Insanity Poetry Novels & Stories

"You shall burn away all accrued cynicism and earthly dross on your path to absolute immolation this eve..." "Just who the f**CK is this crazy guy?"

“This is ridiculous; I gave it my all... Please, I'll give you whatever you demand, whatever you ask for, my powers, everything, but let me go back to my baby.” All I received was silence, and hearing my baby cry gave me no peace. A part of me went mad, and my mind fell into insanity. If someone had painted a portrait of me, it would have been called “Descent into Madness.” I dissociated myself in an atrocious way. I had no idea what was really going on. All I know is that I fell so low that I couldn't find the damn bottom, and that stressed me out. It was so intense that I felt my soul beginning to fracture, and then I felt Izan trying, in vain, to pull on the thread of our bond as mates.

Each was a florid fantasy, not viewed as a tale, but lived in him. He was always the main character, distinguished and adventurous, an illusion of splendor he supposed. Cavin likes them that way, it is much better than ordinary life. So if the thoughts of an insane journey still come, how was he to say he was cured? When even in a precarious voyage of the supernatural, here he was risking his life again. A true fantasy is a fixed mistaken notion that gains traction, like a wheel of a wagon on the road, it propels a person in different paths, often unpredictable and toward catastrophe.

Except now, I was the man losing my sleep over my vulnerability. Before the light of the dawn would take over the smoky, cold night of this heartless city, I ventured into the gym. The state of sleeplessness pumped a heavy of dose adrenaline into my body instead of fatigue, and I had to shed it. More so, my mind was a jumbled emporium of insanity. And insanity was a disease, eating me inside-out. The more I thought about Lilliana, the harder I punched the bag.

Isa said laughing like a lunatic She climbed the cell bars and hung upside down "this will help you in concentrating" she said We joined her,I hoped that we wouldn't adopt her craziness . She was insane . We hung upside down on the bars of the cell. For two full weeks of waiting ,They had been feeding us nothing but bread and water .. stupid bastards What I had feared might happen happened.we had adopted isa's craziness. Our craziness was out of control.i couldn't even recognise myself anymore.

I couldn’t possible sit on it, so I used it to barricade myself inside the bathroom so no one could enter. "Okay I got like 20 minutes before my first class." I grab out my book. Not a novel book. An exercise book. I write poems in. I turn to my most recent poem. Cliche but it’s about not fitting in. Sometimes I ponder though, if everyone feels like they do not fit in with the rest, doesn’t that make them fit in? Paradox. "Okay, Umm..." I start to brainstorm and read my thoughts whilst writing them down. 'I want to run far, far away

Millions of jagged lines like lightning strikes painted across the sand, reaching, reaching, reaching— Anzi stared up at the sky, but she saw nothing of it. Her mind was gone, entirely elsewhere, racing through the desert along every branching path of white light that shone through the sand. If she were coherent, if she had her wits about her, she would have wondered how it was possible to be in so many places at once, but all she could do was wait in numb silence as her fragmented mind followed each searching lance of light and power, on and on, until one of them dived deep into the earth, surging below the surface sand toward something that lay hidden underneath.

Madness. The small shrub, Madenolia insansum, grew beautiful blossoms that came in shades of white to blush pink. It was under the poisonous section of the book, coming with a warning to steer clear of it as even a brush of the petals could allow the toxic residue to infiltrate the skin and enter the bloodstream. Though little was known about it, it was believed the toxin could reach the brain and destroy neurons, over time resulting in insanity, or madness. It only grew on the very high mountain tops, somewhere near the present location of IceSword Pack.

In the silence, he goes out from here, in the same silence as he came here. Please let me know your feedback. I am eagerly waiting for it. And do follow and like me. Thank you ☺

SIRA To my horror, his harsh words seemed to drive me insane. Everything was succeeding in breaking me apart. I don’t know what to do or what I should do to make me feel better. All I knew was that, I was going insane with needs. I felt his hands move down even more and I couldn’t think straight. Everything was succeeding in driving me insane. I wanted this so much and I couldn’t even think straight. Alpha Eros leaned even closer to me, and I felt like I was hyperventilation. It was just too much and I couldn’t really think straight. Everything was succeeding in making me go crazy and I had no idea what else to do at that moment.