Maybe paranoia has a point / A person cannot be without there shadow
Just because you are Paranoid / It doesn’t mean they are “not” / out to get you.
I little warped humor
Fortune had bestowed upon me susceptibility to dermatological / disease.
A short story from a book called “Croak & Grist”, published by Paroxysm Press.
She lived in a house, an old house in which only true people should live. It was a beautiful house, with high broken windows & dark crum…
An experiment in the 150 word limits of flash fiction
all light is filtered through the haze / knife edge sheets of night sediment / painted pale to contrast / the humbling depths of staring dar…
when i was a child, there was a malevolent presence in my home. at night it would stir and creep about the house.
His head was aching and the buzz seemed to be growing in intensity. ‘It must be the wine!’ he thought but he knew it wasn’t.
The next installment to this story is The News
Till recently / you could / spot the abc boys
paranoid conspiracy theory
My thoughts just carry on / Shut up! Go on! / But they just carry on / No More! I’m tired … / But they go on and on.
Serenity,drunken,bruised,deranged,someone hurt me.. so i know that i feel / Ruiner…love me so i know it was all my fault
Is love true or another chance to be hurt again…...
How can I be killed / If I’ve never had a life / How can I be hurt / If my blood has never spilled
ooh its dark!!!
What we’ve been trying to find / is a waste of our time. / We’re sitting in a bind, / and hey, I’m waiting for you to chime in. / For you to …
Written while in South Oaks for anxiety, paranoia, and audible psychosis / This chronicles my six-day stay.
Part Two: Gulf Two Piñata Alan had never understood people who devoted their lives to science. Especially weird, abstract areas of sci…
Warning: strong language / A story about a young man who flees to a parallel universe after his world comes under attack. It describes the experience of being trapped in a dark, enclosed space for days on end, and is supposed to invoke a sense of menace and foreboding. I’m not sure if I’ve succeeded there, so any feedback would be welcome.
Dear Diary… Things have just got so much worse!
I’m not quite sure with this one, I don’t think I have expressed the fear enough…a definate first draft.
Straight ahead of me is a giant mouse, standing upright like a human, wrapped like a mummy. It isn’t moving, neither are the seven or so …
A short walk through a place I hate.
I think people really need to think hard on this issue …
A couple of very interesting views on the Human Microchip that the Governments of this world want people to have inserted.
I chose this life, I’ll play the game until I’m out / Then buy back in, so self assured, / without a doubt, without a thought or worry.
We’re all ultimately responsible for our own choices and paths. Even the clearly insane can’t blame Ethel down the street for the fact they stole graham from acounts’ car. It’s too easy to blame anyting but ourselves sometimes. What are we so scared of? what’s the worst that could REALLY happen? Am I unwell, or am I just a manipulative, deceptive bitch with a ‘get out of jail free’ card? / Answers on a postcard ha
Your dim innuendos horrify me when spoken aloud / The bad credit of my life feels like a brainwashing of the crowd
This is not intended to be disrespectful to anyone who has experienced paranoia and/or mental illness, but for myself, I often find when I am in self-denial it is easier to have associations of persecution in an unfair reality than is otherwise the case with my world view. The amusing Harvey Danger song Flagpole Sitta covers this aptly for me / _________ / I had visions, I was in them, / I was looking into the mirror / To see a little bit clearer / The rottenness and evil in me Fingertips have memories, / Mine can’t forget the curves of your body / And when I feel a bit naughty / I run it up the flagpole and see who salutes / (But no one ever does) I’m not sick, but I’m not well / and I’m so hot ‘cause I’m in hell Been around the world and found / That only stupid people are breeding / The cretins cloning and feeding / And I don’t even own a TV Put me in the hospital for nerves / And then they had to commit me / You told them all I was crazy / They cut off my legs now I’m an amputee / Goddamn you I’m not sick, but I’m not well / And I’m so hot cause I’m in hell / I’m not sick, but I’m not well / And it’s a sin, to live so well I wanna publish ‘zines / And rage against machines / I wanna pierce my tongue / It doesn’t hurt, it feels fine / The trivial sublime / I’d like to turn off time / And kill my mind / You kill my mind / Mind… Paranoia, paranoia / Everybody’s comin’ to get me / Just say you never met me / I’m runnin’ underground with the moles / Diggin’ holes / Hear the voices in my head / I swear to God it sounds like they’re snoring / But if you’re bored then you’re boring / The agony and the irony, they’re killing me, whoa! I’m not sick, but I’m not well / And I’m so hot cause I’m in hell / I’m not sick, but I’m not well / And it’s a sin to live this well / (One, two, three, four!)
why don’t you stop / stop peeking in places where you know i will see you / stop putting yourself into my mind again. / why don’t you releas…
sometimes we dont’ realize how much something hurts until part of the hurt shows its face once again…
So deserted, so lonely with dim light of the moon barely scraping through the frosted window…
tense and emotional. some have inner fears…
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