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Mr X May 2014
"A mind all logic is like a knife all blade.
It makes the hands bleed that uses it. "*


~Rabindranath Tagore
The Motherland May 2014
A moon beam glides along the soft covers of my skin.
Let the moon make me mad, I thought,
For there is no fear in what is known.
I beckon the sermons of wild men
To settle in among the cracks of my skull.
Spirals and stars may rest on my hands
For a mind barren and lonely
Holds not a life worth living.

Let darkness flood my life and dampen empty
Hopes with beauty and love.
I shall not stray from what is destined for me,
For I will play neither God nor Satan in this farce
Of innocent freedom and dizzying thought.

I do not fear madness, I fear the emptiness
Of logic and rationality.
For how can there be joy in knowing
How it'll end?
Found this on a scrap of paper written in the middle of the night a few months ago when the moon was shining right on my bed as a bright strip and I flung open the curtains and blinds and window to see it
Xiomara Garcia Apr 2014
What is sanity?The only time my head is rational is when the smoke floats out through my parted lips,placing me into another realm.When the pipe is gone I'm thrown into a world of chaos and worry.A world where I'm too scared to take a step out my front door.I guess not all of us are cut out to be normal.

— The End —