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"sane" poems
there is always somebody or something waiting for you, something stronger, more intelligent, more evil, more kind, more durable, something bigger, something better, something worse, something with eyes like the tiger, jaws like the shark, something crazier than crazy, saner than sane, there is always something or somebody waiting for you as you put on your shoes or as you sleep or as you empty a garbage can or pet your cat or brush your teeth or celebrate a holiday there is always somebody or something waiting for you. keep this fully in mind so that when it happens you will be as ready as possible. meanwhile, a good day to you if you are still there. I think that I am--- I just burnt my fingers on this cigarette.
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don't forget
You're watching, judging, and assuming You don't understand why I do what I do.  Why I obsess over little things. So stop trying to The world is my oyster But without the beautiful pearl Just a plain old shell, in a plain old world It's a shame you'll never know the brilliance All you're capable to understand is the madness. Insane, sane Heart, or brain Ferocious , tame Take two breaths and stop breathing all together. Turn your self to useless energy, forever. Welcome to mind of the mad. The queen of the asylum A dapper old castle in the brain of a girl. Who is tortured yet pampered in her own little world.
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Jul 24, 2012
Jul 24, 2012 at 2:00 AM UTC
Mind of the Mad
That workaholic lady who's always on call, keeping up with the market fall. That newly married lady with chunky red bangles, returning to her father's big castles. That person who's scared to get lapse, so stays active on the google maps. That person who swings like a kid at the back door, Or the one who perform calisthenics on an empty floor. That next door girl with a red lipstick, flicking her shinny hair & gossiping with her clique, That dreamer gazing outside the window, That overworked soul dozing on his elbow. That 21st century kid, listening to Eminem & playing video games. Or That 90’s kid, listening to Jenga Boys & playing outdoor games. That banker with a big fat stomach, filled with his beautiful wife’s love. That lady who eats like a thief, in her big fat bag hiding a beef. That old man who can’t stand Bombay's winding turns. That granny spotting & criticing  every fashion trends. That man who has Raju Rastogi’s concerns, thinking & chanting for earns & returns. Those kids who believe their job is to fill the voids in a battlefield, in the still crowd surpassing like electrons into a magnetic field. That lady sitting under cold seat like a glacial, than standing with 7kgs in a crowded central, & tryna stay sane listening to George Michael. That geek who switchs from Linkedin to Arjun Reddy, when the masses flee into the scenery. That trader crunching numbers so rapidly, when the stock prices go down hourly. That person on the last seat, diagressing from work & gazing around, soaking in her pashmina, with a career newfound.
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Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 1:35 AM UTC
Your's truly, Travelogue.
That workaholic lady who's always on call, keeping up with the market fall. That newly married lady with chunky red bangles, returning to her father's big castles. That person who's scared to get lapse, so stays active on the google maps. That person who swings like a kid at the back door, Or the one who perform calisthenics on an empty floor. That next door girl with a red lipstick, flicking her shinny hair & gossiping with her clique, That dreamer gazing outside the window, That overworked soul dozing on his elbow. That 21st century kid, listening to Eminem & playing video games. Or That 90’s kid, listening to Jenga Boys & playing outdoor games. That banker with a big fat stomach, filled with his beautiful wife’s love. That lady who eats like a thief, in her big fat bag hiding a beef. That old man who can’t stand Bombay's winding turns. That granny spotting & criticing  every fashion trends. That man who has Raju Rastogi’s concerns, thinking & chanting for earns & returns. Those kids who believe their job is to fill the voids in a battlefield, in the still crowd surpassing like electrons into a magnetic field. That lady sitting under cold seat like a glacial, than standing with 7kgs in a crowded central, & tryna stay sane listening to George Michael. That geek who switchs from Linkedin to Arjun Reddy, when the masses flee into the scenery. That trader crunching numbers so rapidly, when the stock prices go down hourly. That person on the last seat, diagressing from work & gazing around, soaking in her pashmina, with a career newfound.
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A loaded gun behind the perfect shot, infiltrates my mind with memories I forgot. Pills and potions couldn't help ease the pain, the man with the mask I can no longer keep sane. And in the bleeding sky I saw, scars I've encountered once before. The depth is scary, but I can't look away, I dive and drown in this red ocean every day. I close my eyes and hum a song, trying to outshout the things I've done wrong. It's a suicide mission to try and win this fight, so I'll just get lost with the strangers of the night. On the gleaming tracks I run with no goal, it's just an endless journey within a distant black hole. I'm just a fraction of something that could've been great, but, I know it's too late to change my bulletproof fate.
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Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 2:44 PM UTC
Save Myself
I can lay right next to you and never touch you I can see you smile from across the room without kissing you I can watch you leave the room and resist hugging you goodbye But sometimes when I'm next to you you have to ask me to move away Because for a few minutes I let fantasy get confused with reality and I lean against you during a movie And it's so warm your arm and mine, touching for that minute I'm at peace But when you ask of course I make room Because I don't want you to feel uncomfortable And if you weren't my friend I would probably try it just once, to know what it would be like to kiss you But ideally, I'll get over this and when I am, we'll still be friends So in the meantime I try not to think about kissing you and I only hug you when I have reason to What I'm saying is I will do what I can to keep myself sane and our friendship intact But just know that with every look I give I wish I could give so much more.
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Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 2:24 AM UTC
I Can Only Try
"Society is cruel to make us believe we are sane, but we all secretly know that deep inside our minds, we are all insane."
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 12:19 PM UTC
Insanity
593 I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful— And whether it was noon at night— Or only Heaven—at Noon— For very Lunacy of Light I had not power to tell— The Bees—became as Butterflies— The Butterflies—as Swans— Approached—and spurned the narrow Grass— And just the meanest Tunes That Nature murmured to herself To keep herself in Cheer— I took for Giants—practising Titanic Opera— The Days—to Mighty Metres stept— The Homeliest—adorned As if unto a Jubilee ’Twere suddenly confirmed— I could not have defined the change— Conversion of the Mind Like Sanctifying in the Soul— Is witnessed—not explained— ’Twas a Divine Insanity— The Danger to be Sane Should I again experience— ’Tis Antidote to turn— To Tomes of solid Witchcraft— Magicians be asleep— But Magic—hath an Element Like Deity—to keep—
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I think I was enchanted
Here is a glass of water from my well. It tastes of rock and root and earth and rain; It is the best I have, my only spell, And it is cold, and better than champagne. Perhaps someone will pass this house one day To drink, and be restored, and go his way, Someone in dark confusion as I was When I drank down cold water in a glass, Drank a transparent health to keep me sane, After the bitter mood had gone again.
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A Glass of Water
Never show your emotion, never show your pain. Be emotionless, fearless, show you are the one and only. No emotion keeps you sane. No emotion is me, me. Emotionless is the Key to Success.
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Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC
"Emotion is the Key"
So I'm writing a fiction novel Cool, what's It about? Well, it's set in a dystopian society. So not very cheerful. Tell me about the society. There are multiple different governments that disagree with each other, millions die everyday, people are tortured, some people are even killing themselves because of diseases of the mind, sometimes people hurt each other bad enough emotionally they traumatize them. People still judge each other based on things they can't change and your beliefs can get you killed. People shoot other people for no reason and there are always nuclear weapons pointed at each other. Crazy people and worse, some sane people ****** people remorselessly and so many people hate each other. Sounds awful, what's it called? Reality.
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 11:20 AM UTC
Dystopian Society
I take a drink And then I think I'm not alone But still on the brink Of insanity In calamity Flashing lights A gun blast sounds It keeps me sane It keeps me bound I sip again And take another shot I sit again And get shot a lot You all might think it's lame But I love my ***** And my video games
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Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 1:59 AM UTC
***** and Video Games
Only you can set my heart on fire Only you can destroy me on my mind until the body begins to tire dreaming of you, each night you're all I see I gave you my heart, only you can destroy me. I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way Life is not life with out you in it you gave me life, you gave it meaning my heart is on fire, a fire that you lit a fire that as stood but is now beginning to sit. I miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. The image of your smile that sinks further into my mind the fun times, just a memory the way you loved, the way you were always kind Only you can set my heart on fire Only you can destroy me Only you can set me free free from the pain the memories of you are keeping me sane set me free from this pain. As you lay there, sleeping little did I know something so evil was beginning to grow inside your head, something that didn't belong. You were always so strong fighting the pain fighting to be free but one day you was taken from me.
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Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 4:22 PM UTC
Things worth remembering
Buy me ripped skinny jeans And feed me LSD Maybe then I'll be happy Earlier this night I traveled down memory lane Please call my friend Mary Jane She'll help me forget I'm in this ****** life I know I'll never win Unless I get my veins full of heroine I don't even know how to keep myself sane Without a hit of ******* All I ever wanted was to leave behind a legacy But the thing is I no longer feel the ecstasy That's supposed to be lingering in my ways I'm in no position to pretend that I'm holy Especially when I'm always seen With my good friend Molly Cause who am I to avoid all this I'm just a sad lonely teen Feeling psychedelic
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Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
Psychedelic
and i don't even know if i want to kiss your lips or just your skin because i'm      falling        falling          falling            falling          falling        falling      falling but i don't want to hit the ground again. are you sure your arms can hold the weight of my love when it's wrapped in wet clothes? and are you sure it's the best idea to take this where the wind goes? i'm not yet sure if love is a real thing it's just a    beautiful   fictional deadly play, and you still kiss me like i'm sane but i know it's all just another game so don't be surprised if i refuse to participate. and you're like a          cynical            patronizing              inconsiderate            impartial          callous song, but your vicious words still gently drag me along. and i'm not sure if you're really toxic or it's just all in my head. because i love you love you ove you ve you e you you ou u or maybe i love when you're in my bed.
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May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 10:56 PM UTC
not sure if i should love you or f*ck you
Remember, You have a heart Even if It has scars Or Feels weak. Even though it doesn't beat Or stops for anyone. Doesn't mean you don't have a heart. You are still sane You do love. You do care. You just love too much That it ends up Killing you from The inside And out. You love until You feel like you can't anymore. And in time Someone will do the same thing to you. And It probably already happened. Someone's heart has beaten And stopped for you. You are loved And Cared for. Even if you don't know it. You are loved. Even when you can't love yourself.
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Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 12:51 PM UTC
Why Can't I?
They say, The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain But I blame, in vain, the rain for the insane, you see This plain pain hasn't the same name, nor the same game For the rain's pain is the same sane as they claim And since the pain's shame resides mainly in Spain, Neither the rain nor Spain is to blame for the insane, so now This sane can claim the uneven plane's plain's the name to blame But the strife of life is held under the knife of a wife Where strife runs rife throughout the wife's life The knife, learning from the fife, plays with the life While the fife excites life, the knife excites strife The wife with the knife is at fault, fact or fake? Is the knife to blame for the strife of the wife's life? Or the fife for teaching the knife to play with strife? This just goes to show that no one knows the real rose For the rose, in it's thorny clothes, just shows the nose The smell, a pose, so close, tingles the nose till it glows But the finger, too close, chose to trust the nose's prose Blame the rose who proposed the show and showed the pose? Or the nose, whose clothes glowed from the smell of the rose? The finger couldn't 'ave known the true pose of prose from the rose to the nose.
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Apr 5, 2011
Apr 5, 2011 at 7:20 PM UTC
Rain in Spain
*Minds infested with lies There is no reason to start a conversation Every word a figment of sinister plan Heady cocktail inebriating the sane mind Muddled heart and mind in a state of stupor Reasons not enough to not believe the unreasonable*
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Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC
Lies
This poem is not pretty... It's real black and white no one wants to listen to them few want them families in shambles mom was gone long ago the ***** drug addicted, unlucky children, adults, black , white, chinese you name it they are there no work no hope hungry and ***** few notice them blending into the sidewalks 400 a night fill just one shelter one shelter of thousands crazy and sane the forgotten and the down trodden it could be you you just don't want to admit it
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Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 9:36 PM UTC
#Homeless
Never thought I'd listen to Kodaline, as I walk down the Memory Lane Oh, Clementine For when I was with you I've always been sane You said you'd be at nine But since you were no longer mine, I spent all night with you in my mind And glasses of champagne on my hand Oh, Clementine It's hard for me even to draw a line Letting you go costs insanity I can't define With countless loss of dopamine But I guess if you're fine I'd do my best not to intervene Oh, Clementine February 14th you're no longer my Valentine Driving through the sreets I ran out of gasoline But the time is due and I've come to the deadline While sighing 'I'm done' I know it's time for me to be gone
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Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 10:45 AM UTC
Clementine
My body somehow knows The grief tomorrow holds. I ache and throb But I cannot sob; The urge to cry Stings my eyes. My feet drag heavily In the depths of this valley. Every year without fail I remind myself I am too frail. "You're strong without the numbers," Yet I was too weak to pull you from your slumber. Each March 22nd Feels just like the 1st end, When your heart stopped beating And mine started bleeding. I'd skip this whole day But I'd miss the chance to say: I miss you, lovely little hurricane. It's all I can do to keep sane. The smell of mint Hurts just a hint. The skinny jeans and hair bows I could never disown. I wear your effect On my forearm ***** The pain of loss is akin To etching you into my skin. My hands shake with cold, Though not as cold as a headstone. Oh, how my body knows The grief tomorrow holds.
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May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 11:58 PM UTC
Grief Anniversary
There’s a girl I met, She’s just my friend Every time we meet, I take a deep breath When she look at me like that, I felt like I’m on the spot. I think she likes me too, And I really like to I caught her eyes sometimes, Believing on my own lies. That she feels something, When there’s nothing. I know she have someone new The most hurtful truths I’ve ever knew I  can’t keep sane, Can she feel my pain? I just want to grab this chance, To take a quick glance. Coz it’s the least I can do, Instead of having her.
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Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 8:25 AM UTC
The Girl I Met
I will regret this in the morning but I will do it anyway my impulsivity often overpowers my conscience yet I am almost always fully aware of the decisions I make and their consequences I am not exactly mentally stable but I am sane enough to know right from wrong yesterday from today love from lust although sometimes I mix them up I have a tendency to lunge at any pair of arms that open for me my mind and body often disagree my body saying yes to eager hands my mind saying no constantly looking towards my heart thinking how stupid one must be to fall repeatedly get hurt every single time and still manage to do the same over and over again I wonder how many times I will have to hit the ground in order to learn to stop falling face first? I often say things that should be left unsaid I often do things that should not be done sleep in beds unfamiliar make believe love to strangers get to know people who will not remember me tomorrow I am gone as quickly as the hangover I can be washed off the tongue just as quickly as the liquor I often believe I am capable of inciting change I kiss temporary lips with permanence hoping that I can train them to stay I love temporary people with permanence hoping that I can train them not to leave and when they do I claim to have seen it coming I am incapable of forgetting a scrapbook memory of skin and heartbeat of touch and moments I know not to look directly into eyes for they can be blinding and I still do it anyway I know of the risks that shouldn't be taken well aware of their consequences and I still take them anyway you could say it is my own fault for the way that things continue to turn out but I can make no promise of apology instead I will live momentarily **** up intentionally love recklessly fall unguarded break enough times to learn how to put myself back together crash into concrete enough times to learn how to shift a crooked smile into something worth seeing I have been told that a life lived in fear is hardly a life lived at all so I intend to live every second like it is the last one I will have I will write each night as it happens narrate my own stories and hope they turn out okay I will regret this in the morning but I will do it anyway.
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Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC
I Will Regret This In The Morning
I will regret this in the morning but I will do it anyway my impulsivity often overpowers my conscience yet I am almost always fully aware of the decisions I make and their consequences I am not exactly mentally stable but I am sane enough to know right from wrong yesterday from today love from lust although sometimes I mix them up I have a tendency to lunge at any pair of arms that open for me my mind and body often disagree my body saying yes to eager hands my mind saying no constantly looking towards my heart thinking how stupid one must be to fall repeatedly get hurt every single time and still manage to do the same over and over again I wonder how many times I will have to hit the ground in order to learn to stop falling face first? I often say things that should be left unsaid I often do things that should not be done sleep in beds unfamiliar make believe love to strangers get to know people who will not remember me tomorrow I am gone as quickly as the hangover I can be washed off the tongue just as quickly as the liquor I often believe I am capable of inciting change I kiss temporary lips with permanence hoping that I can train them to stay I love temporary people with permanence hoping that I can train them not to leave and when they do I claim to have seen it coming I am incapable of forgetting a scrapbook memory of skin and heartbeat of touch and moments I know not to look directly into eyes for they can be blinding and I still do it anyway I know of the risks that shouldn't be taken well aware of their consequences and I still take them anyway you could say it is my own fault for the way that things continue to turn out but I can make no promise of apology instead I will live momentarily **** up intentionally love recklessly fall unguarded break enough times to learn how to put myself back together crash into concrete enough times to learn how to shift a crooked smile into something worth seeing I have been told that a life lived in fear is hardly a life lived at all so I intend to live every second like it is the last one I will have I will write each night as it happens narrate my own stories and hope they turn out okay I will regret this in the morning but I will do it anyway.
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Please, close the door, and lock it shut These feelings are the death of me Unbearable sadness coupled with undying rage Drives me sane, woke up in the hospital with a cold sweat. All alone. alone with my thoughts, I cannot sleep So I stare at the white ceiling thinking of you, Wondering what I could of done to deserve this. I tried to be a good friend, I know sometimes it doesn't seem like it, I am full of love, but I don't know who to love. Opening up to you took more effort than imaginable, you take it for granted, but that's okay. Use and abuse me I'll take the abuse.
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC
I'll be here