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Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Polychromic world
Alluring Colors
Aesthetic beauty,
Panoramic utopia
Magic smell
Visible, and invisible
Art work in display
Characters with expressions
No end, and the beginning
An abstract sum
Sanity sense
Authentic truth
Measuring life
Realm of the soul and spirit
Closed eyes, yet to see more
Delights over vivid views
Beyond languages,
Waving flag,
Meeting in a half way
Thus, Status updates.
Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections, 2018.
Paul Feb 2018
How about we turn implicit to simplistic?
A small sudden change in our pas de deux.
It’s French. An elegant step of two,
Though we almost ended up wearing the same shoes…
Folie a deux. Madness of two.
Our madness, as our hearts beat in tune.
Tik tok. Tik tok. Like a clock.
Counting the time to our starting off.
Tu me rends fou. You drive me insane.
You make me want to jump, swim or scream your name!
Let’s dance, my L' amour! In the moonlight like gods,
Beethoven’s sonata, performed by Euterpe,
The muse of music and arts! Just for us, the Olympian gods.
Tik tok. Tik tok. My heart is about to stop.
A day? A month? A year or two…
I will not stop loving you.
My dear, my love, my sweet un copain,
I love you, I treasure you, please drive me insane.
Let the grandfather clock, stop the passing of time!
I want you forever, handsome, young knight...
My love, my fire,
That will burn away the night.
Let’s dance! Again. Let me feel you close once more.
Performing our twirls, never dreaming of a stop.
For someone I love <3
spiral-whirl Feb 2018
baby, tell me i'm not crazy,
i swear i'm not,
i'm not mad,
the voices in my head don't lie,
maybe the world should die,
stop the lies,
i'm sane,
i just don't understand,
i try to be,
maybe that is what is wrong,
trying to be sane-
drives you insane.


                                    so aren't we are all insane?
                                which means insane is normal
                                          *see, i'm not crazy
Viseract Feb 2018
A sickness is inside of me, a plague of crows
That caw on humid winds and I know they don't
Want what's best, so they take it all away
Leaving me a husk, this thing I am today

It burns in my chest, it scorches my thoughts
Eats my sanity up, and you bet I fought
Maybe I'm not buried but I'm happily dead
Just seeing another dawn, fills me with dread

One slight move, and I've grown cold
The warmth you feel is it's feverish hold
Things may be going well, but I'm not one
I stare into the mirror and hate what I've become

I look alright, but that's a disguise
I know the monster hidden inside
Give me the means and I will show you the end
You like what you see, but it's all pretend...
I'm no more man then a wolf...
Ruby Nemo Feb 2018
rage sounds throughout cottages
killer fists pass by
illusion of wrap-around porches
steps leading the blind

protecting profits
popping out of the armchair's left
morality looks like me

cartesian dances surround their eyes
cursing makes you credible
John D Jan 2018
Head in a Spiral

Memories slowly fading
Reigning in fallacy
Dodging of reality
Silent in the night
Silent in the mind
Voices singing in my head
Leaving me lost and dead
Lingering for emotion and compassion
Losing my mind in utter blankness
Call to me and Tell me to
Bring me back to the good ol’ times
Asominate Jan 2018
Trying to preserve what's left of me,
In terms of my sanity.

Life: school + work breaks,
I need a break
Life: school + work breaks,
I need a break

Before it breaks me.

I'm not afraid to hurt
Won't let anyone get into my way
That includes all of you,
And also me.
feels
Annete Dec 2017
The worst ache went through
As mind tried to escape the body.
I stand still
Yet, exploding.
I’m losing battle
To myself.
to my pain
Jon Sawyer Dec 2017
A rope does not know its strands until it unravels.
Crazy unfurls as a cable overwhelmed by tension.
Braids to maintain are woven as need arises, and are not prepared.
My sanity is an anchor renewed,
while my instability is the eroding product of a millennium of crashing tides.
What knots do I need to know to endure the waves ahead?
I fear I will never be a fisherman.
4 December 2017 - by my wife, Adyson Wright
It's not the kind of sadness which makes you want to cry all the time,
But the kind of sadness that overwhelms your senses so much,
You began to question your sanity
You lost touch with all your emotions.

Venlafaxine in the day
A little white pill,
Promising you no more break downs.

Sertraline in the evening
Two little blue pills,
Selling you dopamine and fake smiles.

Quetiapine in the night
Three little pink pills,
Swearing that you'll be in control.

Those lies they feed you
False hope sold in crazy little pills,
I still clutch the bottle of gas
Dreaming of normalcy,
Cradling a razor blade on broken skin
I smile like a fool.
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