"maddness" poems
Its all in us...the consumer... it feeds on the living. Untill the heartbeat has stop. Life has to end to give to another. We all struggle and fustrate one aanother to give more and more... what happens when.. what is givin is gone. All your left with is a storm of chaos, but even within all this,
all this maddness and chaos there is peace. We all have that one spot, that one place that we can go to too relax and slow down for a minute. This new age, the one I was born into is very questionable...
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC
{Some are born mad}
…
{Some achieve madness}
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{Some have madness ****** upon them}
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 2:01 PM UTC
Tangible sin, its what i'm looking for
let the rants and raves begin
cause tongues of fire can never settle
for a one line poem or a break in tone
they need the blood red of wine in their glass
these aristocrats drinking from the lower class
we are far too outspoken to speak of silence
that's something only the seculars teach
Maddness, now there's an idea i can get behind
Imagine ideas like countries
nuclear weapons at their highest state of alert
what we believe is what we once held true
and whose finger is this on the trigger?
then eventually, yes
the tyrants will get voted into office
doing away with terms and treaties of old
eventually you'll get two shoes per person
as you read your generation's scripture like truth
from the nearest stall bathroom wall
for a good time call, God
cause he doesn't charge you per hour
well, only on sunday mornings nine to noon
but for everlasting life who wouldn't drink that elixir?
just one more broken promise
cause Buddha told me i'd be back again
back again to serve in the same platoon of freedom fighters
Nov 1, 2011
Nov 1, 2011 at 11:57 PM UTC
I tend to do this unforgiving
method of maddness when it comes to writing
I'll start and stop, repeating onto new work
unfinishing the last.
incomplete as each piece may be,
the brain is scattered
lost and afraid, it'll never feel the same way.
connected to what new beginnings
may be.
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 1:15 AM UTC
The sickly slice
The perfection maddening
The perfect spray
Erupting with beauty
Maddness pure and simple
The symmetry of crazy mind
My brothers anarchy and chaos
Simple Symmetry
Ran wildly across your body
More Symmetry
I need more
Don't leave just yet
You can't take the reapers hand
Not until im done
I won't let you
Slicing maddness
Entire limb loss
Goodbye old friend
May you rest in pieces
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 8:56 AM UTC
Death stands knocking at my door
"Go away" I scream, "Go away"
But he chooses only to ignore
And not listen to what I say
He keeps peering through my windows
Looking for a way, to enter in
While making subtle innuendos
About the kind of person I've been
Ever knocking, he will not leave
Trying to get my attention
His subliminal messages I receive
That tells of his evil intention
I keep hearing him knocking, every hour
He will not let me sleep
Holding me captive, with his evil power
Ever chasing my soul to reap
Knocking, knocking, knocking
His cadence is driving me mad
My fear, he's continuously mocking
Envading what dreams I've had
Then his knocking suddenly disappears
As silence now rings in my head
Maddness has overtaken my fears
Or maybe this means I'm dead
Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 7:30 PM UTC
First things first,
you’ll have to remove your hat and
the plank strapped to your limbs.
Your body will be used to thumb-wrestle with
gravity.
Please remove the staples from your chest.
Find your new set of lungs.
There is space to breathe here.
Take this new heart.
You’ll beat slower, suspended.
Circadian rhythms will not help you.
Your body will become a willow in a storm,
never breaking.
There are no mistakes here.
You’ll learn to drink silence for sustenance,
washed down with madness and tepid water.
You’ll learn to compensate for lacking conversation, hold secret meetings
in the basement of your mind.
You’ll learn how to disappear in a room.
No matter how hard you pound against walls
they remain padded,
concealed behind billowing drapery.
No one will hear you.
But, you’ll fit in fine.
You’ll stretch your skin as a tattooed leotard.
You won’t grow up,
You’ll grow inward
fortifying your lungs with weeds.
L’appel du vide, your distinctive urge to jump down from
high places will be quelled
by the grace in lifting.
Take respite,
There is nothing left to destroy here.
There are no checkpoints to neglect.
There is no need to be a hero.
Still,
you’re not convinced this is so much better.
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 2:22 PM UTC
I see fire
Inside your soul
The ache of distances
Bleeding passion into movement
The wide eyed terror of not
Being there
To see you wake
To share the shaking agony of lonely
Longing to taste your breath
The night burns with the smolder
Of your love
Raw skin
Relishing the intensity of devotion
Of lost time
Shaking on the afterglow of starlight
Disolving me once more
Glazed eyed and clinging
Clenching the stuttering maddness that has possessed my heart.
Only to have you fall
Leaving you behind
The night chokes my breath
And I drown in the wake of fear
Breaking heart to the shadow of chilled sheets
****** to dream of love
To hear the tinkling laughter of memory
Where you walk
Standing in all your glory arms open
Lips cracking that ****** cocky smile
That brings me to my knees
I fall into the flame
Of resentment
I hate you
Just a little in your ability
To smite me with love
To shake me down to the echoing void
Where all I feel is the loss of you
It eats away the corner of my sanity
******
I can't think without the your image
Name or memory
Touching the most intimate integral parts
The bits that are hidden from the main line thought process
You infect me with love
And hang me
With my own hands on the despair of absence
Where I would do anything
Say anything
Take anything
To touch
Hear
Or be
Where you are.
You wreck me
Running headlong
Into the wall
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 12:54 AM UTC
Madness? he laughed
a sip of tea
madness is not a thing,
nor a he, nor a she
if i could show you would you see.
if you could just let me be.
madness? he laughed
a sip of tea
yes madness is a thing,
that me nor you can see.
it is she
it is he
it loves me
don't you see?
with all my hairs,
and all my wits
i am proun to madness
in its bitts
i take a chunk and sip the tea
yes madness is he nor she.
if i could show you would you see?
that madness is he nor she
that madness is me
in all my entirety
so you ask,
madness? he laughed.
a sip of tea
yes madness is mad
and i am half
ready and willing
to sip off the tea
if only you could see
that he is me
and me is he
you would know
you would see
that madness is key
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 12:13 AM UTC
I didn’t doubt that truth was a liar
your “I love you”s tasted sweet
but poison a king will happily eat is usually hidden in delicous foods
and he will exclaim it tastes delightful unaware he is dying
I didn’t doubt the stars we’re on fire
I could feel their warmth from the ground
I could feel the burning flame in your touch on my leg, on my soft, unloved cheeks
I saw the burn marks on my body
I doubted that you loved me I
saw the emptyness in your eyes and I felt it in my heart
I searched for something in your words
there was nothing
It wasn’t maddness that took you away from me
I was a kiss on the stairwell to you
You were a kiss under the covers to me
You stabbed my father
You stabbed me over and over
the field of flowers were more promising
than whatever your revenge could give me
The arms of the river were safer than yours.
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 4:12 PM UTC
Fireflies luminate in wake of a setting sun
Tiny beacons becoming a river of light
Riding the current into the dusk dreams
The delicate drink of the evening affairs
Night owls, inspired by the twilight
Screech a verse with midnight maddness
Acrobatic arms orchestrate sunset tunes
Big booms serenade noctournal beast
Dark now blooms with wild music
The New Moon offering her acoustic
Play on, play on, before they wake
The Sunset Symphony, until day break
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 5:44 PM UTC
Since we moved
There are scattered pieces.
The fallout from explosions.
Pieces of us all
I'm little bits all around us.
Some left behind as well.
A photo of brother sledding
Tucked in the pages of
My algebra book.
Some pink rocks from the fish tank
In the driveway of their new home.
A box of children's toys
In the closet of a dorm.
Displaced and then misplaced.
Six people match the maddness.
We're not moving, we're just leaving.
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 8:27 PM UTC
I woke up in the morning, took a pill or two, open my eyes hopeing something is new,
I look into the mirror, dreading what I might see, but in the reflection was an improved me,
I see all ive ever wanted, best part is i got it, i turn around to hug you, but u dissipate into a fresh morning dew,
I watch from the sidelines as my dreams fly away, I wish U could've been there before my life went grey, there is no life without love, if only u loved me to, we'd be happy and sky's would be blue,
You went from the apple of my eye, to the wings that let me fly, you came from The cream in my coffee, to what makes it frothy, guess i can only say, without you makes my mind stray,
I can't find any other way to tell u I love u more than anyone I've ever met, I even waited in the rain until I was dripping wet, if u don't think I'm insane, please come with me down love lane,
We shall dance in the Stars, and kiss within the rain, as ive said before, without your love id be insane, **** without you id lose my brain,
Without u I'm constantly in pain, forgive me for my lies, forgive me if I died, coz without u I have no life,
This over whelming saddness, is one caused by maddness, if only us were a thing, and you furfilled my dreams.
Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 3:33 AM UTC
In tears, she thought to seek her prize,
Only to know in them she knew life.
Alone she wept, her dreams kept watch
Mid summer's night meant little to her now.
Set sail long ago,
Now in the middle of an ocean,
On a boat, sailing into the unknown
To chase dreams, she left home
Now, silence her true companion.
In chaos, her mind revels,
Reality obscured, between deception of sorts.
Damnation due, on a silver plate
The truth hurts to a heart living in fear.
Slowly fading, wrapped in darkness
Strangely comforting,
Drowning in black waters.
Silence maddening,
Shadows soaring,
Her song is all that's heard.
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 2:56 AM UTC
The wave,
Not slow, not rolling,
All the sudden crashing,
Crashing over me, All of me
It's this day
There's a feeling about it
One all its own
It holds the truth...
You're gone
I walk, ever so steady
One foot in front, then switch
A concentration...Just to not fall
Past concrete and marble,
To one etching
This one etching
Not only engraved in stone,
But the most in my mind
A name, a few dates
The last date lining up
With the day my wave hit
The rain sinks into cotton
Drenching my shoulders, my heart
I stand, I'm still, I weep
Weep with the rain.
My sorrow,
My maddness
Is not because of you.
No, it's because of
The absence of you
Retrace my steps
No looking back
My moan marking your eternal place
I'm done tumbling through the water
Though I still can not find breath
Everything else today
Everything felt, everything thought,
All took flight
Because all that matters
Is I miss you.
I love you.
And...
I can never have you.
This wave, this wave I feel
Swept you away with the tide
No sweet endings,
No goodbyes.
Today, I remember
Times fought, and times lost
On this day, I remember you
Your lovely, smiling face
But the wave will wash that smile
Maybe from the sand,
But not from my heart.
Never this heart.
Aug 3, 2011
Aug 3, 2011 at 6:42 PM UTC
There is a muted conversation
In broken english from the recesses of the dark room but the intent is clear
Overnighters all eyes and hands
grasping at the tattered remains of
reason they struggle against
the methods of maddness
this world makes custom
for each of us
Her smiles
are near to my heart
but her fingets too close to my wallet
The heavy hitters
step to the plate but
remain mute when they given
a chance to save the day for
this set of innocence
The crippled man limps
slowly to his last meal
while vultures pick his pockets clean
Im in trouble here
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 9:48 AM UTC
Words serve no purpose
you've chosen your fate
A woman who seethes
biochemial hate
How could a man marvel at beauty
When she admits her last meal was "Lookin4cutie?"
Why in the world would he choose to commit
to a girl who is spiteful and treats him like chit?
The over-sized ego that boasts of her charms
arouses suspicion and sets off alarms.
Try as you may
there's no way to please her
The war is internal
and nothing will ease her.
You give her some flowers, she says the wrong color
and conversation? You've never been duller
You take her out dancing, buy her some clothes,
she spends all your money and steps on your toes.
Walks on your ego, takes you for granted
Dimisses your dreams, but still you're enchanted.
How is it this angel can kiss you so well
yet one week a month will send you to Hell?
Take it as a warning when a woman picks a fight
flips out at your comments, speeds up at the light.
Anything to get you punching at the wheel
yellow moon is maddness, and *** is real.
Bloated and sallow, and feeling so low
without motivation she waits for the flow.
You tell her you love her and will so for years
she tells you she hates you, then suddenly, tears.
Give her a boot, show her the door
tell her to soften that miserable core.
Drop her on the corner
make her walk alone
Stay clear of her email
don’t pick up the phone
Next time read the paper
or find a nice long book
Spare yourself the misery
and let her off the hook.
soon it's all over
and lonely you'll be
sitting there wondering
where could she be?
next time be patient,
you know what they say...
a little understanding
goes a long long way.
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 1:07 AM UTC
What are the rules in the war against terror~
Did we foil their plans or was it simply their error?
How do we know when we've won the big fight~
Will they run for their lives? Raise a flag that is white?
Does someone announce when the suicide bombers
turn a blind eye to virgins, or whatever they're promised?
Can we sweeten the deal, make them an offer~
live belly dancers...season tickets... gold coffer?
So what will it cost us to buy back a brain
to turn a sick mind back to thinking again?
These 'holy warriors' choose death over reason
to back out on Jihad would sooner be treason
believing it's Allah that leads them to take
their own precious lives and far more is at stake~
The innocent victims we can not defend~
who daily live not knowing how it will end.
How can we justify, how will it look~
when all this is put in the history book?
What have we gained by the loss of their lives?
We **** for our cause, but the maddness survives~
We've stood up for freedom and bravely gone in
not once, but two times and then over again~
The Jihad, and what not, and now look to Zion,
where Jewish extremists hate the Almighty Lion~
Terrorists plot for the end of the West
while we who are faithful are put to the test~
What ought we do then, when challanged with threats
the further we dig, the hotter it gets~
Over thirty four hundred have paid with thier blood~
not counting civilians, who've died in the mud.
On innocent soil, the war will continue~
If you think this will end, then the truth is not in you.
The Brave William Wallace, he raised up his men~
to fight for their freedom, and won in the end.
He built up their pride and the love of their home~
picked a fight with King, and thus ends this poem.
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 2:30 PM UTC
I can feel the trembling of the earth through the soles of my shoes.
The grinding of the plates down there coming from the tombs.
Sound of ancient maddness seeping through the seams.
The killer in the night lurking in my dreams.
The sadness of my life howling through my bones.
The hollow sound of scraping from the catacombs.
I can feel the trembling blowing through the trees.
See it in the moonlight night fluttering through the leaves. Growing in the midnight winds a smiling lunatic.
The sound of fleeting dreams all gone as my body slips.
The killer in my eyes tonight laughing in my face.
Screaming from the mouths of death as angels fall from grace.
Nov 1, 2020
Nov 1, 2020 at 1:09 AM UTC
I can't vouche for things unknown,
But I can say, I know the maddness;
Of being alone.
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC
perception slowly escapes as I lay
entombed in sheets and pillows
the comforting scent of clean
serves up rememberances of childhood
helps relax into slumber
an overhead fluorescent flickers dim light
strobing the darkened room
like flashes of a summer storm
lingering on the edge of perception
miles distant
before even the rain taste can reach
before the air gets heavy
a dream rides forth
and settles in for the night
a old old man
standing in the desert
the noon sun a hammerstroke
that has no end
he wears a simple robe
leans on a thick wood staff
it is just perception
that seperates us from being a dream within a dream
and when that perception fails
they say its maddness
mumbles into his grey beard
in a long dead language
his back bent by
a heavy western wind
gone are the days the old mans family
held him close to their hearts
gone are the salad days when he was loved
now the desert has claimed him
now the desert is his lover, friend, his everything
Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 6:28 PM UTC
There is no maddness
Greater than worship
Blind crush in church
Atonements touching
Opal magic blushings
Simmering gloss lusts
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 11:02 AM UTC
A lonely girl
with her vacant stares
screaming in silence
but nobody hears
Her pain goes unnoticed
no one can tell
she smiles like an angel
but she's living through hell
Her eyes brim with maddness
she cuts her own skin
her sad little smile
fades and grows thin
scars on her body
scars on her soul
this hateful world
on her has taken its toll....
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 1:25 PM UTC
Down the rabbit whole dear Alice
With all your bobs and lace
Take heed fair beauty the fruminous peril at hand
Beyond in this rational land
Dont fear sweet maiden in the world of pomp and paradox
You'll find you truely thrive
For what is living if you dont feel alive!
Where Cheshire smiles and cat call lads
Label and obtuse
You are uniquely you
Unruley hair and all
Just becareful my love on how hard you fall.
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC