Let The Crazy In

So write a poem about letting the crazy completely take over you.

Rules
~ No Word Limit
~ No Collaborations
~ Keep conversation in the post to a minimum
~ One Entry per Poet
~ Have Fun  

"True Hate"

I could burn this place down  
as many times as I'd like in my mind,  
without any sympathy  
for the girl or her mother  
who live beneath me.  
That bitch gave me a look  
when I opened the front gate  
like I was an equal to the  
garbage behind the back gate,  
so I channeled it as a fantasy;  
I would torch this place away,  
I would hope the trees  
that are as dry as me catch like  
wicker together like a flaming string,  
so the whole town can burn down,  
Hell well then have the world  
burn like a comet,  
an asteroid flying around  
out of the void of space,  
I can imagine the universe ablaze,  
the stars already are,  
and I stand as a cigarette  
lights itself in my hand  
consumed by the fire  
I created, all by the power of imagination  
all because of that stare at the gate,  
all created by true hate.

Luna~tic


a break in the clouds
reveals an eerie glow
the moon shatters
the darkness of the night
as the clouds part
to show their respect

    in the darkness of a room
    a shadow moves
    bathed in the moonlight
    shining through a barred window
    eyes cast in the color of evil

the wind gives life
to the motionless trees
animating their
exaggerated arms
marionettes on
invisible strings

    the moon brings the night to life
    horror stalks the living earth
    a screaming howl
    rips through the air and
    the night recoils

a whisper of fear
dances across the wind
the world cautious
of the threat
hides the moon
behind sheets of grey

    a silhouette cast unto the dark
    an abomination to the light
    a beast of man stalks
    with dreaded hunger
    as the moon cowers in the sky

within the wind
the cries of the damned
rustle like dried leaves
on dead limbs
silent echoes carried
through nothingness

    relentless throughout the night
    fearless in its course
    compelled by instinct
    necessity and desire
    driven by the allure of the moon

Tiny Dancer

right now in my head, there is a tiny person
restrained in a straight jacket..
screaming hoarse, raging bouncing off padded walls
grinning manically, long black hair dripping sweat
I don't know who this little distressed person is
wonder what caused the snap

The cheshire cat's nose could be seen from the moon tonight
come to mention it the man on the moon looks PISSED OFF

.. You see Doc..



daddy said it was ok
for you to lay

behind me
then start grinding

my two foot frame

hurt just a little
and today i am mental


So they say..



mommy was on go fast
makin her an outlast
and blind

to her baby being raped


"Why are you crying..
how ugly is your whining?"

Hushed ..
by a horrid embrace


the taste of his fingers
penetrates and lingers
the air that I breathe
gives way


duck duck goose and back packs
stimulate the flashbacks

I wonder
where daddy is


today

Moley Shit

We were dancing
swaying softly, surrendering
til we stepped on too many toes
then, it all started closing
loud bangs, clattering
like bolts of iron, closing
spiraling past any rabbit hole or
open portal to nowhere lane
never land..maybe not

insane, that was two or three blocks before black
the bus stopped there and it doesn't go back
This purple haze isn't LSD induced
it's a malady obtained by life's brutal truths

clarity, that's an idea sold to the masses
here in my market, it's rose tinted glasses
red shoes that sparkle
and words that bedazzle
while my brains frazzle and my blood spoils
my head grows heavy and my skin crawls
after-all , you say I'm fine
you see it, don't you?

...

“Crazy Blade”
http://i.istockimg.com/file_thumbview_approve/1221576/2/stock-photo-1221576-knife-and-blood.jpg
I hear
strange-things
that others don’t,
I see spirits
not really there.
Sure, it might mean
I’m really sick
inside,
but it doesn’t mean
I’m a lunatic,
a stone-cold killer.
It feels like the flu,
an infection creeping
into my marrow,
the sparrow died.
This rhythmic-banging,
incessant
drums pounding,
rattling inside
my tortured head,
infects me
with weird
homicidal-thoughts.
Visions of the undead
dance around my brain,
they whisper on my neck,
sending me shivers,
calling for
murder and
mayhem.
I read the Cajun
chicken-bones,
hear those ancient-incantations,
imploring me
with encryption,
telling me
to kill,
to spill innocent blood
with my shiny-blade.
The Ace of Spades is
my calling-card,
it trumps all others.
I can tell the victims,
I can see it in their eyes,
they cry fear,
they want me
to deliver them,
release them
from this Earthly plight.
Maybe tonight
or, perhaps
tomorrow,
I will thrill them,
spread my disease,
bring them to their knees
with one slash,
a flick of my wrist,
how lovely.
I’m not crazy,
my blade is.

Writing a poem about being crazy
but i think im lazy
is it time to confess
never!!! I think he back
i dont want to loose my prowess
Maybe all i lack
is sanity

The desire is overwhelming
Today I don't have a clear understanding
48 hours or circling, he's ready for landing
Last time I opened the door I left my girl standing
Only to lean back ....
Wait what time is it? When ? How did you? NO! Stop!....

I pierce into my skin only to spill poison
I split my insides only to be stealed back up
I look into the mirror to see another form of myself
But then I see you behing my eye
I panic, only to have you take over and seal my eyes black and back

I hear faint breathing, only to have her touch me
I take her by the neck, and cause dramatic motion inside her body
Causing her to scream,
Dammit shut up, something triggers everytime I thrust
I squeeze harder , letting her go numb, but I continue to pump not realizing I'm not getting a response

Mmmm fuck, I want to stop, but it keeps going
The more I think while being trapped i n my own body I realize this feel good, and I ask for a turn
Pumping into her not so warm body anymore, but its still wet
Wet enough to fill her up and watch it fall out, only for me to lick it up
My stomach growls violently, I thought that would have been fulfilliing, until the knife came to view
Digging the knife into her body, letting the blood errupt into my mouth
Letting the crazy mix with the poison inside

There nothing wrong with me, atleast that's what it tells. me
When I'm shooting some life into a lifeless body
Or when I drink and feed from a endless supply
Seee.... my point exactly
So now of day I just sit in my chair trying to gain so humamne emtions
But it has left me emotionless, without a clue , and it feels great

Madness


If Madness leads to freedom,
and to dark shall all things end.

I hold my mind for ransom,
and to dusk my soul I send.

You come here speaking of the light,
and all the good it brings,

but in the end you shall succumb
the truth that darkness sings.

You have a god to look upon,
and hope that gives you meaning,

but wait in time and you shall find
on your heart the darkness feeding.

What is this sickness in my heart?
A disease within my soul?

I just wish to give to you the gift of truth untold.

If you believe a cure is here,
A treatment for my ills.

I just prescribed an antidote
much greater than your pills.

Is my mind completely shattered?
Is my soul beyond repair?

For all I wish to give to thee
a broken dream of care.

The gift of this insanity
is truly a beauty to behold.

For when you crawl inside my mind,
The world you see don't seem as cold.

If Madness leads to freedom,
and to dark shall all things end.

I hold my mind for ransom,
and to dusk my soul I send..

By darkheartmagic

© 2008 darkheartmagic (All rights reserved)

War Pig.

This wind comes with an unexpected grit.
Tracing my skin.. Hammering me to the Earth.
Carried on the coldest gust..
memories repressed pay their dues.
Scars closed.. Have opened.
the icy chill settling on the top of my skull.

Eagerly chanting conscience's fingers..
To rip my fucking skull open
and drink what pours out.
Relinquish.. My soul I may..
surrrender.. My sorrow I cannot.
Helpless.. My fingers they tear..
nails drawing blood I spit it clean out.
Drain me of my powers

And consumed.. Only to be spat out
For whatever claim to this life I may have left.
I'll take whatever I can.
And relinquish an integral part of me..
that remains in War and Pieces.

"I hear you dancing..."

I hear you dancing and it makes me violent.
I plug up my ears at night but the noise only gets
louder.

So I pick up this huge knife in the dark and swing at the walls.  I know you are hiding there.  I here your screams and feel your calls.

My blade scratches at the plywood and I feel the torrents of blood spray.  I hear your cries of agony.  It's like a musical made just for me.  I'm overjoyed at the high pitch screams in this hell I have made.

You are my personal torment demon.  I have fun raping you with my blade.  Tearing apart your blueish flesh and soulless corpse.  No longer are you the impenetrable jade.  

I have defeated you long ago and now you are my gimp a thud in the corner so I am told.  All the ones that sent you to challenge me have forever left you in the abyss so cold.

I wrap you body in Concettina wiring.  And I promise you there will be no room for sorrowing.  I dip you in super heated vats of acid forever scorching your skin.  And my penis never remains flaccid. So sexual to see your rancid cunt scorched off and  deflowering.

You are now my interchangeable trophy of torture forever.  The ghastly cries that you will bellow.  Make my spirit whole and at peace it finally comes together.              

COFFIN CANVAS
Find an innocent so beautiful
Excellent for my collection

Blinded and gagged, she tries to screams
Like all the others, I’ll make her bleed
Hands tied behind, she cannot fight
I will be with you all day, all night

The body is gone, but you’re still fresh

In my mind, so I take up my brush
To the canvas, what’s the rush?
Your face is so beautiful upon the white
Jaw hanging slack, eyes without light
I’m so happy seeing you with the others
So many little daughters and some mothers
Have fallen to my charms
An exciting sensation of lovely harm

Who shall I pick among them today
I see a fair haired princess, a shining ray
Her smile it dazzles like the sun
When night falls, let’s have some fun

Spasms and twitches on the meat hook
A smile breaks on my face as I look
She struggles but the hook digs in
You are mine now, my little Lynn

Like the others, she can’t last

So it’s time for me to take up the brush
To the canvas, what’s the rush?
Your face is so beautiful upon the white
Jaw hanging slack, eyes without light
I’m so happy seeing you with the others
So many little daughters and some mothers
Have fallen to my charms
An exciting sensation of lovely harm

Job done, I toss the body to the dogs
Out in the cold, out in the fog
You’ll rest peacefully on my wall
As you’re torn asunder in their jaws

I look upon my bloodstained hands
Humble and true, I’m just a man
Who likes to have a little fun
And know, my darlings, it has just begun

Voices...
These voices arousing my every intention.
Burning and twisting at my flesh
this demons breath comanding me.

Blade in my hand
I can't lay it to rest..
I can't!
Can't!
CANT!

Panic washes over me.
There whispering.
Behind my back!
Fucking my skull numb!
What the hell do you want with me!

Comand my hands
Guide my body,
Through this darkened melody.
I've become my own blood stained belly dance.

Blade moving to the sound if my masters drum.
Oh God I love it when my body goes numb!
Eyes pitch as black.
These screams aren't mind.
My foots perched apon the devils wings.

Ill comand you the way they command me.
Stroke my body against your will.
They sing for me into your ear.
Whispering
Enchanting
Mesmerizing.

Dripping with sin I dance around them.
Body rolls.
I scream and moan!
I can't stop! !
I've resurrected the creator.

These screams aren't mine!
I've gone blind.
My body numb.
I've let them in!
Again!
Again!


~emilyroze