Insanity Poetry Novels & Stories

And, Dio mio, I don’t want her to fall into the same madness I’ve spent years drowning in. The world I live in, the world of the insane, isn’t for her. Not at all. It’s a realm of chaos, of madness and vanity, where sanity is lost in insanity. I’ve clawed my way to the top through the fractured minds and shattered thoughts that surround me. It’s suffocating. It’s a constant struggle because I have to maintain a grip on reality within the abyss of insanity. I don’t want that for her. But here she is, crumbling in front of me, pulling me to her like an invisible thread wrapped around my neck.

One asks, leaning his arms against the icy metal. “It’s not that I want to die.” I hiccup, tears falling from my lashes and freezing against my cheeks. “It’s just that I don’t want to live if this is all life has to offer… and I’m afraid that this is truly all there is for me. I have no reason to believe otherwise.” I shake my head forlornly, “they say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over but expecting different results. So I would be crazy to think I can keep meeting the sun each morning without inviting more heartache… wouldn’t I?”

, Insane said and her eyes were glossy and appeared painful. "But I don't", Zane spoke straightly and Insane chuckled sadly. "You don't love me?", Insane asked while her eyes were intensely gazing at Zane. "Yes", Zane crossed his arms as he glared at her. "You don't love Us?", Insane's eyes turned more Obsessive as it was changed, completely INSANE. "What?", Hearing the word 'US' confused him as he questioned her. Insane laughed loudly as tears spilled to the corner of her eyes as she questioned him, "You don't love ARIKA?"

He once read Haggoz the works of an human poet called Poe, then forced him to memorize passages from his poetry. Perhaps he was fascinated by the poet because of his own melancholy nature and yearning for the unattainable. Whatever the reason, one of the lines written by the ancient human poet was particularly appropriate. “I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.” Now, after all this time those words came back to haunt Haggoz. They defined him perfectly too.

Who took only living insanity away from me. “Rara...” I scraped at the fraying edges of my sanity, searching for even the tiniest fragment to grasp onto. The relentless onslaught of a ravenous scarlet surge threatened to drown me in its merciless grip, mercilessly wearing away my lowering restraint.“Schmetterling, look at me.” Look at me so that I know there’s darkness more darker than inside my heart. Remind me why I hate you. Scrap my wounds and make me bleed till I know nothing but pain.

Magkakaiba man ng persona ang bawat isa, pagdating sa pagtuklas at paglantad ng katotohanan ay patuloy pa ring magkaka-isa ng magkasama. Parang isang sinag ng araw na sa sobrang liwanag pati ang bahaghari ay nakiisa at nakisaya kaya ang buong paligid ay gumanda. Kinuha ko ang phone ko at nagconnect sa wifi ng School at gumawa ng poetry para sa araw na 'to and I posted it on t*****r. I'm an actress, you're buttress and you made me breathless. I count on using abacus, you're so gorgeous.

This condition would last until mid-college days. When headaches visit as frequent as the rain, the mind starts to be pre-occupied with other things. Frustrations about people and circumstance set in. Rather than be defeated by these precepts, I started training myself to be productive in areas where no one, in my limited knowledge of people in our locale, tried to take the time seriously. And to somehow apply whatever thoughts or words I have read in the scarcity of books at home, I began writing non-sense poetry. During those times of inspiration, I always have with me a pencil and a pad of paper. When inspiration strikes, at any given time or circumstance, one needs to get hit.

“Each smile that you make, touches my heart The thoughts of you linger in me, As I close my eyes because I don’t want to see you go Asking myself, How can you hurt me so? The laughter and kisses that we shared… Is now shattered into pieces How could you do this to me? You left me nothing but my insanity”

She finished the song, but was still asleep. Romero and everyone had been woken up from the singing and came downstairs. By the time they got dressed and downstairs she was singing and playing a different song “Finding refuge in my own lies…How are you? i’m doing alright…small talk is a great disguise…just let me be…just let me be…empty thoughts start to crowd my mind..am I only living, living to survive?..shake it off, but I’ve lost the drive…just let me be…just let me be…let me be okay…No one knows what goes on up inside my head…there’s a new kind of poison and it’s starting to spread…no one knows what goes on up inside my head…they don’t think I need help..but I’m scaring myself…I just wa

Gets louder and louder by the moment until that insanity finally comes to the surface, as he screams laughing in between the following curse words. “Sanity? Oh, please! Tell me all about it as I do not know a damn f****** thing about that s**** word. Insanity? Oh, hell yes! That is me and is all about me. I love that word as I love the ring unto it as it pays me to laugh this way and turn my life in this perfect living hell, I never believe I could ever have. Damn those f****** people and in my original world who did nothing but to step unto the weak and take everything of what they think they can just because they are rich and powerful. Damn is this life which I hated and love, as I love ga