Insanity Poetry Novels & Stories

With that, she walked out leaving the 15 years old boy battling with the insane and sane parts of his mind. He slowly closed his eyes and that time he let the strongest part of his mind win. That night, His sanity got defeated by the insane part of his mind. Day turned to night and she again entered the basement and this time she looked like she was in hurry. She brought out a knife and sighed heavily.

That rim of insanity where love and obsession blurred into something unrecognizable. My hips moved in rhythm with the madness in my head, low groans escaping my throat as I let the fantasy consume me. I imagined her watching me, no, begging for me. I imagined those lips parting, her body arching, and whispering things only I was meant to hear. And when I finally reached that peak, spilling over on the wall with a guttural moan, I didn’t feel relief. I felt emptier than before. Staring down at the mess on my hand, the floor, and the wall, I laughed bitterly.

" In that second, all the color drained from Mildred's face. The light in her eyes flickered and died. Ignoring her hysterical curses, I turned and left, humming to myself. … A few days later, the courtroom was packed. The city was intrigued by this bizarre case of a "mental patient accidentally murdering her lover". As the key witness, I took the stand while Mildred's attorney desperately tried to use "insanity" to excuse her crimes. When it was my turn to speak, I didn't even look at her. Instead, I faced the judge and jury, then slowly said, "Your Honor, before I present the facts, I'd like to tell a story that lasted ten years."

And here I was, feeling like an outsider. Watching them play off each other like this, I understood everything. I felt an overwhelming wave of exhaustion. My mother was already loud enough at home. Now there was someone perfectly in sync with her. How was I supposed to live like this? A crushing sense of despair hit me. As I had feared, the days ahead were going to be just like this. From then on, my mother and Elias put on the same crying performance every day, making the house unbearably noisy. Only when they heard me say things like "Shut up," "You're so loud," or "This is driving me crazy" would they finally leave, satisfied.

It was a natural, easy connection that made her stomach churn with a jealousy so potent it tasted like poison on her tongue. Alli stayed at The Hollow long after closing, nursing a warm beer, refusing to let herself go home and sit in The silence in her head was a thick, su#ocating blanket. Alli scrubbed at the same spot on the bar, the cheap wood grain starting to blur under therelentless pressure. Her arm burned, muscles screaming for a break, but she couldn't stop. Couldn't let herself stop. She counted the money in the drawer, again and again, the bills snapping like tiny gunshots in the otherwise empty space. Anything to keep her mind from replaying the scene, a loop of Layla's hands po

But she needs me, they need me. "I won't let you lose from me, i won't let them control us for life. nothing can stop us psyche, not even in this fake world." I said in my mind while my body wanting to give up but my heart and mind didn't, because with every step i took, i was dissolving little by little but couldn't let go. this is my fate

My whole body itched. I suddenly saw a reflection of me on the other side of the room staring at the corner of the wall, another of me looking at the door, another laid out in the middle, another resting on the bed. Whose the real me? I finally found myself pacing the small boxed in room. How long have I been in here!? "Let me out!" I begged and kicked at the door. I'm going insane in here! I paced the room with dread of being in here. Something like this place will make anyone go mad. A sane person mad and a mad person sane. I started in a circle then, hearing my mirrored images counting to try to stay sane. All I've got to do is count to stay sane.

I asked him, and he was silent. "Do you think something bad has happened to him?" I asked him, and he sighed. "I hope not. It will be an unfortunate update to learn something like that. I wished I had someone in Caspian's camp. It wouldn't have gone this far. I would have been able to counter his moves, but I did not see him as a threat. I underestimate my enemies both without and within, and that is what has led to this. People will die because of my sloppiness, and we might lose the island." He confessed his genuine fears, and I held on tight and wept. He stroked my back gently.

She read the poem on the topmost page: Blurry eyes, in a haze, Cry silently near the window, Go without speaking for days, Written words are all that remain. What did I do wrong? You call me a disgrace. Sleep with pretty women, perfect bodies Yet you dare show me that face? I sit by my lonesome, Never a hair out of place, Temptation walks by, You get in the way. Dismay, disarray, I seek comfort, The warmth of a stranger's arms,

"Twinkling spoons in a teapot's dream, Jellyfish waltz in a cosmic stream. Pickles hummed a secret rhyme, Moonbeams whispered cheese and thyme. Penguins danced on rainbow clouds, Unicorn whispers in mushroom crowds. Bananas wore polka dot shoes, Stars played chess, swapping hues. Toasters sang opera in the key of green, Elephants tap-danced on a trampoline. Butterflies knitted socks for the moon, Balloons recited a backwards cartoon. In a world where logic takes a break, Nonsense reigns, a merry mindquake. A symphony of chaos, oh what a treat, In this realm of whimsy, where absurdities meet." The smile on her face was oddly serene as she sang, her eyes gleaming with an enigmatic gleam. The w