Insanity?
Auss
Auss
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

Insanity?
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."
lxnatic
lxnatic
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
TheEndofForever
TheEndofForever
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
madness

#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.

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
hungry
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

@jayetomas2014

Rae
Rae
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  

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
Mari
Mari
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.

Probably.
Of course, we're absolutely mental.
We're mad.
All the best people are.
But the really insane ones are the 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.
Brooding Insanity.
Michael Wysocki
Michael Wysocki
Feb 9      Feb 10

HEY! Hey you! You over there
Reading, judging, writing
This isn't for you, I thought
You should know.
It isn't for me
It's being written
By slowing consuming
Brooding Insanity.

Can you just tell me
Who the fuck you are
You're here but never
There, somewhere
and nowhere
Everywhere.
Non-existent.
Are you at all?

Who I am talking to?
Didn't you know I
Can read your mind?
There's nothing you
Can hide that I'll
Never find
Me, though,
You'll never see.

I don't hide
In plain sight
I AM your mind
The thing that
Guides as a guise
Slowly drifting to
The edge
Where illusions slowly die.

I'm not the knife
At your throat
The hand that
Guides it is mine.
Corrupting, tearing,
Perverting beauty
Inside. No rules
For me, decide blindly.  

You were born to see
Now you are me
clouding visions
inspired manic
Sensibilities
A sword that
Divides all
That is me.

Say hello, welcome your insanity.

Ehh I'm bored. I'm not crazy. Not very, anyway.
#life   #mind   #insanity   #notserious  
 
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