"insaneness" poems
Having been lost in eyes not meant to be found
Bound tightly emotions not meant to surround
The margin that fractions insaneness and Love
That outlines and contours the one I speak of
That borders the patterns defining her face
That playfully teases a careful retrace
That courses her body through each of her curves
And serves now as comfort for unsettled nerves
For now feeling lingers eager to embrace
The space it was once deemed unfit to encase
Through chance and through cryptical forces above
Love's passion retaliates through Destiny's shove
And the push with its knowledge finds in second round
Only loosely leashed are emotions unbound
And with unfirm restraint, and her tentative sighs
Surprised both are we to be lost in our eyes
Dec 9, 2011
Dec 9, 2011 at 5:35 PM UTC
Sometimes when you win you loose,
so hold on to all your *****
to sedate the hate
you've grown too tired to iterate
and as you hit the snooze to suppress the state of alarm within you
remember...
where've you been
what has hurt and
what has elevated you to love and light beyond mundane normality
there is pleasure in pain
and pain in pleasure
sanity in insaneness
it's all just a dream,
only the mind sees in black and white
open your eyes to colors of possiblity
and feel the depth of senses completely immersed in the experience of life...
for the way i see it,
there is not greater tragedy to reach the end of life without tasting the ecstasy of life itself ,
to die in a trapped mind, running on outdated information is the very
predicament know as the human condition
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC
"I'm gonna use my head as a weapon.
Find my way to escape this insaneness...."
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC
less love to suffer
I give you my all
the tragedies the utmost
for you I sit silent
listening
to the broken calls all the hurtful
triumphs the cat calls
the boastful
slaps in my face the rants the
insaneness
but stay
steadfast
in my hope for you
my love is like a dogs
no matter how far away you go
or to whom
I await
and when you return
I will leap up on you
lick your face race around \
wagging my tail for you came back and
I was worried
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 8:24 PM UTC
The drums in my ears, the galloping of horses right behind my back,
I stand looking at the murky thick fog, with the word ringing in my ears, "Attack!"
I stand still, pondering of what to do and why,
Pondering in my head, why don't I just die…
The black hooded riders gallop on their horses right behind me,
There is a legion of them, thick as smoke with no hope of being free,
Ravens screech above my head, smoke pours from my head, back and shoulders,
I want to reach out, want to give up with this feeling of me being crushed by a million boulders…
My head drums, my temples throb, my vision goes blurry and hazy,
My eyes cloud with a murky green color of insaneness, I'm going crazy,
I grab my sharp big knife, and start to stroke it absent mindly,
Meanwhile, I struggle on, with the hooded riders behind my back whle I stumble on-ward blindly…
I still have hope in my heart, as my feet carry me,
I look at the dim pale objects of people, walking happily and free,
While I… stumble in this murky thick fog, and behind me there is hooded figures with their swords,
The numbers so many of them, it's like black thick smoke, except of the figures there is hordes and hordes and hordes………
I fall on my knees, stumbling over ****** grass,
I see holy-water ahead, but the smoke atop my head tells me to pass,
Falling on my face, I give up, breathing hard and almost dead,
I give my last efforts, when a figure gallops up to me on a stallion and with it's sword just cleanly slices off my head…
The blood paints the grass, as my hand is holding the knife,
The blade is stabbed deep inside my chest, taking away my life,
My eyes go pale and my body stays motionless, in a death-like freeze,
The fog clears, the figures disappears as the smoke gets blow away by the soft gentle breeze......
~Mishka Wayz~
Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 9:09 PM UTC
insaneness
behind sane,
and saneness
behind that
insaneness
are behind
insanity
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 6:10 PM UTC
I have surrendered myself to that world where i m the part of that Storm, that fancy fantasy reminds me that emptiness of that world but, there is something which brings those ghastly winds and that wild Strom , nothing is seen in everything but its there something and at the corner its me enjoying my insaneness .
I m able to see those dancing souls attacking on me by their arrows and its their poison ,slowly and slowly I am becoming an creature erutaerc and now I don't need volley because I am scattering everywhere , I am loosing something but deserving something too, I am surrendering my self to that world . I am willing to join them but .....who?
My eyes have no wish to be opened and my nerves are getting closer ,I was getting closer to myself and every bit of my life is happening there and then suddenly I was facing that dynamic disaster because that was a fantasy and it was the cruel truth .............still........ I have surrendered myself to that world where i m the part of that storm .
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 1:59 PM UTC
It's officially the Apocalypse
Armageddon
***********
of religion
50 more lie dead
at one man's
hand
The purpose the philosophy
behind
such an act
escapes me
The insaneness
madness
makes me crazy
Help me
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 11:58 AM UTC