Insanity Poetry Novels & Stories

he uttered, smiling, clenching her heart more cruelly because this night might be the last night she was feeling his love for her. She saw his eyes wandering all over her face with that beautiful love in his eyes for her which might be insanity for the whole world but for them, it was love ….his insane love for her because for them, what kind of love it would be if it didn't turn you insane for each for your lover?

BEAT! I pour the last dregs of my will, my sanity, into that impossible image. Forcing the torrential chaos through the crucible of my scars, compressing it, shaping it with the only template I have: the defiant pulse of existence itself. The pressure inside me peaks. A silent detonation. The funneling chaos… snaps.

<<43>> * The real definition of insanity According to Einstein is to do the same thing and expect a different result. * **** Malisa had just woken up from her slumber when Aiden and Mary entered the hospital room where she was. " Sis...." Mary ran towards her bed when she saw her eyes opening... " Hey... " Malisa said in a whisper as she tried to regain all her memories from earlier... " I told you I'll be fine, didn't I? " She smiled at Mary.

Stupid, reckless, and lack of sanity. Those words were like a cycle in my mind as the water came running all of my skin along with the moon's faint light. As bright as the night light, it was my own doom. I had to be out of my mind as soon as I dived into the unknown water without second thoughts. I was sure one had to be insane between the both of us. I wondered if it would be me who dared to save a suicidal person or a suicidal person who did not think at all while I was by his side?

I told myself. Writing poems is therapeutic to me, and sometimes I get lost in what I’m writing, not even bothering to think. I let myself write mindlessly, so into it, that I could feel myself humming, yet I couldn’t hear it. I was in an euphoric state. By the time I had come out of it, I realized that I had written a four, full-page erotic poem, and I didn’t have to guess who it was about. Her gaze, striking and fiery,

Gathering my courage, I snapped my eyes shut and drew in a deep breath, then a scream ripped out of my ribcage, “You crazy soulless, psychotic, daughter of a bitch! You're devoid of humanity. You're completely and utterly insane, and your actions are a perfect reflection of that. You're a few screws loose, and, amazingly, you've made it this far without totally imploding. Your level of crazy is off the charts, and it's honestly terrifying to be around you. (Of course it is, I can't believe I haven't wet my pants.) You're so mentally unstable, it's like you're a ticking time bomb waiting to go off. (And that time bomb is fucking tied around me.) "You're a walking disaster, and your craziness

I am utterly, completely alone in a way that my soul has never experienced before, and the weight of that solitude threatens to crush what remains of my sanity. Time moves strangely here, stretching and contracting like taffy being pulled by invisible hands. What might be thirty minutes feels like hours, while what seems like hours might pass in the space of a heartbeat. I have no way to measure the passage of time except by the growing exhaustion in my limbs and the increasing desperation in my thoughts.

Beads of sweat fell from the square-jawed man's chin. The sound of his breath raced fast, white vapor scattered from his open mouth. His broad palm gripped the cold iron wheel tightly, forcing it to keep turning. Moving the wheels that replaced his legs to bring him closer to the source of his anxiety and madness. Like insects craving fire. He squeezed his wheelchair to speed as fast as possible on the deserted uphill road. Breaking through the white mist wrapped in midnight darkness without hesitation, restlessness had blinded his sanity, urging him to rampage through streets unknown to his wheels.

but my very spirit endlessly perverted by speculation concerning whatever delirious dance this upstart pretender and I are enacting upon the stage? I'm panting like a winded cur by the climax of this maddening self-interrogation. Every pulse pounding with the seething refusal to let this ridiculously inflated farce go any further. To allow my transcendent destiny among legends to remain forever toxified by a poisonous infatuation for my sworn enemy.

she started dressing my wound I didn't said anything after that I went back to my room but her words are still rotating in my head why no one till today said to me iam wrong is it because they are scared of me am I really beast but who cares what iam how iam and why iam like this did anyone cared about me till today did anyone cared how iam being till today no one cared but everyone judges me why what did I do can anyone say why iam like this all I want to do right now is cry and scream and let it all out because its killing me inside ""the night turns into the day the day then turns to night but my life never turns to bright from darkness there is not a single thing to do everything looks o