Submissions by Insanity_Is_Life
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I take my work from deep imagination as it is my only escape from reality.Hope you enjoy my poetry.
DARK POEM
Published
9th Mar 2015 1:10am
9th Mar 2015 1:10am
In My Mind
"Do you know what it's like to watch yourself die?" I ask myself because I'm to afraid to ask anyone else.
It's terrifying and painful all at once.
In your mind, you feel claws and nails tearing at your heart, mind, and soul.
You hear the cries of your guilt, ringing and unending.
The laughter of your pain, harsh and cold.
The burn of your anger, white hot and unholy.
The list goes on and on with what I feel is killing me.
There are secrets I'm ashamed of sharing.
There are words that I want to use to hurt you...
It's terrifying and painful all at once.
In your mind, you feel claws and nails tearing at your heart, mind, and soul.
You hear the cries of your guilt, ringing and unending.
The laughter of your pain, harsh and cold.
The burn of your anger, white hot and unholy.
The list goes on and on with what I feel is killing me.
There are secrets I'm ashamed of sharing.
There are words that I want to use to hurt you...
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Mar 2015 3:59am
5th Mar 2015 3:59am
Ghost In The Mirror
Looking at you is like looking through a window
Like window shopping, all i want but can never have
Can't you see me to?
Or are you looking through a mirror
I feel like a ghost to you
I can barely breathe you
Feel you
Touch you
But like smoke you slip right through my fingers
I claw and tear at the air around me
Trying to breathe when I feel like drowning
Colors blur and lines dissipate
All mixed in this reality of black and white
But where's the grey?
I can't describe what you are
Who you are
All you are to me
Just...
Like window shopping, all i want but can never have
Can't you see me to?
Or are you looking through a mirror
I feel like a ghost to you
I can barely breathe you
Feel you
Touch you
But like smoke you slip right through my fingers
I claw and tear at the air around me
Trying to breathe when I feel like drowning
Colors blur and lines dissipate
All mixed in this reality of black and white
But where's the grey?
I can't describe what you are
Who you are
All you are to me
Just...
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Feb 2015 5:27am
6th Feb 2015 5:27am
Who Am I
Am I beautiful?
Am I ugly?
Am I me?
Things I have faced have left me unafraid.
I wondered when my life would get better.
They say its just a phase.
That God judges you and test you unexpectedly.
I sometimes wonder if that is truly whats happening to me.
Or is it that fate is playing a cruel game right now with my heart.
I crave love.
Yet I satisfy myself in the destruction of others.
I am a monster and yet I am not.
My mask is built on deceit and lies.
I play innocence and purity.
But in truth, I play myself...
Am I ugly?
Am I me?
Things I have faced have left me unafraid.
I wondered when my life would get better.
They say its just a phase.
That God judges you and test you unexpectedly.
I sometimes wonder if that is truly whats happening to me.
Or is it that fate is playing a cruel game right now with my heart.
I crave love.
Yet I satisfy myself in the destruction of others.
I am a monster and yet I am not.
My mask is built on deceit and lies.
I play innocence and purity.
But in truth, I play myself...
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2015 4:49am
3rd Feb 2015 4:49am
Forget
I'm tired I say. I'm fine I say.
But i'm far more hurt and broken than a few words can say.
It's like trying to describe the sky or a certain color to a blind man.
No one looks past the painted smile and lying eyes, if only to hide the discomfort of knowing there is a darker side to every effort and emotion one feels.
We all hide, wanting to share a story or a simple word, but afraid to say anything, less we be judged by our way of life.
So how can you tell I know nothing of pain when you have beat me?
How can you tell me I know nothing...
But i'm far more hurt and broken than a few words can say.
It's like trying to describe the sky or a certain color to a blind man.
No one looks past the painted smile and lying eyes, if only to hide the discomfort of knowing there is a darker side to every effort and emotion one feels.
We all hide, wanting to share a story or a simple word, but afraid to say anything, less we be judged by our way of life.
So how can you tell I know nothing of pain when you have beat me?
How can you tell me I know nothing...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2015 4:34am
3rd Feb 2015 4:34am
Freedom
Silence is something that people cherish, something others hate.
What they don't realuze is that my silence is lost and hurt and broken all at once. Something agonizing and confused. I wish to scream out my hate and my pain, let the tears flow from my soul as they have not done so freely for a while. But my silence comes from pain and hurt, and punished teaching. How am I to speak my mind when no one listens and they hurt me for the truth?
I want to speak and be me, free from the pain and fear.
I want to be loved and cherished by those who want me.
But who am I to...
What they don't realuze is that my silence is lost and hurt and broken all at once. Something agonizing and confused. I wish to scream out my hate and my pain, let the tears flow from my soul as they have not done so freely for a while. But my silence comes from pain and hurt, and punished teaching. How am I to speak my mind when no one listens and they hurt me for the truth?
I want to speak and be me, free from the pain and fear.
I want to be loved and cherished by those who want me.
But who am I to...
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2015 5:57am
22nd Jan 2015 5:57am
The Hope of Six Scars
It's been a while since we've last seen that girl.
2 years to be exact.
The one with the scars on her thighs and wrists and that smile on her lips. She's grown different.
Older.
Smarter.
Still broken and hurt and scarred.
But she lives.
Its all because of a promise she made to her self and others.
The scars from years ago have passed and are hidden from sight, waiting to fade.
And so she's proud.
Proud that her past is left behind and she can break free from the web of lies and hurt.
But she trusted her parents to much.
And that trust left her...
2 years to be exact.
The one with the scars on her thighs and wrists and that smile on her lips. She's grown different.
Older.
Smarter.
Still broken and hurt and scarred.
But she lives.
Its all because of a promise she made to her self and others.
The scars from years ago have passed and are hidden from sight, waiting to fade.
And so she's proud.
Proud that her past is left behind and she can break free from the web of lies and hurt.
But she trusted her parents to much.
And that trust left her...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th May 2014 00:42am
18th May 2014 00:42am
Time
Time is something that we have barely taken notice of. It passes by in a flash or streams by in a slow wave. Either way, its there. It threads between us and into our lives, letting us grow and letting us die.
We have memories that seem they only happened yesterday, when in reality, they happened 4 years ago. The grandparents you once knew at the tender age of 3, have now passed on at the early age of 15. The dog you loved and cherished with all your might or the cat that you used to pet as you lay in the sun, is now old and fragile, wilting away in their old age.
The...
We have memories that seem they only happened yesterday, when in reality, they happened 4 years ago. The grandparents you once knew at the tender age of 3, have now passed on at the early age of 15. The dog you loved and cherished with all your might or the cat that you used to pet as you lay in the sun, is now old and fragile, wilting away in their old age.
The...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2014 4:12am
23rd Mar 2014 4:12am
God's Real Love
In all honesty and belief, God does love all his children.
He loves all of our faults and perfections.
He loves the Lesbians, Gays, Bi's, and Homo's just as much as those who are straight.
What right do people have to pass on God's judgement themselves if they do not speak as him?
I believe that God does not send you to hell for loving one of your your gender or for sinning.
I believe he sends you to hell because you were not a help to the world.
God does not care if you sin, we all do eventually.
He cares whether or not you spread love and peace throughout the...
He loves all of our faults and perfections.
He loves the Lesbians, Gays, Bi's, and Homo's just as much as those who are straight.
What right do people have to pass on God's judgement themselves if they do not speak as him?
I believe that God does not send you to hell for loving one of your your gender or for sinning.
I believe he sends you to hell because you were not a help to the world.
God does not care if you sin, we all do eventually.
He cares whether or not you spread love and peace throughout the...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2014 1:19am
2nd Mar 2014 1:19am
Face of Grace
Do we really need make-up to seem beautiful?
Do you know that it's just another way to cover up the mistakes we made?
The lies we say will hide easier in the painted lips and the colored face.
It can be used in so many ways, yet people think this will make it all easier and much more alluring.
Are you not beautiful enough with the skin of liquid silk, or the colors of rich earth or pale snow?
Are the lashes of your eyes not long enough that they cast shadows like the wings of a bird?
Do you not like the rosy color your lips have, a...
Do you know that it's just another way to cover up the mistakes we made?
The lies we say will hide easier in the painted lips and the colored face.
It can be used in so many ways, yet people think this will make it all easier and much more alluring.
Are you not beautiful enough with the skin of liquid silk, or the colors of rich earth or pale snow?
Are the lashes of your eyes not long enough that they cast shadows like the wings of a bird?
Do you not like the rosy color your lips have, a...
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Mar 2014 9:03am
1st Mar 2014 9:03am
Madness
I confess that I'm always afraid and so ashamed of whats inside me
I feel fine and I can smile, but I feel the horror seeping
Why can't I live, I feel like I'm sleeping
Slipping into madness and eternity
Like Alice and her White Rabbit
But there's no rabbit, only pure insanity and delirium
Reality is false and its all about the imagination
Losing reality and slipping into immortal darkness
Can you feel the cold hands on your skin?
The talons of death ripping out your soul?
The blood on my hands, marks the skin of sin
The embodiment of chaos within...
I feel fine and I can smile, but I feel the horror seeping
Why can't I live, I feel like I'm sleeping
Slipping into madness and eternity
Like Alice and her White Rabbit
But there's no rabbit, only pure insanity and delirium
Reality is false and its all about the imagination
Losing reality and slipping into immortal darkness
Can you feel the cold hands on your skin?
The talons of death ripping out your soul?
The blood on my hands, marks the skin of sin
The embodiment of chaos within...
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Oct 2013 7:37am
1st Oct 2013 7:37am
Cherry Blossom Like No Other
A Cherry Blossom is known as a Sakura in Japanese.
It means spring time and when they see the pink petals dance in the wind, they know that spring has embraced them with it's grasp.
When I see you, I think of the fragile, graceful, and beautiful pink flowers that are adored by so many.
But I wish to be the one to adore you.
The one to worship your existence and life with my love that is greater than any flower could hold.
But that would mean that I would have to stop loving you for you are my flower.
You are the one who let's me know that...
It means spring time and when they see the pink petals dance in the wind, they know that spring has embraced them with it's grasp.
When I see you, I think of the fragile, graceful, and beautiful pink flowers that are adored by so many.
But I wish to be the one to adore you.
The one to worship your existence and life with my love that is greater than any flower could hold.
But that would mean that I would have to stop loving you for you are my flower.
You are the one who let's me know that...
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Oct 2013 4:19am
1st Oct 2013 4:19am
WHEN THE LIGHTS DIE
You can try to hide and run.
But for me the fun has just begun.
In the end you always lose.
In the end the winner is for me to choose.
When the lights die.
The night shall cry.
As your scream fills the air.
While you slowly die, death will stare.
In the shadows of the night.
Your soul has taken flight.
Death will watch as I reap your soul.
Very well dear, you've played your role.
As I smile at your empty eyes.
More hate will fill the poisoned lies.
I do enjoy a well played show.
Especially if all...
But for me the fun has just begun.
In the end you always lose.
In the end the winner is for me to choose.
When the lights die.
The night shall cry.
As your scream fills the air.
While you slowly die, death will stare.
In the shadows of the night.
Your soul has taken flight.
Death will watch as I reap your soul.
Very well dear, you've played your role.
As I smile at your empty eyes.
More hate will fill the poisoned lies.
I do enjoy a well played show.
Especially if all...
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