiresome travel,
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Afterwards, I found him alone at the bar
and asked him what went wrong. It's the shirt,
he said. When I pull it on it hangs on my back
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On The Outside

At home alone - kids visiting
you asleep, Carine called, she
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You look at me, as though,
I am a butterfly in a Bell Jar
I have noticed you staring through
Yr window, watching me getting my mail
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Pain in my feet
With pincushion fingers.
Blurred double vision,
Exhaustion that lingers.
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Damn hot morning, the sun popped in
Its rays passed on my window, blinded my eyes in dim
Waking up late at the very first time
Chirping sounds of birds irritated my ears, alright.
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We all saw it as a wave of the future
With the hope that peace and love would come to pass
Little did we know - that the tides would be altered
Life - like loose change - coming all too fast;
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A Voyage Where Adventure Must Invite:
Off Mega-Hurts (MHz) - - - - thru Giga-Bites (Gbyte)
And Reboots, Resets and Reduced – Sites
… into CyberSpace’s Secret – Flight…
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And every year
the Ghaghra changes course
turning over and over in her sleep.
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The daily visit of the Sweeper,
Pushing the cart with dust bins.....
What a welcome sight;
Soon the garbage;
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Ok, I'm not paid to think (like the TV shouting heads) , I have no real voice (vote) , and certainly no credentials - but I'm as invested in America as any high-school citizen can be - I've pledged allegiance 3000 times (hhmmm.. do they doubt our loyalty?)and when it comes to loving America I'd have to say my classmates and I are at the center of the spell.

I'm afraid we're growing up in the age of hate.. the age of phony outrage where each position large or small is high noon and violence is underfoot even when policing ordinary citizens.
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A Paranoid Humanoid
In Outer Space
Inner Space,
Only Place
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When I was a bit too young to understand it well
An Irish family’s prince held the American Throne
He wished us to the moon before it all went to hell
And left a nation mourning and weeping for its own
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I picked him up-
just released from
mental health treatment-
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Paranoid thoughts
of a world in greed
People trying to be better
Than the one next door
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'The entire world already knows
That we water- boarded the prisoners'
The entire world also knows that
Our police shot the unarmed man
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Why is it that one's mind can be all confusion,
With senses reeling in a blurred illusion,
One's thinking, cotton wool,
They're thinking, 'what a fool',
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Federal Bureau of Investigation,
More like 'Families Broken by Interrogation.'
In courts we are said to be lying while under oath.
The government agents say their own lying truth.
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Original State...

Can you feel it?
the breeze,
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O what a tangled web we weave
When we choose to deceive
Or to be deceived
We need to realise that we receive
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Scare Crow, Mad Hatter,
McDonald's, getting fatter,
Pierced nipples, pink hair,
World ending, don't care,
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There she goes again, staring at me with those eyes,
A sense of evilness, as she stares over time,
Sitting, waiting, just like a clock,
No nerves, no sweat, never scared, TICK TOCK.
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I asked the shirtless moon,
when will you wear the cloud? What
happens when a paranoid calls the sun?
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They're drawing us in
By their subtle design,
Desiring to know
What's your and what's mine.
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You woke up in terror, bursting from earth
Escaping from hell of your inferno's cradle
A phoenix of steel, that claws through red skies
Crawling upwards with lightning momentum
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There is a thaw in the cool air
Rings of smoke veer towards
The void. Scribbled lines are
Illegible, from a mind deeply
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Don't drop that bomb we're begging you please
We're pleading on our bended knees
We feel like we're in prison
Soon our souls will all be risen
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Somehow I would like to live a life I am not really living
through my poetry. Because sometimes, I feel like I am
not really living at all. That this was some sample life, some
tester for me to understand something quintessentially fallen
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She's known for her kindness,
She's known for her looks,
always wears a smile,
always with a friend,
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I hate schizophrenia-
Spending months in a locked ward,
Pacing up and down low piled carpeted halls
Between therapy groups, and those nothing to do weekends.
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She's locked herself in the bathroom and it's going on day three
I keep trying to reach her, but I fail to set her free
The drugs takes over, and capture her in paranoid state
Mixing with the fear it becomes the offense for her hate
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I’m here, standing alone.
Everything has changed, all blown

Where would I go, to find peace again.
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The earth, played out, seems forged with fear,
It bristles, stiffens, slowly fades
With introspection. Through the blear,
In our unease we move, bowed heads;
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I lost my heart today-
when I tripped over the curb
somewhere between mainstream reality
and incoherent dreaming
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My tongue is like a viperous snake
Waiting to latch onto a nervous victim
Who senses my evil mood of paranoid defensiveness
But still she walks slowly into the room.
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His veiled threats became clear to the world
As he visited many hippie halls
His paranoia ruled his every thought
While his delusions of grandeur cast a pall...
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Crack, a new drug hit the streets.
To some, it is an awesome treat.
The fee is not very high to pay.
Unfortunately, your life, crack
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Forced…driven into fearful huts, our men were never born.
Drones protected by raped mistresses who existed filled
With the horror of scorn. Under lined gloves lived a future
never to be.
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The idiotic musings
Of a paranoid fascist
I could not hold you
Even if I was born to
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I'll always wear a mask,
Even when shopping online.
Call me foolish even irresponsible,
Or just simply asinine.
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Are you scared of the
unforeseen hidden in the darkness?

Are you paranoid by the
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Still I fall...
Having a reason to repent from myself
Not again did I
Thought I'd wished the moon for you
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It's just my eye that you can see,
Come closer now, can you see me?
I'm locked in here against my will,
They tell me I am very ill.
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Remember the gate that
i had around my heart? ?
i think...well i feel like its broken
the barrier i had up long ago
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Remind me
Of promises, i left unkept
Lest i kindle a rage that burns beyond my age
Remind me
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‘Why did you choose me Mummy’?
I might ask you the same....
‘Why did YOU choose me? ’
I muse in quiet contentment.
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Loving you is something that kills me inside
Deep down the real me squirms and hides
It so hard to not care to pretend I hate
Being with you is like going against fate
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THEY, watch me every place I go
ARE, the locks on the window?
TRYING, to get through my door
TO, end my life forevermore
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I feel it.

I feel it lying in my pocket,
I reach in and grab it,
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This poem is epic
so I named it so
it's more epic than wind and snow
which are in there own respects quite epic
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We are so controlled
that we cannot
act until we
are told what to do.
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THE ETERNAL QUESTION

She was just a child, really,
A girl of sixteen,
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Paranoid..........

Personality
Aetiology
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Lemonade rains from a red tin ceiling
Dripping onto junk mail caked into piles
as sad ink runs down to rainbow rivers
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reason why muscle mafia CIA paranoid fears
disproportionally target fragile electric voice artists
polarizing figures fighting freedom campaigns
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gremlins
in my server
again today
no internet
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Close the door on the outside world
paranoid tentacles can only reach so far-
Like a dog on a chain.
Warnings used to come to us through burning
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At 52 Minnie Weiss needed love
to be loved
perhaps more than any woman
I’d ever known
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I met my 2nd wife
at a Howard Johnsons
outside Daytona Beach.
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How many times have we
thought of a name from our past?
A name that will not leave
our spare moment thoughts
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Oh, I'm so neurotic,
Have I remembered to take my antibiotic?

They're plotting to label me paranoid,
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A boy in a bright blue hoodie
​i​s on the shoulder of the freeway​
apparently walking, though the cars
​p​ass by so quickly, he is only a blue blip
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Once existed a cute puppy in street
Who used to jump, sing and dance with his fleet

But up there in sky someone was jealous
And people say his ways are mysterious
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Imagine an obscure somebody running
Running and running alone...
'Who? ', if you can't guess, struggling
To find his road or path too- then
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He speaks like a baby
So incoherently
He smiles like devil
So very damn evil
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O the oppressive thought police can read our minds.
On surveyed airwaves, we detect the warning signs.
They proliferate in the East and in the West.
They put paranoid populations to the test.
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Why do people take delight in nurturing
all things negative, in propagating every
damning word that was said to them
in confidence?
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Rage beneath every smile
Hate cements the wall of every house
Fury corrodes and burns
Green patches of love long gone
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A sound of silence
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Silence that distant sound
Speaks volumes of variety
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I am looking ahead as so many are following behind me
Everyone's hands reaching out to hurt me somehow-
I feel are manipulating my thoughts-
People looking ahead and so many following behind me
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Scary movies,
You can watch ‘em
Get scared,
Feel paranoid,
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I loved you too much
The fault was entirely my own
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Years pass, as music notes they come and go
Adagio… fortissimo… legato…
Yet in that old studio
I still hear the echoes of long ago
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To be born like this; Sexually apprehensive
Feelings of shame at others embarrassment
Their tight improper jeans moulded
To pipes of skinny flesh; lumps
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A scion marked from Old Lizzies Hand
Collar trim, with an axe potent grand
Butcher sister, to Mrs Kotche’s intellect
Calculate the sums of the souls she collects,
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In face and feature, line and grace,
a beauty like few others.
The first blush of her youth now past
Found her a wife and mother.
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I have been told,
that I've have grown old,
before my time,
am next in line,
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When at last you have become aware deep down yourself
and of the people whom require at last some mental health
be serviced, come to services
and you have at least one personality disorder
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This is a story of the day of the dead
The day they rose from their boxed-up beds
There was fire and smoke
And blood and corpses
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Born in a place
that no longer exists.
Life's been a blur,
a long lonely trip.
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Happy, finally
~
Happy, finally
Now in a better situation
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They’re cutting my lines
They’re capitalising my titles
They’re removing my symbols
They’re censuring my poems
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Someone is spying on Phillip K Dick
They're not the great Whale of Moby Dick
Voyer of science fiction in a clowns mask
Island of Tibetan monks
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I have travelled far and wide,
I have seen the world, every conflict,
Every aggression, pride and every side,
I don't know who I agree with,
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Alas, I felt like Robinson Crusoe;
Or Linda Wolfe without a Trousseau;
Like Vincent Van Gogh without a brush,
A manic turtle in a rush;
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Egoistic is believing only in oneself,
got no one to rely on but own self.
often one becomes a paranoid,
in his mind... thoughts of others is devoid.
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This tale describes how Israelites all grumbled
at God and Moses in the wilderness.
Although they all by biting snakes were humbled,
God cured them by a magical process
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There was a short man
sitting in front of me
on the train this morning
having an interview on his cell phone
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Huddled in a corner, her eyes
opened wide;
sits a little girl, trying to
hide.
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George and Gordon (not
Lord Byron) went
dashing thru the snow from
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i should of kept my mouth shut
things will never be the same again,
im sorry for what i've done to you
i know im the one to blame,
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Why is it so hard for people to admit flaws?
Of themselves; Of their families
Neglection? Seclusion?
Let me break the mold
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You're my something in the way,
You're the darkness in my heart,
You're the voices in my head,
You're my anti-muse.
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