Insanity Rhymes Novels & Stories

Oh, she’s sweet but a psycho A little bit psycho At night she’s screamin’ “I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind” Oh, she’s hot but a psycho So left but she’s right though At night she’s screamin’ “I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind” “YAAASSS Queen! Same!” I shouted over the infectious track, getting lost in my fun as I kept driving. As long as I was listening to music, I wouldn’t have the headspace to think about what I was doing. My phone started blowing up, and I waited until I pulled to a complete stop at a red light to check who was messaging me.

(I feel so smart for making that up). Back to the story, I didn't even know how to react to Mr. Jones said, and I couldn't speak out loud like I would if I was alone, or else, "fornication" and trespassing wouldn't be the only thing under my belt, insanity will take its chair too. And if you can remember, Mr. Jones didn't fi....you know what guys, I doubt you will remember. Now, let's perform a little activity to help you remember ; "Scroll, Scroll, Scroll that page

🎵Get up, get up Kiddominant on the beat, better run it back Fuckin' Robitussin I don't know why this shit got me lazy right now, yeah Can't do Percocets or Molly I'm turnin' one, tryna live it up here right, right, right🎵 🎵Baby, you can Ride it, ooh, yeah Bring it over to my place And you be like "Baby, who cares?" But I know you care Bring it over to my place You don't know what you did, did to me Your body language speaks to me I don't know what you did, did to me Your body language speaks to me🎵 🎵I can make it hurricane on it Hunnid bands, make it rain on it Tie it up, put a chain on it

All for nothing. Everyday, for five years, I've been living in repetition. Someone once said insanity means doing the same things over and over again while expecting a different result. I'd like to add that insanity is so much deeper than that. It's also doing the same things over and over again while feeling parts of yourself dying a little more each day.

Hannah “You’re insane,” I say to the woman staring back at me in the mirror. “Utterly insane,” I add, because there’s no other way to describe it. If not insanity, how come I had a wet dream about the very man I’m supposed to be repulsed by? I release a long sigh, dropping my arms beside me, my toothbrush hanging loosely from my mouth as flashbacks of that damned dream resurfaces. In my mind's eye I see my back on my bed, legs spread far apart, and a head full of jet black hair between them. Totally unprovoked too.

He just chuckled and started driving. The car was in compete silence except the stupid song which was playing from the radio. Rohan was also singing and the notes were perfect too. 🎶Girl, you know I want your love Your love was handmade for somebody like me Come on now, follow my lead I may be crazy, don't mind me Say Boy, let's not talk too much Grab on my waist and put that body on me Come on now, follow my lead Come, come on now, follow my lead I'm in love with the shape of you

Fear engulfed my body with unstoppable force. I cried out in desperation, hoping that someone would hear my cry and save me from this paralyzing fear. But my voice could only be heard to a limited extent in the silence that enveloped this dark space. I screamed and continued to cry as my body floated, falling steadily towards the bottom of the void. I opened my voice. A scream ripped through my throat with terrible pressure. Light came in and then struck me brutally. I widened my eyes, starting to scream again- "ISA!" the low, heavy voice made me flinch.

" Slamming the whiskey bottle on the wall I grumbled in anger. I am just tired of all these things, this girl is fucking driving me insane, she is complicated. The more I tried to stop thinking about her, the more I found my attention focused on her. She is making me insane without putting on any effort. I just want her out of my mind!!!

“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”

For then both drop their masks and find togetherness, happiness, serenity. I ain't barking mad, ma and dad, neither am I barking sad, but would you bar a king, or ba ba a RAM, especially a newborn lamb? I'm playin' is all, play yin and yang for a ball, for a Cinderella sole, for a sash of ash after the fire is cold. Know, I ain't barking mad - I'm mad for a lamb king though, not a lame king, not the kind that's all ear 'e-go again, making a black hole, not a black whole, not a Santa sack goal, but a Santa sack coal - no matter who die - to gamble with lives, to roll the die, to spin the chamber at the poor, for the poor know hearts are are real at least. No, I ain't no saint, but I can see t