Insanity Poetry Novels & Stories

I looked at him like he had lost his mind, what the hell were these men thinking, "Are you insane?" I asked as I began to get furious, "Am not insane Bitch, its either you make out with him or with me and believe me once I have a little taste of you, I might not be able to stop myself" he looked at me lustful causing me to experience fear and panic, How could they ask me to do that just for some food, this was insane and no matter how hungry I was, I couldn't bring myself to do what they said,

I could feel the tendrils of insanity creeping into the corners of my mind, twisting and distorting my thoughts until I could no longer distinguish reality from nightmare. With each passing moment, the fear that gripped me tightened its suffocating hold, until I felt as if I were drowning in a sea of darkness and despair. Desperate to break free from the suffocating grip of madness, I struggled to hold onto my sanity, to cling to the last shreds of reason that remained within me.

That’s what they said. The sound of her laugh diminished. Germa twisted her bind arms, the pain, which seems not to bother her, unbearable cracks lingered, but her face, the expression was passive. She was breaking her fingers to loosen the rope tied, yet it never contorted—her eyes, empty sockets until her lips protruded into a satisfactory smile. It was crazy, perhaps what people usually said was true. When one tend to find themselves already having nothing to lose, when they are fuck up by life to the core, they became insane. Insanity bearing what they can do that they haven’t done before.

block. His eyes were as misty asthe fog on north Manhattan on winter solstice and could not be deared no matter how many times the old man waved his hands. He felt like a victim of weed douse (thoroughly bathed in Indian hemp) "Fghdknkhasknskhds, adghfghdgqddqwdg." He muttered incoherently as he fought against insanity from the sheer information cum experience overload. "Hmm" the old man waved his hand and Tom found himself in

Two pence a heartache, three pence a distaff, the run of my fiber is blood. Hardcore, recoil, my skirts are a gun. I go where the wild fox runs. Two score and twenty days I died long ago – I cannot do this without you. So I reach out my hands, my lustful green hands to catch on the penny inside you. But Devil, you are quick, and Devil, inside me, I'm gutting myself like a blind man. Give that blind man a knife, that blind man a wife, and the Blind God does not kneel before me.

So honey I am now, some broken thing I do not lay in the dark waiting for day here Now my heart is gold, my feet are right And I'm racing out on the desert plains all night

He held it up for a moment, examining it in the light before casually flicking it onto the concrete floor, where it landed with a tiny, insignificant tink. "One," Zandrei counted softly, his eyes glinting with a mad, ecstatic light. "Now, let's try again. Who sent you?" He asked, his voice brimming with a childlike excitement, like a madman who had just discovered a wonderfully fun new game and was eager for another turn. The man in the chair could only manage a strangled, guttural sound, a wet sobbing noise that vibrated through his shattered mouth. His head thrashed from side to side, his eyes wide with a horror so pure it was almost beautiful to Zandrei.

For then both drop their masks and find togetherness, happiness, serenity. I ain't barking mad, ma and dad, neither am I barking sad, but would you bar a king, or ba ba a RAM, especially a newborn lamb? I'm playin' is all, play yin and yang for a ball, for a Cinderella sole, for a sash of ash after the fire is cold. Know, I ain't barking mad - I'm mad for a lamb king though, not a lame king, not the kind that's all ear 'e-go again, making a black hole, not a black whole, not a Santa sack goal, but a Santa sack coal - no matter who die - to gamble with lives, to roll the die, to spin the chamber at the poor, for the poor know hearts are are real at least. No, I ain't no saint, but I can see t

And then, she looks at me with madness in her eyes. Now, what did I just do?

He was already muttering prayers in his head, even when he knew that God wouldn’t help him in that absurd situation. The booth seemed to have thousands of rooms that went on forever, but maybe it just felt like it in Sane’s mind as they felt like they weren’t seeing the exit anywhere, and that they were only walking in circles. His sense of direction was no longer working even when he knew the set-up of the booth at the back of his head.