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Peyton L Aug 2019
Most believe
that not knowing
will drive you mad.
But really
learning the truth
can make you just as crazy.

It's a different kind of psychotic, yes.
But insane nonetheless.

There are secrets
secrets to this world
that a meager human mind
should not learn
should not have to hold.

Sometimes those fiendly deities slip up.
They leave a door open
a window cracked
and suddenly!
a human knows too much.

There are consequences, of course.
The natural order will always be restored,
in due time.
But alas, it is not the clumsy god who is punished,
no, if only it worked that way.
No, as it has been since humans
first walked,
the poor mortal man must be punished
for learning
listening when he ought not to.

And that's where the madness of knowing
comes in.
As punishment for the deities' wrongdoings.
The natural order is restored by erasing the man's
sanity.
And once it is gone,
it is impossible to retrieve.

So be careful, little mortal,
when you wish in the well for infinite knowledge,
you never know what mischievous god
may be listening.
Empire Aug 2019
Trigger warning: Self harm, cutting, suicidal thoughts


Every ******* DAY

i'M fighting

for sanity
for safety
                              for... something...        .           ..    .

I. AM. TIRED.

just get the ******* voices

OUT

but what the **** am i supposed to do????
i have to keep ******* living
                   breathing... . ...        .. .

BECAUSE YOU ALL COULDN'T HANDLE IT


I JUST WANT TO GIVE UP
I JUST WANT TO GIVE UP
I JUST WANT TO GIVE UP
I JUST WANT TO GIVE UP
.        ...           .
.    ....            .. .. ..
. .    .    .. . . . . . . ..
                                                    i.... .. i just...  .. ........        . ...     . . . . . .. .  
i just want to give up.

I have the strength
To win this battle
So, I must.

But it's not what I want

I never get what I want!

I JUST WANT TO
BLEED\
              '
              .
            
          ­     .
            



               .

...'cause maybe.... ... . .. . .  just maybe.. . ...
it'll be enough
to appease the demons
just enough
to offer one night's peace
• • • — — — • • •

Poured a lot of darkness out into this one...
It doesn't have as much power once it's on the page
Bob Aug 2019
Steady stream of loud silence paints fake images inside of a sane mind
Add in loneliness with a dash of time
And watch how quick it deteriorates
Answers of truth will be produced without words being formed into questions
Sweating in a room where the ac sets at sixty five
From hunter to prey
If last was first how fast would we run
Trying to win a race that nobody keeps track of
Why be the type to take the tickle out of a feather
**** the fun and shatter dreams
Anger is born from pain
Pain is related to love
Love is a drug that turns us all into addicts
No rehab to cure that
Sitting back waiting for her to come back
Afraid to stand and move along
Hard to sell yourself if your waste your value
Make some noise
Have a laugh
Sing a song
Keep the silence from stealing a sane mind
Nico Reznick Jul 2019
You know "robot" means "slave",
right?  I need
to believe that you are
more than your programming, need
to believe in the
love notes you wrote me in
binary code, need to believe that there's
space between the hardware and the
software for something like
the soul, need to believe in it with
all the faith that still ebbs through my fragile,
damaged circuitry.  I need to see
you break free of
these algorithms in order to believe that
maybe
I can too.
EmVidar Jul 2019
She gives me
the appearance
of sanity
A lie
I wanted to
continue

-em vidar
kk Jul 2019
Writing gets hard,
but the sky and the stars tell me
that I am the star even in times
when the rhymes don’t flow that smoothly
and life isn’t a movie.

When I’m at the cliff’s
precipice and my fingers are stiff,
tremors wracking my body
as I struggle to embody
something confident and godly,
it seems so much easier
to burn away than to stay drained.

But prose is my way
of praying,
and even if the deities of my brain
decide I must embrace pain another day,
I take literary measures in an attempt
to stay sane.
I thought vulnerability was for the weak.
Even when I let you inside my thoughts
I've had both hands on your steering wheel.
I swerve hard left turns on the difficult memories,
dodging the on coming traffic of blatant truths.
My minds is a pile up on intestate 98
but I have you on the detour route
to Mr. Nice Guy lane on the road of "life is okay".
The next stop is "I am happy" street on the corner
of "you will be all right" avenue and "I don't care" lane.
But these fabricated roads are painted over signs
that trick you into believing that I am truly "fine".
But all the cars have crashed and burned
and now you know the truth.
Insomnia is literally killing me right now but hey makes some interesting poems
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