Am I insane
Is my work in your opinoin  
Interesting
Mundane
Not that your sum of me is of importance
Relaying this with no reservation
I am just making polite conversation

I often wonder if am I insane
As many of the judgemental populous claim
Certainly not
Just a bizzare poet
Full of the truth others
Lack the courage to seek
For this reason  alone
I am given full literary rein

To describe the universe
Life and death
In my sly and leading words
A kaleidscope of my thoughts
Come spilling out unhindered
I am quite helpless
The pen has a will of its own

Am I insane
As the people that warily observe me say
In comparison to their lives
A touch eccentric
A little strange
But you are the one reading this
Line after line not stopping
Now tell me who is insane


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in a dark and somber midnight crushed velvet blue room, lies a delicate woman with sullen pouty ruby lips that turn into a frown
amberish honeyed hair that fans out in glory
trickling salty tears of sadness and rage
piercing stormy grey eyes that shine a kaleidscope of emotions in a instance
porcelain cloaked skin with powder blue veins draped in grace to decor defeated in life by a single ***** of a venomous spindle forever in a eternal sleep