insane

Maddness

 

Her eyes have fury in them

 

They are glossed over and red

 

You can see the anger in her eyes

 

She's about to explode

 

She trys to breath

 

In and out

 

Nothing happens

 

She is boiling

 

Red so fierce

 

Can't hold it

 

She's in a rage

 

She's lost all control

 

Cant contain it

 

Fire in her eyes

 

Can't fight it

 

She is on the verge

 

Pushing back

 

She's about to burst

 

She's going insane

 

She burst's into flames

 

She's gone.

 

 

 

 

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Oh No, You're Dead

Folder: 
Poems

You anger me so much,

I want to kill you.

But that would be too easy,

there's torturing to do.

 

The blood on my hands,

feels so nice.

The touch of your corpse,

cold as ice.

 

Oh no, you're dead,

just like I'd bet.

But don't you worry,

I'm not finished yet.

 

Kidneys, liver,

stomach and lung,

but the fun has only

just begun.

 

Brain, heart,

need I say more?

I am truly a fan

of blood and gore.

 

A couple hours,

of disembowling,

soon the wolves,

will be howling.

 

I think perhaps,

I'm finally done.

And it seems the battle,

and war, I've won.

 

If I were to go blind,

it would be for the best.

For I'd only want this sight,

no need for the rest.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This entry for today is my anger manifested into writing. Sorry about that. My thoughts get kind of twisted when I'm angered. Anyway, leave any criticism and I'll see you all tomorrow.

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Writ Of Habeas Corpus

Your Love

123 Iseethat Way

YouLove Me, Everyday 00284

 

In Propria Persona

 

 

 

 

 

In The Insatiable State Of LOVE               

                  County Of Distance                                 

                                                       

                                                                 

Your Love #1                                 )           No. U2- R4EACHOTHER

               )        

                     vs.                                    )           Petition For A More Tolerant 

                                                          )           LOVE That Will Tame Our 

My Love #1                             )            Sarcastic Behinds 

 

     Petitioner, Your Love, in propria persona, moves this Court to issue 

a Writ Of Habeas Corpus releasing Your Love and My Love from any 

and all triggers that interfere with the orderly running of this relationship.

 

     Since they met, they have undergone an insatiable relationship

under an extremely difficult situation. Both declaring themselves a little 

flakey, bizarre, and utterly senseless more often than not, they hereby admit

that they are now both completely off their rockers. 

 

    For the above aforementioned reasons, we ask this court to intervene

and impose a mandatory injunction with kindness, love, understanding a little less sarcasm. Due to extenuating circumstances beyond their control, they are unable to address this matter in any imaginable form of seriousness at the present time. 

 

   The petitioner, upon oath, states and verifies that on this 13th day of July, 2013,

that the information contained herein is true and correct, and both parties have agreed to pray they be discharged immediately from the custody and restraints

placed upon their LOVE by undue stress, insanity, aggravation, intolerance,

(a horrible telephone connection) and hope to be back on their rockers ASAP.

 

                                                                   With all Due Respect,

                                                                  Your Love and My Love

 

                                                                   In Propria Persona

 

 

 

 

2013 07/13/2013 8:50 pm ©

 

...................................

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I've lost it completely now.

View from my office chair

There's a man standing

outside my window


On his back,

he wears a sheathed sword


He paces back and forth

in the parking lot


Talking to himself

as he pulls out his blade


This town is strange

Is this man deranged?


He doesn't seem sane

As he stands in the rain







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End Moonlight, End Darkness - April 16, 2012

Up all night again, sick of yourself.

Short breaths plague the black captivity.

You wish it could be back to normal,

Or at least degrade to a lesser severity.

 

Previous occurrences have moon light blood,

Now all to feel is the soft red warmness.

Consciousness progresses further into night;

Ending in moonlight becomes end in darkness.

 

Thoughts infect, searing pain in my brain;

My tolerance but a memory now digressing.

I can't take any more, I'm going insane;

Madness dragging me down, always progressing.

 

Paranoia, an occurrence so often wanted gone,

Is raging in my mind like it never has before.

Thinking situations and conclusions so wrong,

I'm sick, done, not tolerating this anymore.

 

A handful of pills, a quick bullet to my brain,

Or maybe a therapist, to tell me I'm insane.

It's hard to go on when you're barely alive;

It's hard to live when you're never recognized.

The BDSM Girl

The knife cuts and the holder bleeds
All for love, but it's respect she needs

The stone eyed men foster madness
In their prey they nourish a seed of sadness

Black and blue is what they give
They care not for her soul to live

The nymph can't see colors, she craves more pain
Pleasing and pleading is her most walked lane

At night she sleeps and her bruises weep
But the cravings are wounds even more deep

Beauty stained with a Spanish whip
The beholder holds her reality's grip 

She wakes in chains
Standing up to gods
Thoughts so vain




Author's Notes/Comments: 

Please comment. 

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my ode entitled 'feel insane?

Folder: 
belief system

 

 

Feel insane?

Look to blame

Something; someone

Just the system

 

Steals your truth

So uncouth

Death and destruction

Dividing brotherhoods

 

You have created

Every trait

Your current outlook

Betting its overtook

 

By ego, personality

Even materiality

Ask yourself why?

Mainstream Spirituality dies

 

Substituted with

A limited system

Wants or needs?

No wants: Free

 

Roof and food

Becomes you

Everything else

Is your hell

 

More material

Bigger your hell

Juggling responsibilities

Call it free?

 

Simplify your life

Minimises strife

Shun materiality

True: Free

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Plain Jane

Don't judge the package,
I'm a troubled kid.
Yes, I'm white and I'm rich,
But life's still a bitch.
I've got a pretty face
But I'm no ace,
Although I look it through cyberspace.
I've got brains,
But they don't help much if you're not sane.
It's hard to explain the inhumane domaine that is my brain;
I constantly sound like I'm on cocaine.
I'm so insane,
That it makes you refrain
From running your fingers though my maine.
Baby, I'm anything but plain.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is actually part of a rap I wrote for a friend awhile back haha

What The Hell Am I Doing?

Everyday the same
Hypocritical shame
Reveling in pain
Spiritually insane

Saying one thing, doing another
Not being the man, student, brother
That I should be for each other
Because there won't be another

So confused
MY grace abused

All I know is: If I choose life
Then what the Hell am I doing?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just something short that came to mind one day... Hope you enjoy the randomness of it... I'm still not sure

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