She blinked her eyes open, something moist and sticky coating her eyelashes, not allowing her to open them fully. She was confused, in some sort of delirious haze, not recognizing her surroundings. A dim, green light shone overhead, and her stomach hurt; a sharp, stabbing pain. She noticed a strange figure approaching, and as it got closer she could make it out. She screamed, of course in vain.
Kaela
She’s crazy. Completely and utterly mental, in every single way you could ever imagine a human being to be. A wild mane of hair flows around her face, down way past her wast, completely untameable. A wide, almost manic grin is spread across her face almost constantly. From her mouth is a constant stream of the most ridiculous, absurd nonsense you will have ever heard, making sense to nobody but her. And yet somehow, I’m in love with her. Maybe I’m the delirious one.
Morgan
Being emotional was like being drunk, brandon hated doing it and it always left him feeling so uncontrolled. Physical vulnerability he could handle. the limp on his left ankle still left him able to kick ass, but emotional limps? Forget it.
I am so happy that I am almost delirious. What made me delirious is the sight of my son laughing laughing with all his heart’s content. I know it is not the exact definition of delirious, but I don’t know why this came to my mind.
Audee
i was delirious with guilt.hysterical. It overwhelmed me and invaded every aspect of my life. I tried to get over it– sober myself up with heavy metal or a horror story from the Sunday newspaper. But no matter what, the damnation was felt from the inside out. I could barely breathe anymore.
Whenever you wrap your arms around me, I am delirious. The thoughts in my head just swirl around and I can’t even begin to form a coherent sentence. You make everything fade away. It is a feeling that I’ve never before experienced, this delirium of love. I never want it to end.
the wheat heads swayed in a haze
a summer storm’s afterthought was sweeping through the area
a farmer sighed into the wind
the eddies were delirious, drunk on hot air
and the shouts of men going to war.
I woke up in the middle of night. I didn’t know what woke me, but I wasn’t quite feeling right. I was quite delirious. The room was spinning and I had no spacial sense at all. There was someone there though. Someone that I didn’t know. It was a man. Probably about 6 feet tall, ans quite broad.
Bryan
I was delirious in love. Lost in the brine of sheets. Every day after would be utter sanity.
Medicine Bear
delirious is the word that I not know which is, but I make
leiz
She was delirious. Threw all my shit around the apartment before I even had a chance to walk through the door and explain myself. I mean, I guess she wasn’t all that crazy — what I did may have been crazier. But that bitch needed to act like an adult, not like a child.
Anisha
delirious, this word can be used in many ways, to express joy,pain or any type of emotion
Jennifer England
Delirious i am Delirous
so delirious I’m drowning it’s a deluge
and where do i go
where does she go
down
the
drain of sweat and tears and lust and fallen friends
and lovers and broken promises
and burnt hair and bruises
–things not seen
Dave lay on his futon, staring at the ceiling. Deliriously happy at the thought of reconnecting with his daughter, his mind raced to create conversations with her that would fit his “cover” of a potential boyfriend, so that his wife would not find out they had reconnected. At the same time, his wife lay in her bed, coughing, feverish, and at times delirious herself, but completely aware that soon, she would have to surrender herself to a hospital bed, and her children to her mother’s care.
tonykeyesjapan
i was too happy
probably delirious
from being with you
The infamous delirious feeling of falling heads over heels in love with someone is probably the most desired thing to me now seeing how that kind of sensation got
tobe
Bored
fasya
Memories. Disappearing. Start. Stop. Lights. Very bright. Spinning Round and round. And round. And round. AND ROUND.
Isha
She’s got pheasant-laughter,
leaving her at once and
bubbling on a stove.
(The stars leap off the world,
she says, and she follows
in a ring-neck because it seems
the proper thing to do.)
There’s a simple way to be delirious when taking over the ship and looking for fish on the high seas. There’s another way forward when you put whiskey into the mix, and look for solutions in the waves, the clouds and the storms that approach.
I sit at my desk and laugh, laugh laugh, my mind wandering in the depths of darkness. How dare he question me. How dare he think I am weak. I will prove them wrong. I will prove them all wrong! By god with this knife of mine I will kill them all. Weak, they say.
Mara
I feel myself spinning, water round my head, sand beneath my feet, and a drunken song spinning, spinning. Calm. One moment of quiet, and and suddenly I know the definition of contrast. Peace, delirious, drunk.
Tormented by the unrelenting heat and delirious from the lack of food and water, her body at last crumpled beneath it’s own weight; she met the ground knees first, the scalding sand like sandpaper on her sun-reddened skin.
My head reels. I throw another pillow in Lucy’s direction. Her shrieking giggles echo in my head. It’s a little too late for this, and we’re both past breaking point. I am giddy. I think we had too many skittles. :)
With you, I’m high
eyes glazed over with affection
stumbling into you
unaware of my surroundings
words slowly form, thoughts even slower
one hard hit of you
and i’m delirious
love sick
Leah B
She laughed madly, tripping and stumbling over the roots at our feet. Pomegranate juice spilled down her cheeks, staining her white blouse with the vivid color. I was equal parts horrified and in awe of the beauty of it all. She amazed me, all wicked and glorious. It was hard to think of her as the same girl who quietly sat at the back of the classroom, doodling on the cheap wooden desk lid and flicking her dark hair back whenever the teacher called her name. Well, maybe it shouldn’t have been.
Kiki
Mom if you think i am going to wear that you are delirious. No sweetie i just love this dress and you i am not crazy (delirious)
mlp
You wake me, I’m all greens and yellows
softening glows become violent beams
and those yellows shatter into brilliant whites
that shock my vision, break my dreams;
I give you a smile, like I know what I’m doing
when I’m not aware fully of what is going on
and you look at me, lovingly, awaiting my kisses
and roll over before too long.
“Who said she was just sick?” roared Wendy. “She’s delirious! She counts the cracks in the walls from her bed! She keeps talking about birds made of snow in the window! Either her fever is worse than the doctor measured, or she’s gone completely out of her mind!”
The yelling disturbed Sarah, who whimpered and hid behind my thigh.
Belinda Roddie
a skin the shade of apple pie crust
violet eyes blending into the yellow sky
a shade of lavender becoming one with the
sunshine, the lemonade to the clouds of ice
staring like the inside of her head is the most interesting place in the universe
skin the shade of apple pie crust
violet eyes blending into the yellow sky
a shade of lavender becoming one with the
sunshine, the lemonade to the clouds of ice
staring like the inside of her head is the most interesting place in the universe
Aura
She looked up. The sky was warped through the waves of the surface of the ocean, but the colors overwhelmed and seemed to come alive with movement of the water.
Every morning i wake up and feel it.
the way we skirt around each other tiptoeing through the day
i walk to class. i sit in class. i get my degree
Bekah
His head swam with fever, barely clinging to consciousness. The blow had fallen, and with it his hope and grip on reality. He pressed a damp palm to his forehead and grimaced, the pain coming in waves from all sides.
There were floating castles. They were pink, no green. Wait maybe they were blue. He didn’t care anymore. Watching the colors shift were making him dizzy. He wondered where he was. He felt hot and miserable.
She blinked her eyes open, something moist and sticky coating her eyelashes, not allowing her to open them fully. She was confused, in some sort of delirious haze, not recognizing her surroundings. A dim, green light shone overhead, and her stomach hurt; a sharp, stabbing pain. She noticed a strange figure approaching, and as it got closer she could make it out. She screamed, of course in vain.
She’s crazy. Completely and utterly mental, in every single way you could ever imagine a human being to be. A wild mane of hair flows around her face, down way past her wast, completely untameable. A wide, almost manic grin is spread across her face almost constantly. From her mouth is a constant stream of the most ridiculous, absurd nonsense you will have ever heard, making sense to nobody but her. And yet somehow, I’m in love with her. Maybe I’m the delirious one.
Being emotional was like being drunk, brandon hated doing it and it always left him feeling so uncontrolled. Physical vulnerability he could handle. the limp on his left ankle still left him able to kick ass, but emotional limps? Forget it.
I am so happy that I am almost delirious. What made me delirious is the sight of my son laughing laughing with all his heart’s content. I know it is not the exact definition of delirious, but I don’t know why this came to my mind.
i was delirious with guilt.hysterical. It overwhelmed me and invaded every aspect of my life. I tried to get over it– sober myself up with heavy metal or a horror story from the Sunday newspaper. But no matter what, the damnation was felt from the inside out. I could barely breathe anymore.
Whenever you wrap your arms around me, I am delirious. The thoughts in my head just swirl around and I can’t even begin to form a coherent sentence. You make everything fade away. It is a feeling that I’ve never before experienced, this delirium of love. I never want it to end.
the wheat heads swayed in a haze
a summer storm’s afterthought was sweeping through the area
a farmer sighed into the wind
the eddies were delirious, drunk on hot air
and the shouts of men going to war.
I woke up in the middle of night. I didn’t know what woke me, but I wasn’t quite feeling right. I was quite delirious. The room was spinning and I had no spacial sense at all. There was someone there though. Someone that I didn’t know. It was a man. Probably about 6 feet tall, ans quite broad.
I was delirious in love. Lost in the brine of sheets. Every day after would be utter sanity.
delirious is the word that I not know which is, but I make
She was delirious. Threw all my shit around the apartment before I even had a chance to walk through the door and explain myself. I mean, I guess she wasn’t all that crazy — what I did may have been crazier. But that bitch needed to act like an adult, not like a child.
delirious, this word can be used in many ways, to express joy,pain or any type of emotion
Delirious i am Delirous
so delirious I’m drowning it’s a deluge
and where do i go
where does she go
down
the
drain of sweat and tears and lust and fallen friends
and lovers and broken promises
and burnt hair and bruises
–things not seen
“I don’t know what delirious means?” She says, wringing her hands in time to the clock
Dave lay on his futon, staring at the ceiling. Deliriously happy at the thought of reconnecting with his daughter, his mind raced to create conversations with her that would fit his “cover” of a potential boyfriend, so that his wife would not find out they had reconnected. At the same time, his wife lay in her bed, coughing, feverish, and at times delirious herself, but completely aware that soon, she would have to surrender herself to a hospital bed, and her children to her mother’s care.
i was too happy
probably delirious
from being with you
Depression. Suicide. Delirium. To see the word in a brighter light than others. Darkest light I’ve ever seen. Walls run black, night flows red.
The infamous delirious feeling of falling heads over heels in love with someone is probably the most desired thing to me now seeing how that kind of sensation got
Bored
Memories. Disappearing. Start. Stop. Lights. Very bright. Spinning Round and round. And round. And round. AND ROUND.
She’s got pheasant-laughter,
leaving her at once and
bubbling on a stove.
(The stars leap off the world,
she says, and she follows
in a ring-neck because it seems
the proper thing to do.)
There’s a simple way to be delirious when taking over the ship and looking for fish on the high seas. There’s another way forward when you put whiskey into the mix, and look for solutions in the waves, the clouds and the storms that approach.
I sit at my desk and laugh, laugh laugh, my mind wandering in the depths of darkness. How dare he question me. How dare he think I am weak. I will prove them wrong. I will prove them all wrong! By god with this knife of mine I will kill them all. Weak, they say.
I feel myself spinning, water round my head, sand beneath my feet, and a drunken song spinning, spinning. Calm. One moment of quiet, and and suddenly I know the definition of contrast. Peace, delirious, drunk.
Tormented by the unrelenting heat and delirious from the lack of food and water, her body at last crumpled beneath it’s own weight; she met the ground knees first, the scalding sand like sandpaper on her sun-reddened skin.
Spinning.
Falling.
Out of control…
Lost in the world, singing in the rain…
Changing my mind…
Shaking.
Twirling.
Broken.
Aftermath…
Delirious.
My head reels. I throw another pillow in Lucy’s direction. Her shrieking giggles echo in my head. It’s a little too late for this, and we’re both past breaking point. I am giddy. I think we had too many skittles. :)
With you, I’m high
eyes glazed over with affection
stumbling into you
unaware of my surroundings
words slowly form, thoughts even slower
one hard hit of you
and i’m delirious
love sick
She laughed madly, tripping and stumbling over the roots at our feet. Pomegranate juice spilled down her cheeks, staining her white blouse with the vivid color. I was equal parts horrified and in awe of the beauty of it all. She amazed me, all wicked and glorious. It was hard to think of her as the same girl who quietly sat at the back of the classroom, doodling on the cheap wooden desk lid and flicking her dark hair back whenever the teacher called her name. Well, maybe it shouldn’t have been.
Mom if you think i am going to wear that you are delirious. No sweetie i just love this dress and you i am not crazy (delirious)
You wake me, I’m all greens and yellows
softening glows become violent beams
and those yellows shatter into brilliant whites
that shock my vision, break my dreams;
I give you a smile, like I know what I’m doing
when I’m not aware fully of what is going on
and you look at me, lovingly, awaiting my kisses
and roll over before too long.
“Who said she was just sick?” roared Wendy. “She’s delirious! She counts the cracks in the walls from her bed! She keeps talking about birds made of snow in the window! Either her fever is worse than the doctor measured, or she’s gone completely out of her mind!”
The yelling disturbed Sarah, who whimpered and hid behind my thigh.
a skin the shade of apple pie crust
violet eyes blending into the yellow sky
a shade of lavender becoming one with the
sunshine, the lemonade to the clouds of ice
staring like the inside of her head is the most interesting place in the universe
skin the shade of apple pie crust
violet eyes blending into the yellow sky
a shade of lavender becoming one with the
sunshine, the lemonade to the clouds of ice
staring like the inside of her head is the most interesting place in the universe
She looked up. The sky was warped through the waves of the surface of the ocean, but the colors overwhelmed and seemed to come alive with movement of the water.
Every morning i wake up and feel it.
the way we skirt around each other tiptoeing through the day
i walk to class. i sit in class. i get my degree
His head swam with fever, barely clinging to consciousness. The blow had fallen, and with it his hope and grip on reality. He pressed a damp palm to his forehead and grimaced, the pain coming in waves from all sides.
There were floating castles. They were pink, no green. Wait maybe they were blue. He didn’t care anymore. Watching the colors shift were making him dizzy. He wondered where he was. He felt hot and miserable.
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