Insanity Poetry Mga Nobela at Kwento

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

That was the very poison that had killed me. "Bianca, we're coming to join you," Marcus said. "Don't be afraid. We'll do anything for you to atone for our sins," Jeremy echoed. Andrew rasped, "We hope that… in the next life, you'll still be… our sister…" After saying all that, they opened the bottle caps and drank the deadly poison in one gulp. Their bodies writhed in pain on the ground until they finally lay hidden among the white flowers. Their faces showed release and endless regret as they closed their eyes.

Obsession for her… LOVE for her… “YES, I AM INSANE. THE ONLY SANITY I HAVE IS MY WIFE AND KIDS, AND NOW THEY ARE FUCKING GOING AWAY FROM ME. ME A MONSTER LIKE ME DON'T DESERVE HAPPINESS”… With that, he went inside the car and banged the door, hardly enough to scare his friends. He started his car and roared it on the lonely, deserted roads. His was not someone who will be weak and cry. But his wife behavior is making him weak. He is losing his damn patience with her. He won't be able to live without his kids, mostly his princess.

He closed his eyes to try and push the haunting images out of his head, but even he knew how useless that was. It never leaves, never goes away. "It's just your imagination," he began to mumble slowly into the pillow. "Just your imagination," he repeated softly. "You'll be alright, it's just a nightmare. You'll get through it. It's a bad dream.. it's... just a nightmare.'' It was his mantra. But deep within his subconscious mind, something stirred. An unsettling feeling had settled deep inside of him, like a sickness that ate away at him from the inside out. Like poison spreading through him like blood through a wound, slowly poisoning him with its many venoms until he lost all sense of cont

They had placed trackers on us, thrown away anything sharp or dangerous, and even lined the floors with bubble wrap. The only things left made of breakable clay were these mugs, shaped like rabbits. Minnie nodded. "Smash them." "No! Zagreus made these himself!" I cried out. She laughed scornfully. "Are you kidding me? Zagreus—the famously stoic man from the Capital? Just because he's been staying in Hanttye, you think he's turned into some goober who makes things for little girls?" Ruth raised a mug high. I struggled as hard as I could to free myself. I had to catch it!

She asked nervously as if she was afraid she would ask the wrong question and I would lash out again. I let out a huge breath of air and took a long sip of the cold water, hoping it would help to control my temper and keep me serene. "I feel like he has transported me back to that unforgettable day and I see him, punching and kicking that innocent man, it's all so real that I begin to have a mental breakdown, but when I pull away from him, the nightmare disappears." I trailed of not thinking I can continue describing what I have to go through everyday. I blink repeatedly to stop the tears from falling.

My body rocks back and forth as if I've got a limb, when the only thing that has snapped is my sanity. Walking bereft of shoes, laughing to lyself, rocking to my own tune, stopping and glancing over my shoulders before continuing on, singing to myself. Burn Burn Oh such lovely flames Orange and red, screams and wails. Maybe I'm a little out of touch with reality, maybe I'm crazy. But who says their not crazy?

His sinistic hungry gaze bored deeper into her afraid hazel ones as he leaned his face closer to her and finally her existence froze hearing his those words. "I am an insane sinner and I will ruin my Heaven with my insanity, "

But the silence wasn’t silence at all. Not for him. It was filled with a voice. Ishtiyaq’s voice. Every word from that call played over and over in his mind, taunting him like a cruel melody. "she will leave you herself once she sees the monster you really are." The words bled into his thoughts like poison. He slammed his fist against the desk, the glass rattling dangerously, but no matter how many times he tried to shake it off, it came back. The same sentence, the same mockery. Like a broken record stuck on the most painful line.