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Outsider Mar 2019
My pulse is raising.
Sweat appears in my palms.
My fingertips are turning ice cold.
And so, follows the rest of my body.

I keep asking myself why?
But I can never seem to settle on a proper answer.
It´s an unlike pain,
that doesn´t physically hurt.

An immense trembling
that touches every nerve,
of my wrecked system.
It´s something that I can never understand.

I cannot quite grasp,
what my body is trying to tell me.
Involuntarily,
I´m forcing myself to insanity.
Marie Mar 2019
I was wondering if after all
I've done to you,
You left me alone in the darkness side
Full of agony and suffering
The shimmering lights
You bestowed upon
Now, just a memoir in the past
I couldn't ponder, why-------
Why we end up in here?
I can't let you go
Until now, my heart keep chanting your name so loud
I've didn't done wrong
I don't broke the promise we bind
In the first place, you know
No words that can described,
How much I love you?
I'm going to be insane
Thinking, how I can fix everything?
I miss you **** much!
Please came back my dear!
Light me up.
Free me from this pain.
Tony Tweedy Mar 2019
By cold logic you arrive,
not through panic nor insanity,
for they are something separate.

You recall those who witnessed,
through blinded eye the beginnings.
Those seemingly oblivious of your falling to this place,
and who could offer no sanctuary or escape.

In your mind the inaction testifies, of a value you no longer hold.
Not just in your place of open eyed awareness,
But also in their world of illusion,
where you no longer belong.

There are two pathways ahead.
But only one will each choose according to their need.
Emotional pain made into the physical
Or the ending of pain both felt and caused, both past and future.

At the beginning and in the intermediate,
the times when cries for help prevailed.
Not consciously shouted but through changes,
altered interaction with the world as it once was.

To those who bore witness to beginning and middle,
at this stage comes the "why?".
"I saw it"...."Why did I not see this outcome?".... "I knew",???

To those who have not been here,
There seems to be no logic,
They cannot see from where they stand the simple rationale.
So contrary and beyond sight
that only the tag of insanity gives explanation.

At the beginners guide just so the numbers who sought to read.
At the intermediate a lesser number could give an interest.
The despair of others an unwanted knowledge and the readings so reflect a reality best kept unvoiced... too disturbing to the ear.
And fewer now here... dear reader... eyes uneducated still asking why.... you few are too late to understanding and by now despair has been defeated.
There are words I would have used but the site censors them for those who are not members.
The sad truth is that only those here through three "guides" will make any sense of my writings.
Tony Tweedy Mar 2019
I cant fight any more.... I'm done.
My own mind assaults me and it knows my weaknesses.
The gaping wounds in my thoughts are constantly re-opened.
I wonder which side of sanity I live on and I despair....
What if I am sane?
What if this is reality and my vision clear?
My refuge then must surely be insanity?
Or am I already there?
Priya Gaikwad Mar 2019
How would you know?
If it doesn’t drive you mad,
If it doesn’t question your sanity,
How would you know?
If it doesn’t make you hate yourself & the whole world,
How would you know?
If it doesn’t ruin you,
How would you know?
If it doesn’t make you talk to yourself or the moon,
How would you know?
If it doesn’t make you do stupid things,
If it doesn’t make you a king/queen of bad decisions,
How would you know that it’s nothing but,
Insane, idiotic, and immeasurable love.
Alek Mielnikow Mar 2019
You know the words
make little sense.
But they replay
over and over and over
in your head.
And no matter
how much you could just
let it go,
just let it all go,
the pain of what they said
still grows.


-
by Aleksander Mielnikow
When I first wrote this poem it was called (You know the words…), which is my go-to way of naming a poem that does not have a title. Due to technical difficulties I was unable to post the poem when I wanted to. In the week that proceeded I learned about the psychology term "introjection," and realized it was the right title to use.
Kaden Mar 2019
chaining myself down is not encouragement
forcing me by the hand is not motivation
direction is not inspiration
honesty is not a policy
i'm honestly, not okay
please
stop the screaming

use a led ship the side of a button
it'll sail through the abandoned mind
looking for a lighthouse
but there is no light in this house
the doors have been locked for years
i locked them
don't let the monsters in
i didn't realise i was the monster

isolation is not safety
i'm not safe inside my head
a ship has found me
offers me sleep
and i'm tired
my head hasn't rested in days
the ship enters me and i fall asleep.
Alex Mar 2019
Something's wrong within my psyche
Something I cannot control
There aren't many people like me
Or at least I think so

Sometimes I am self-indulgent
Sometimes I am self-aware
Sometimes I'm completely present
Sometimes I'm not even there
Gandy Lamb Mar 2019
As you are reading this
I am standing right behind you
SHING
ha! Fool, you're too slow.
I've teleported exactly 5402.4 miles away from your location already.
This is the power of my metacognition.
Jesus may have walked on water, but my metacognition powers have changed the course of history
Afterall, who won world war 1, 2, gave birth to Albert Einstein and Elon Musk and founded America?
It was only because of the genius of my metacognition
And now, after collecting the 8 chaos emeralds
I have emerged from a chrysalis
And evolved into the perfect being
FEAR ME,FOR MY METACOGNITION LEVELS HAVE ASCENDED TO 5 MILLION TIMES THEIR NORMAL STATE
Worship me, puny mortals
Rose Cliff Mar 2019
hello
can anyone see me
please save me
from insanity
from humanity
humanity
     manity
             ity
they’ve lost the humans
where did all
the humans
go
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