#hallucinations

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  • prachi_33 41w

    Delusions and Dilemmas!

    Sometimes,
    I cover my ears to unhear the slow caused chaos!
    Sometimes,
    I close the running tap to hear them to know if they are for real!
    Sometimes,
    Hallucinations cover me up and grapple my mind!
    Sometimes,
    I feel nothing,not even the real ones existing and get entrapped in numbness!
    Sometimes,
    I feel so proud of myself,pour myself with plethora of self-love!
    Sometimes,
    I just stare into the space as everything in me falls to shreds to pieces and then to nothingness!
    Sometimes,
    I try distracting myself from the bitter reality!
    Sometimes,
    I try distracting myself from the dreamy reel fairytale where I find myself in the midnight!
    Sometimes,
    I self assure myself that everything will be alright!
    Sometimes,
    I feel this happiness and smile isn't permanent and I soon have to return to my own mere physical existence (only)over here!
    ©prachi_33

  • love_was_my_breath 62w

    I'm a bad guy , can't value people unless they leave me and I've become bad because of people who have left already !

    ©love_was_my_breath

  • ensymi_1329 67w

    Ship of Life

    My Ship is sailing
    in the Ocean of Hallucinations

    ©ensymi

  • kiera_ 68w

    Voices

    Am I the voice that I hear which says
    I'm worthless?
    I'm a burden?
    I'm selfish?
    Or Am I the voice that I hear which says
    I'm gonna be okay?
    Im beautiful?
    Or am I the voice that says
    I look ugly?
    I shouldn't eat?
    Im disgusting?
    Should I run away from these voices or
    Should I stay?
    Should I keep listening to them
    Just because it's my fate?
    Should I end this all at once?

    Who am I?
    ©kiera_

  • iheartlei 79w

    First voices

    Coincidence; Simplicity
    Just because it isn't so
    Doesn't mean it cannot be
    For false nor fiction
    I can hear telling.
    The truth beholders
    Are near and dwelling;
    In plain sight;
    Unseen by pairs.
    In glass you're bolder.
    In shine, true shares.

  • apple_brooklyn 79w

    @mirakee @writersnetwork @writersbay

    #pianoc #melody #hallucinations

    I wrote this piece keeping musical auditory hallucinations in mind. These are often found in the cases primary psychosis. Chrysanthemum is a symbol of death or final departure, monarch butterfly symbolises depressive thoughts ~

    Pitter patter against my window
    as unreachable heaven melts down;
    I desiderate for it to hush them,
    I wish that it could drown,
    The poignant melody breezing through my soul
    that mellifluous, haunting sound.

    In the clogged, chatty suburbs,
    In the busy, hustling town,
    In the quiet of the night,
    In the chirping of the dawn;
    I sense the honeyed notes
    dissolving in my ear,
    submerging my mind.

    Pitter patter against the glass shields
    as unreachable heaven melts down;
    I desiderate for it to wash away,
    I wish that it could drown,
    the tightness I feel in my chest,
    when I hear that ghostly sound.

    Hypnotizing cadence, it rises and falls,
    It plays with my heart like an old friend,
    Takes my hand in its own, takes me to the heights so tall,
    then pushes me off those cliffs like a fiend.

    Pitter patter against the lonely road
    as the unreachable heavens melts down;
    I desiderate for it to not to break my faith,
    I wish that it could drown
    the drowsiness enveloping my conscious
    when I finally hit the ground.

    Sometimes I wake up in the halls of tenebris,
    my hands tied above my head,
    my plain sight greeted with darkness,
    Am I the devil's guest?

    In the secluded corner, someone plays
    a tune of deep melancholy,
    I find my soul straying away
    in the moment of insanity.

    With every gentle tap against
    the black and white keys,
    my soul spirals down further,
    away from me, away from the world.

    Pitter patter against my roof
    as the unreachable heaven melts down;
    I desiderate for it to never return,
    I wish that it could slip away from the cracks now.

    As the Chrysanthemum blooms somewhere,
    in the sunny, well drained browns,
    the Monarch Butterfly flaps its wings
    towards the Sun and mounts
    the stairs up towards the azure sky,
    free falling, however, teaching the brink,
    for the heaven is unreachable,
    and it meets the nether souls
    as it rains down.

    The berceuse, final song of the moon,
    is composed of piano's mellow song.
    The last death knell, understandably profound,
    rings in my ear alike thousand bells,
    mind rises and swells,
    glazed eyes dropping their curtains for the last round.
    ©apple_brooklyn

    Mental health is one of the most prevalent topics in today's time. It's relevance lies in the increasing cases of patients suffering from mental issues and disorders. There is a stigma associated to this topic which leaves the patient's health to only spiral down. There is so much negativity in the society as well as in the media which frightens me to no extent. But still I wish everyone well and hope they find a safe for themselves, away from everything and anything toxic in their lives. Have a good day~

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    Drown

    Pitter patter against my window
    as unreachable heaven melts down;
    I desiderate for it to hush them,
    I wish that it could drown,
    The poignant melody breezing through my soul
    that mellifluous, haunting sound.
    ©apple_brooklyn

  • grotesque 92w

    Depression: 2.7

    The wintery morning is making my
    Dream frigid. I do not want to wake
    Up. They're telling me that my house
    Is a mess. The utensils are not washed.
    I do not care, though! I'm at your feet. You
    Tell me how much have you missed me?
    Do you think that I've grown old? Do you
    Even think of me, my love? I can hear mad
    Wind blowing outside. May be a rat is eating
    The left overs. I am busy dancing with you
    On a warm sunny day in my mind! Island it is.
    Baby, we are stranded here. Hey! Don't go!
    Please stay.

    How much do I have to wait till we
    Unite like this?? May be a damn whole
    Light year. Oh, I am so much in love
    With you. You make me so happy. Yet again
    My doorbell is ringing but I do not
    Want to leave you here alone! I cannot.
    Let's enjoy the sunrays on our skin for now.
    I love how you carry all the sun within you
    & act as if I am the bright one! I love you
    Forever. I do not want to wake up. Poison me
    If I leave. I am here. My soul is here.
    I am captivated by you and my mind is
    Playing games of darkness. My mind has the key
    To everything. Doorbell is disturbing us. Let's
    Escape! We never get a time like this. It's cold
    Outside but it's so warm inside. It doesn't end.

    ©grotesque

  • fantastic__poet 98w



    I died before I realized I was still alive, that it was just hallucinations, I thought your lips brushed against mine. But when I woke up, it was a nasty bug kissing my lips while I was taking a nap.
    ©fantastic__poet

  • anush18 100w

    I remember the day you left,
    Once you told me,
    "I don't like to hug people and bade them, for I know it's going to hurt me always"
    Me standing numb with watery eyes said,
    "What if the other one wants to hug or bade a goodbye?"
    You didn't consider me, I remember.
    But I still miss you.
    I miss the way you spellbind me whenever you're around.
    I still hate the ominous silence which was welcomed when you departed!

    And then I woke up and realized it was all in my hallucinations! That YOU never existed!

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    These violent delights have violent ends

    #mirakee #writerscommunity #pod #departure #endings #hallucinations
    P.c. to the rightful owner! The boy in that pic��

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    Departed!

    ©anush18

  • pseudipta 106w

    Hallucination

    Mysterious forces
    Spinning kaleidoscopic webs
    Consciousness betrayed

    ©pseudipta

  • _janedoe_ 109w

    I have heard a voice in my room.
    There is a glassy light that calls me to the Doom.
    Unpleasant odour is all I could smell,
    I've always hallucinated a ringing bell.

    Something walks in my closet,
    It comes to my bed and sings in my head.
    It stands near me and touches my legs.

    Bugs are crawling on my wounds,
    There is a lizard in my room.
    We are friends as she has proved,
    I look at her she looks at me,
    As I know she is a deadly creep.


    My mother is scared as I can see,
    She is tired after looking at me.
    She says "I'll be fine"
    But it's difficult to join the line.

    Join the line of reality and imagination.
    #Hallucinations#difficult_to_cop#novicepoet

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    Hallucinations

    ©_janedoe_

  • _husk_ 112w

    Imagination

    Memories are always
    unsettled,
    portraing some
    visual hallucinations
    that jolts you.
    Disillusioning the time
    of me being
    held hostage.
    This stupid encephalon
    started recreating
    every situations,
    with a disguise
    to the past.
    ©_husk_

  • onewish 115w

    dont get deceived
    by your heart or mind
    we cant even imagine
    how well they play

  • majoryry 120w

    How long

    Im stuck in a loop
    Where I sit and stare
    Running my mind
    While everything rewind

    Flesh captivated by the sounds
    Blood bound in your hand
    Tears falling down the stream
    Sweat glistening with fear

    When would this end
    A disease that came out of nowhere
    As the clock ticked with every sound I made
    Thoughts that weren't once sincere

    Knees scraped, feelings that were blue
    Knuckles that were once bruised
    A knife runs down my throat
    Whimpering the pain as needed

    How long will i be chained in this cell
    Bowing to the sounds of hell
    Heavens calling my name below the well
    How long will it be, until my soul is selled
    ©majoryry

  • ruchika26 121w

    Dreamt to lay twined
    in arms of thou,
    To lay hold of your love
    all by self,
    Perhaps, dreams were mere hallucinations
    You compelled me to believe.
    (You) Kept me in uncanny darklings,
    Doubted ignobility in my existence.
    Dolefully,
    I kept lurking in my own tears,
    Was delusional but the truth.
    Slouching gait seemed like a real buzz,
    Nonetheless,
    Being an oaf , I yearned,
    For your love,
    For your skin,
    For your touch,
    For your perks you got me laid,
    And at the edge,
    You've all of me
    Living but pitilessly dead !!
    :~Ruchika

    #dead #dreams #hallucinations #art @mirakee @writersnetwork @mirakeeworld #thoughts #poetry #diary #life #love

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    For your perks
    you got me laid,
    At the edge
    You've all of me,
    Living but pitilessly dead....️
    :~Ruchika

  • jyotishreedas 121w

    Hallucinations

    Dreams, magical,
    "They pierce my eyes with spells".
    Dreams, surreal,
    "May be they are déjà vus!"
    Dreams, horrendous,
    "Oh God, save me from evil".
    Dreams, incredible,
    "Why did I witness them?"
    Dreams, perfect,
    "I wish they could come true".
    ©jyotishreedas

  • marvelousm 127w

    Skitzotypal, Not Suicidal

    Skitzotypal, not suicidal
    Until old enough to be put in denial
    A recital, of things to know, things to believe
    Snapping at me, if my honesty refused to receive
    Their beliefs, on what they couldn't see
    "Mysterious" yet they're furious
    Try fervently to guide me, try me
    Tell me where my "talents" belong
    Yet they deceive themselves if they "know what it's like"
    "We all have our own strengths and weaknesses"
    It is not a weakness to see colour on words
    To see a mosiac spectrum to numbers and names
    So I never forget what they mean.
    It is not a weakness to be driven by intense curiosity to the heart of things.
    It is not a weakness to choose my few words carefully, and mean them sincerely, no matter the state I'm in.
    It is not a weakness to achieve cognition of any kind in rapid and strange ways.
    It is not a weakness to not want to be controlled or exploited or mocked.
    Because I'm useful
    Because my existence makes you uncomfortable, because I seem impossible
    Because I've read enough studies to know that I'm not
    And read between enough lines to know what purpose my undertide subconcious serves
    When I hear voices not there, or see bright outlines around details.
    It looks for these patterns,
    Because no one looked close at mine,
    Or the ones that followed around me.
    I've received more commands than compliments
    And more variety of them.
    I've been cat-called more than flirted with
    Stalked more than visited by people who care.
    I'm told to be quiet
    I'm good at it
    Once, I spoke only one-word responses for twenty-four days before anyone noticed.
    Being noticed meant being commented on.
    A quizzical criticism, an angry jeer
    I had to feel dangerous, to feel safe
    In a world of people who didn't care "having my best interests at heart"
    None who asked or observed what my interests or needs actually we're.
    I could believe no one on nothing
    If I had, I would have died.

    ~

    ©marvelousm

  • pacific 137w

    This is be *Part III* of something, I'm not sure what to call it yet. Check out the first part before reading this. You can do so using #hallucinations
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    Listening to my rambling the Seagull got lost in its thoughts. After thinking for a while it said, “You touched my heart, you really did. But I can't just let you go... You look so delicious. Okay, I'll make you an offer.” It looked at the ocean and then back at me and said, “I'll count down from ten and if you reach the ocean before the time runs out... I'll let you go.”

    “Okay, I'll try”

    It lifted its leg off my shell. I was free.
    10, it started counting.

    As soon as I heard him, I lifted myself with my three tiny flippers and I knew this is the only chance I'll get.

    9...

    My blood was full of adrenaline at this point, my heart beating faster than ever. I started walking, tumbling, falling... Moving towards the ocean.

    8...

    But as I was running, I wondered, what's the point. There's nothing I'll be able to do. What will I do once I get there? Where will I go, I have no one you turn up to.

    7...

    Maybe I should have just stayed there and been Mr Seagull's snack. At least I would have filled its stomach.

    6...

    Why did it let me go? I don't think I deserve this. But it gave me a chance, I can't let it go to waste now.

    5...

    Yes, I can't let this opportunity slide by. I will do everything I can to make it to the ocean. There's so much I want to do. I was crazy to think that there's nothing left to live for.

    4...

    The sandy ocean floor, the colourful corals...

    3...

    So many weird species to befriend, the haunted trenches...

    2...

    Shrimps... Aah the shrimps, I want them so bad...

    1...

    I'm almost there, come on...

    Time's up...

    It was over... It was all over. I couldn't make it. All this for nothing, I really am good for nothing. I stood there hating myself... Ready to get devoured. “Maybe I really do deserve to die,” I said as I looked back towards the Seagull.

    The beach was empty. I looked up towards the dark clouds... Nothing. It had disappeared. I was in shock, my tiny eyes were wide open. The rain had stopped now. The clouds started to dissipate allowing the starry sky to come forward. The ocean calmed down.

    Was the Seagull even there?
    Was all of it even real?
    Was it all just a figment of my imagination?
    Was it all in my head the entire time?
    Were my thoughts holding me back?
    Were my thoughts my captor?

    I was confused yet relieved. I didn't know if it really happened or was it just a hallucination... But I learnt something important that day... Something that will stick with me forever.

    I went ahead and caught a wave which took me back into the ocean. Now I was free to eat as many shrimps as I could... Only to realize that I hated its taste.


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  • pacific 137w

    This is be *Part II* of something, I'm not sure what to call it yet. Check out the first part before reading this. You can do so using #hallucinations
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    As I turned around to check what had happened, the cloud lit up. A lightning appeared right behind the thing which had held me back. It was so bright that all I could see was its silhouette. But that was enough for me to realize that it was my Nemesis, the Grim Reaper, the Death himself... The Seagull. It had its left leg firmly embedded in the wet sand while holding me with its right leg. There was a stark contrast between its white fur and its black beady eyes sitting on either side of its pointy yellow beak. Its eyes were locked on my tiny head. The sight was so terrifying that I sucked myself back into my shell and curled up in horror.

    The clouds roared. As the sound settled down, it said, “Hey little buddy, where are you heading?”

    “Home,” I said in a quivering voice.

    “And where is that?” It asked boldly.

    “The ocean up there,” I said still hiding in the shell.

    It looked up towards the ocean then back at me and said, “That's quite a distance. And the way you are moving, it'll take you ages.”

    “I know Mr Seagull, but I think I'll manage,” I said trying to sound brave.

    “Come on my little biscuit, don't be so formal. We are friends, aren't we?” It said.

    “I guess,” I said.

    “Of course, we are,” it said. “Let me help you then. I'll pick you up with my beaks and drop off gently into the ocean. Are you ready?”

    “I appreciate your help, I really do. But I can do it on my own.” I said even though I didn't believe that.

    I started shaking myself. The shell was wet due to rain and I easily slipped from my captor's grip. I started making my way to the ocean as fast as I could. I heard flapping oh what sounded like a giant pair of wings and within seconds I was lying flat on the beach.

    “Aren't you naughty?” said the Seagull. “You really think you can reach the ocean on your own. Come on now, don't make me laugh.”

    I went back into my shell quickly and said, “I won't know until I try.”

    “I know you can't. I mean, look at yourself. You are so tiny, skinny and so weak. And those little things, you call them flippers? Huh, please! And where's your fourth one... You only have three of them.” It said.

    “Hey, it's not my fault that I'm like this,” I said defending myself.

    “Yes... Yes, it is. You are pathetic. You parents... They left you here on this stranded beach. You friends, they left you too. They all knew how worthless you are and left you. You are alone in this big dark world... You have no one to support you, to cheer you, to fall back on. You really think you can survive.”

    “I don't know if I can survive Mr Seagull... I don't know.” I said with tears in my eyes. “Yes, I know I'm worthless, I know I don't have anyone, I know everyone left me and will continue to leave me. I know I'm just a burden on everyone... I know!”

    “Exactly, you are just a burden which others have to carry. And that's why they abandon you. There's nothing left for you in this world. I don't know why you even bothered to come out of your egg.”

    “You are right. I never should have left my egg. But now I have and I don't know what to do. Maybe I should just kill myself. Yeah, that's right. That way I won't be a burden... I won't be pathetic.”

    “That's right. You know what if you are going to kill yourself, why not be of some use. I could really use a tasty treat right now. I mean there's nothing left for you to live for.”

    “I guess you are right,” I said as I was preparing myself to get eaten. I didn't know what to say. It was true, all of it. I was alone... I was pathetic. There was nothing left for me in this world.

    “You know Mr Seagull, there were so many things I wanted to do. I had planned so many things while I was in my egg,” I said.

    “Really?” It asked curiously. “What were your plans?”

    “I wanted to learn many things. While I was in my egg, I heard others talk about how beautiful the ocean is. I wanted to see it. Did you know there are deep trenches all over the ocean floor? They say it's haunted. I wanted to visit them too. I wanted to taste shrimps. They say it's delicious.”

    Listening to my talk the Seagull got lost in its thoughts. After thinking for a while it said, “You touched my heart, you really did. But I can't just let you go... You look so delicious. Okay, I'll make you an offer.” It looked at the ocean and then back at me and said, “I'll count down from ten and if you reach the ocean before the time runs out... I'll let you go.”

    “Okay, I'll try”

    It lifted its leg off my shell. I was free.
    10, it started counting.

    9...

    8...


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  • pacific 137w

    This will be *Part I* of something, I'm not sure what to call it yet. Recently I was high... On meds not drugs... same thing technically and I was hallucinating... dreaming... I don't know. I hope you like it.
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    It was dark. I could hear the ocean buzzing with its enormous strength. The waves, crawling gently but steadily towards the shore and then crashing down with all its might. It was raining. The ice-cold water droplets from heaven, sent vibrations throughout my whole body as they splashed onto my exterior body shell. I could feel, on my soft underbelly, the coarse grains of sand giving me belly scratches. It felt good. I could smell the raindrops, making tiny craters in the sand, quenching its thirst, releasing the hidden earthy fragrance, the petrichor... mixed with the salty air. It reminded me of home. The ocean, it was calling me... I wanted to fly around its deep calm ocean floors... Swim rapidly through the gaps between the corals, more colourful than the rainbow... Enter the large schools of fishes, disturbing their synchronized dance. I wanted to flap my flippers... feel the salty water rushing past my face. I wanted to go home.

    I wish life were that simple. Amongst the melodious soothing sounds of the waves on the sand and the chilly peaceful rain, there was something else. A sound so cacophonic, so scary, it sent a chill down my spine. It was a Seagull. I could hear it flapping its wing amidst the rain. It had its eyes locked on me just like a missile locked on its target. Its gaze, so sharp and penetrating that it pierced my outer shell and reached my inner soft squishy body. Its claws, ready to snatch me off the beach. Its beak, ready to break my hard exterior, just to get to the tasty meat inside. It was an absolute predator and I... was its prey.

    There was only one thing which I could have done to survive this imminent death. I had to reach the ocean before killer swooped in. I was scared. I gathered all my guts and took my head out of the shell to check up on the situation. I felt the raindrops tracing the curves of my face. The sky was dark, covered with grey clouds. But behind that grey canopy, there was a white sphere floating high up in the sky peeking through holes, little windows in those clouds… it was the moon. The ocean had a huge streak of light, a reflection of the moon which danced according to the waves underneath. It was serene.

    But something was disturbing this peaceful atmosphere. It was flying in circles right above me... Its eyes were fixated on me, gawking at me. It was prepared to dive in and fulfil its hunger. I, on the other hand, was not ready for that. I had dreams, ambitions, goals I wanted to achieve, things I wanted to see, places I wanted to visit and of course, fishes I wanted to eat. I had to survive... I had to escape this... I had to reach the ocean. But there was a great distance between me and the shoreline. I was tired. I had just broken the cage where I was trapped in for months... I had just come out of my egg. But there was no other option, I had to complete this daunting task… I had to go home.

    I took my flippers... which I only had three of, out of my protective shell and placed it firmly on the beach. The grains of sand were pricking my delicate flippers like tiny shards of glass. I was ready to run. But as I shifted my body weight, the ground underneath me slipped. I used my other flipper to balance myself, but it slipped again. It kept happening and in no time, I was moving. It was less of a run and more of a waddle, but I was definitely closing in the gap.

    So, with all my might, I pushed harder and started to move faster. I was halfway there and I heard a loud thud... I was flat on the ground. I flapped my flippers but I couldn't move. It was as if someone kept a heavy weight on my shell... As if something was holding me back. My heart was beating fast... Faster than a kid running from a stray dog, a horse running in a derby or an antelope running from a cheetah. I could feel the heart beats in my shell, reflecting back and forth from the sandy beach.

    As I turned around to check what had happened, the cloud lit up. A lightning appeared right behind the thing which had held me back. It was so bright that all I could see was its silhouette. But that was enough for me to realize that it was my Nemesis, the Grim Reaper, the Death himself... The Seagull. It had its left leg firmly embedded in the wet sand while holding me with its right leg. There was a stark contrast between its white fur and its black beady eyes sitting on either side of its pointy yellow beak. Its eyes were locked on my tiny head. The sight was so terrifying that I sucked myself back into my shell and curled up in horror.


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