Insanity Poetry Novels & Stories

I held on to the railings and looked up to the sky. “I’m missing you again,” I said and let myself cry the agony I’m feeling. I sat on the floor, still weeping about the sadness I'm constantly feeling. “Why does it have to be you!” I shouted while crying. Do I need to be like this every night? Do I have to bring this feeling every single day? When will this stop? I’m too tired to survive. I feel like I can’t do this anymore. A cold wind brushed in my skin. Hugging my sorrows. Washing my agony. Slowly changing them into bravery.

A certain crippling fear that wrapped itself around me, muddled with the darkness and the depth of the insanity in my mind. I was starting to lose my damn mind! Yet, I kept walking. My feet crunched over objects I had no idea what they were, but when I marched on something and it screamed, I paused, and in a blink, I was flung away. I found myself falling down deeper into the pit, the darkness getting more and more fierce, wretchedly snatching at the remnants of the sanity I held firmly in place.

AURORA- I'm at the door, and there is nothing but darkness beyond it. and I'm willingly opening the door, to get lost in that dark, dark world. I am insane, I must be out of my mind, for what I am doing, for what I didn’t do, I'm so dumb, I hate myself. Something is going to happen and I will be ruined, I am getting ruined. I am ruined because there’s no escape. Not even death. “Morning…” This voice, this haunting voice is the death of me. I am no longer a human; I am no longer anything for that matter. I feel like a broken toy with no hope of redemption.

anger started pulsating in me. "I'll call you whatever I want, little one". She again stated with a smirk. "You don't know what I can do to you" I said while gritting my teeth. She took my hand and place it on her throat. "Then do it" she whispered. Is she insane?

and a tear™ ™Wanders aimless from street to street™ ™Belonging to all yet none to call my own™ ™Wanders aimless from street to street™ ™With the beloved, no union nor separation, prisoner of love never unchained™ ™ Your promise of appearing in a dream, Keeps sleep far from my eyes™ ™The breath I take quickens, My pulse becomes fainter still™ ™What does this crazy wanderer seek? What does this crazy wanderer seek? ™Where is my home? He asks every passer-by™

My world is now etched in charcoal, the vibrant hues of the outdoors feel like a distant dream. The poison coursing through my veins pushes me to the edge of insanity. I fear that without my smoldering anger I would lose myself in the darkness of my mind. My anger is warm and encompassing pushing away my deep loneliness. So, I focus on my anger, holding to it like a safety blanket.

As confusing as it is, the tidal wave is in the pot. It celebrates the notes and letters from your steps to mine and mine to yours. Days and weeks and years passed, steady on the boat that never tumble It balanced the weight that carry the break and the solution to the sanity When nights arrived, it became insane and wild. Compare it to tamed animals now free from humanity's illusion, like as if we were new to each other’s arms As I stand here on the boat, saving our lives, paddling our bodies to safety, scorching the winds of foolishness,

A server walked up to me to guide me to a table. “Once upon a midnight lonely,” I said, suddenly feeling as though I was a man from the nineteenth century. Why Enzo always insisted on a poem I never knew. “She inspires me to write, invading my mind day and through the night as my heart and soul face darkness. I realize our souls together were just a fever dream, but for always in an instant, I swore it was forever.”

With his blurry eyes, he saw Jeyrin who was on the ground, barely breathing and the tyronimic and Certoanas which were watching everything play before their eyes. Gradually, he began to fade and soon... ** “The prophecy says; When the firmament becomes filthy with barbaric bats, And the ground begins to revolt by Sputtering out appetizing a liquids and enticingly galling skeletons, scamper off to your secure nests, dear humans, And inhale every feeling of protection. For within the space of two heartbeats, The "sanctuary" feeling will be lost In the chaos for tranquility. But all should be well,

means anymore I don’t know if you can fix a story once people decide how it ends I type Maybe if I just stay quiet, they’ll forget then delete it The moonlight cuts through my curtains, too bright for my liking and I lie there thinking about how silence isn’t always safety sometimes it’s just surrender dressed in peace Still tomorrow I’ll walk different halls keep my head down pretend I’m invisible And maybe if I do it long enough I’ll start to believe it ---