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K Balachandran Jul 2015
On a crazy high, I share whole of  myself with you, gladly
your melting heart I took over fully, do you feel it as a loss?
when love makes us so insane,  we go berserk like wild fire,
avaricious kids, now we are,  usurping each other in parts,
where will it all lead, my love, baffling it is, but elating all the same
would we be just the same ,or less; perhaps more than what before?
Mark Lecuona Apr 2015
It is the craziest of minds that cannot sleep

It tries to forget
To write of it is madness
But still it does
It tries not to see
To draw of it is madness
But still it does

There is no rationale for remembrance

It tries not to feel
To love it is madness
But still it does
It tries not to desire
To touch it is madness
But still it does

It is the destruction of the standards of dignity

It tries poise
To cry is madness
But still it does
It tries life
To **** itself is madness
But still it does

It is the craziest of minds that hurts itself

It tries to accept
To reject is madness
But still it does
It tries to conform
To deviate is madness
But still it does
Daniel Thorne Feb 2015
I'm a pawn on your board,
A piece in your game,
But with eclectic pulses,
It's never quite the same.

If you've ever tried a melon,
You'll taste the sour souls,
All around the auburn flames,
And filled with solid holes.

The angels speak of falling,
Of going down the drain,
And all around the crystal light,
You'll always go insane.

Coherence is all relative,
All time has gone away,
Shapes will twist the life out of you,
And your mind has gone astray.
Another spontaneous writing :P
Chloe Elizabeth Dec 2014
I think from all the craziness and hectic paces of my life of madness, I never had the time to sit down and study the beat of my heart. And the truth is, maybe I did love him a little more than I thought I did.

By Chloe Elizabeth
i Mar 2014
where all the craziness is normal,
where all the alcohol and drugs are allowed,
where all the parties rock,
where all the boys are handsome,
where all the parents are boring and wrong,
where all the 'first's' happen,
where all the unforgettable memories are born,
where all you do now,
is going to be remembered later,

*and you aren't going to regret
a single bit of it.

— The End —