Apr 11, 2014      Apr 12, 2014

I wage war
That's never been seen before
Is sanity worth fighting for?
I'm not really sure

A calamity?
I call it individuality!

Who is Society
To create this hypocrisy?!?
It seems like such a tragedy
To waste such ingenuity
To dull the creativity

to be corrupted when you're as dark as insanity itself."
Nov 19, 2014      Nov 20, 2014

"Don't let madness corrupt you. A wise man once said, but it is impossible not to be corrupted when you're as dark as insanity itself."

If insanity is doing the same thing over and over
Dec 24, 2014

If insanity is doing the same thing over and over
Expecting a new outcome
Then talking to you at all
Is pure

#insanity   #you   #madness  
ymore, I drift under the sea blanket of insanity.
James morrison valdivia
Jan 12      Jan 13

As humans we aren't meant to comprehend truth, because of it i'm drowning

There is a boat i won't grab onto, for the boat is only for believers

The people try to pull me in, but i won't adjust so i'm only pulling them down with me

I pulled 2 people down with me, now they're gone. I'm still drowning ...

The boat doesn't even matter anymore, I drift under the sea blanket of insanity.

Yasha Harkness
Yasha Harkness
Apr 23      Apr 24

Sometimes you think
you are going insane
flinching from the sink
though it is most mundane.
You could swear that
you had seen
a strange shimmer,
a reflection, or a gleam.

the definition of this insanity is to expect a different outcome
Jaye Tomas
Jaye Tomas
Aug 13, 2014      Aug 14, 2014

You sit out the days and nights in a room of metal bars
trying to convince the world that they are the ones in prison
while the strychnine and syrup pools on your liars tongue
the music rises and you elbow your way to the center spotlight determined
to claim it
but there is one already waiting
one who owns this time
this performance
and if you dance with the devil don't expect him to play fair
because you are his favorite guest
an easy conquering
a mere take out order
as you choose to let him lead
ignoring the pricking of your thumbs and turning another blind eye
the definition of this insanity is to expect a different outcome
but the only ties you long to keep are the ones holding this monkey to your back
as you take your bows in that spotlight and wait
for the next performance
same dance
same music
never noticing the clanging
as time rusts those metal bars shut
while you peer out
still insanely convinced you are on the winning side
still chillingly convinced you are the winner


It is said that insanity is doing the same thing repeatedly and
Chloe Denomme
Apr 13      Apr 14

It is said that insanity is doing the same thing repeatedly and expecting different results

Call me crazy because I will repeatedly repeat and never learn

Maybe I don't want to learn because I love the cycle of yes and no and mostly no

Even though it kills us both
We are insane because we know that it is wrong and that's the way it has to go
And yet we try, and don't try again and again
And the pen etches into the page the same stanzas

The monotony sounds like harmony
Because in our insanity we are happier and unhappier than we will ever be

I would rather die waiting for change than to be without your sweet disappointment

To relent and reclaim my sanity would be a tragedy because I would have to write new stanzas and my pen is too in love with our poetry, to welcome a new subject

For the sake of my pen (at risk of her heartbreak) I will reject the cry inside of me to run to reality

While the hurricane proves pathetic fallacy outside of our window
We breathe lunacy and embrace


Nov 19, 2014

In my mind,
There lives two wolves.
Two distinct voices.
Each telling me to make different choices.
How am I supposed to know which one to pick?
Quite honestly, the stress of it all is making me sick.
Is the right answer instilled in us?
In our heart and in our brain?
Or maybe two voices is all it will take to drive someone like me insane.

#heart   #mind   #insanity   #decisions  
Feb 10      Feb 10

Those who Dance to the Music are
considered Insane by those who cannot Hear it.

But are we not all insane?
Are we not part of the same life of sound, music and death?
Are we not all behind the same wall?

We're all insane. It's just that not everyone knows it.
Which is why they're staring at me because I'm humming.

I'm sure everyone knows they're insane but refuse to admit it.
So they stare and judge.

Of course, we're absolutely mental.
We're mad.
All the best people are.
But the really insane ones are those who think they're normal.

Yet they send us to mental institutions.

Because they honestly don't realize . . . we all have monsters.
We stopped running from the ones under our beds, when we realized
they were inside of us.
We're all monsters.
No avoiding it.

To be honest I didn't come up with this on my own. This is a note written between me and a friend of mine. Thank you Sam for willingly having thought provoking conversations with me!
I'm trying out the hashtag thing. Not sure if I did it right. Oh well.
Jan 24

Pens without ink
words carved into pages of fallen trees amputated branches
charges never pressed the press
impressed the judge
intends to defend the pen
words hung dry on crosses
in desolate deserts
where dehydration deforms delicate notions
while the naive natter needlessly

wind without breeze
darkness without light
words created without thought
life born with death
death withheld by living
no breath without suffocation
no day without dawn
no love without hate

A poem by both myself and jamie king
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