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#maddness
I talked with Don Quixote today. It was a fruitful discussion. So fruitful that it made my mind go haywire. *** At last I began to think That the limit of insanity is not in the mind But in the will.
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Mar 26, 2021
Mar 26, 2021 at 10:05 AM UTC
The limit
In the darkest of nights , In the prettiest of hells , I have nurtured myself, Then what is it that stops me, now?? To my horrors ,I realise, Non but myself is the culprit this time!! What you do when you're trapped in your own mind ???? and , I am actually trapped this time !! I thought I am strong Coz I fought the entire world for my beliefs But what i do , If my beliefs start shaking I've been feeling this earthquake recently,   So what you do when you feel ,   this earthquake in you ?   I've been weighing each pro and con   But I feel it entraps me evermore ..   So what to do ??   Maybe having a new belief system,   Might help me   But then what about my previous beliefs?   Could all these belief systems ,   go together I wonder ?   I think they can   So I'll  let you know   What it feels to have,   multiple belief systems altogether   But for know I'll go   Find another belief system for me
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Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 3:25 AM UTC
BELIEF
You're a beautiful kind of madness. A misunderstood truth..
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Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 6:39 PM UTC
Misunderstood
No! Let him go! Scratch at the cage. Scratch and scratch. Away. Got to get away. Dig out. Dig out. Theyre coming. Sit and hide and wait. Sit and wait and hide. There is no where to hide. No where to go. Need freedom. Theres nothing you can do that i have not already done to myself. There is nothing you can do that i have not already done to my self. There is nothing you can do. There is nothing you can do. Away! GET AWAY. its just me. It has to be just me. Just take me. Its me. ME! There, there. There, there. Its okay. Im here. Im here. Its me. Im me. **** Im sorry. Im so sorry. Please let him out. Let him out.
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Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 6:02 PM UTC
psychosis
There's a rattlin' in me Gettin' louder now What used t'be mel-a-dee Don't come out of me Just a rattlin' sound Just a sh-sh-shakin' There's a rattlin' in me Gettin' louder now Keeps on bangin', won't stop clangin' Never lettin' me sleep Yeah, a rattlin' in me Can't hear nothin', babe All the way down. Just a rattlin' sound A rattlin' at the cage
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Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 11:48 PM UTC
Rattlin' at the Cage
Are we made of atoms? Stars? Cells? Do we truly feel, or wish to feel? Do we have one soul mate, Or do we continue to love? Many questions without any answers Leads to the curious discovery of truth. Is it the truth we wish to find, Or will we regret finding it? Curiosity is a mystery, A mystery without and end We search the ends of the earth, For the answer to all. Some will never find satisfaction, Others will go mad Would that make them the Mad Hatter, Or a psychopathic mind. Is love crazy? Or is it crazy not to love? Why keep searching, If you'll know if you're wrong?
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 2:07 AM UTC
Curiosity
you always ask where my sanity went but don't you realize you're the one who took it?
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Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 2:06 AM UTC
ignorance
In the back of my head i can hear them, Tiny voices pulling me near them, Asking me begging me to write these words. The voices of dead poets all speaking to me at once Telling me the words they were never able to speak. Entrusting me with the words that remain unwritten and unknown. Inside of me i can hear them growing louder and louder and behind each word the feeling, the passion that burned inside of them. Like so many things in life the only way to silence them is to satisfy them. So i desperately write until my hands begin to bleed. Until tears run down my face and trickle onto the page. When i run out of ink i will use my blood, I will write and write until i cant anymore then i will join them... I will join the voices that once haunted me. I will become the voice that keeps YOU up at night. I will become that voice that screams in the back of every writers mind.
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Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
Silent echoes
I used to call them brave, the people who would misbehave but it was destiny one day I would become like these kids broken and alone, not feeling loved or happy the bond between those youngsters was unbreakable blood is thicker than water is what the old people say but it in their case the water had won some people call them tiger stripes others choose words like battle wounds you always called it beautiful but for me it was a curse something I could never stop demons whispering in my ear the devil loves pretending he always seems to care and for me that was enough.
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Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 5:25 PM UTC
tiger stripes
You’re awake, But trapped in your mind I was there, When you left us all, behind You can’t escape this verdict, no chance, Everyone knows what you’ve done- You’re a monster, But an angel to just some You’re a monster, You can’t escape Just try to run, Monster, Monster, Angel, Monster, Monster In a labyrinth of lies, Beasts track you in a web of spiders And the raven flies, A sign that you’ve arrived You can hide it from yourself, soldier But heaven knows your sins You’re a monster, yes you’ve tried to win- Monster, try to live within that skin Monster, Monster, Monster, Monster, Monster
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Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 11:12 AM UTC
Labyrinth of the Mind