Mirakee
Wide awake while the world sleeps.
It's late the world's sleeping
As I should be
Unable to disengage
Wide awake
Alone with silence
Screaming inside
Like a haunted child
Provoking dilapidated thoughts
Those that
Would not usually be
Church bells in the distance
Diverting the silence
A distraction
For the moment
To regain some clarity
The voice within my head
Whispering
Insanity
A.D
06.02.2021
©_poetandididntknowit_
#insanity
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I want to be able to let myself go
I want to act like a maniac
I want to scream out loud
Throw my stuff away and break them
I want to cut off all of my hair while laughing hysterically
I want to destroy a mirror just so I can pick up the pieces and cut myself with it
I want to drink away my life till I pass out
I want to run off into the forest in the night
Just to scare the shit outta myself
I want to punch the wall till my knuckles bleed
But I can't
Knowing the consequences I just stay silent
While the battle in my head has begun
Afraid of being judged and called a maniac
I surpress these desires because I want to keep my sanity
That's the only thing keeping me from becoming insane
And sometimes even though that's selfish, stupid and so damn wrong
I wish to be insane
To feel no remorse
And to just not care
Because maybe I wouldn't be in such pain
Maybe I wouldn't think so much because I simply don't care
But that's a wish so inconsiderate and false
That it goes right outta my brain
And instead I imagine myself doing all of these things to at least keep me from actually consider doing it
©ylviia -
Rape: story of demons
Drowning in lust your eyes treat me as a tool
Understand me i am not for sympathy you fool
Burning candles with my soul dying in dark
Pull me out someone is tearing me apart
Why me the void needs to fill?
Answer me silence is not your will
Time heal my wounded scar
Pain seal the tragic night so far
Nightmare dreams with sleepless night
Soul is terrified where is hope of light
Demon stab me with knife of hate
Good is leaving me is it too late
Rain of falling tear
My heart in fire of fear
So much anger i have too bear
Why your ears not able to hear -
outoftune
5w
I Disappear
Often I retreat inside myself
into a place where no
one speaks
Oh... I hear their voices
muffled and distant
They all drain me
the constant pull
for my attention
I'm told I'm like
my father
but I wouldn't know...
They lie about him
in books
and I disappear...
©outoftune -
Latches
And when darkness crawls through the curls of my lashes,
I hold tight to my bones and close my soul with latches.
©amysticalmess -
crazedblush
7w
Dreamcatcher
Dance with me my love.
Remind me of all our tragedies.
Entice me with the scent of you.
Aggravate my soul.
Manipulate my mind.
Calculate how long it'll take for me to say no.
Applaud silently when I don't.
Treat me to nightmares.
Convince yourself that this is once again my fault.
Hold on to all of that hate you secretly have for me.
Enlist the help of your family and friends and
Relish how you've once again caught and destroyed all of my dreams.
©crazedblush -
outoftune
8w
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In Search Of The Middle
What comfort must lie
Between the highs
And the lows
A linear surface of thought
Control of reaction
Escapes me
As I long for balance
In the brief moments between...
© Outoftune
A piece I wrote in 2017. I, as many others "suffer" from Bipolarism. I really wouldn't call it suffering.
I believe some form of madness exist in us all.
@writersnetwork @writersofmirakee @readwriteunite
#insanity
#helponeanother©outoftune
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- reneewolfcrowdenunez Especially artists!! I love this piece,as ironically,lol, i too suffer from bipolar (depression) i apparently don't get the lovely "highs" just lows and lowera happy medium would be BEAUTIFUL as your poem is, incredible write!!@outoftune
- outoftune @reneewolfcrowdenunez Thanks! Yes, will I achieve the "balance" now due to a great Dr. and meds...
- reneewolfcrowdenunez Oh I'm sooo glad that's worked for you, you DESERVE the happiest of happy mediums!!❤ @outoftune
- outoftune Such a sweetie... Thanks
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outoftune
8w
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With but a soul of a poet
and the heart of a clown
His heartfelt intention
was to not let her down
But you can't cage a poet
with the rules of the sound
For if not for us
There would be no more clowns...
© Outoftune 2018
@writersofmirakee
@writersnetwork
#madness
#art
#insanity©outoftune
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- reneewolfcrowdenunez This is sooo beautiful, its so bittersweetly poignant and perfectly written!!
- outoftune @reneewolfcrowdenunez ❤️
- reneewolfcrowdenunez ❤ @outoftune
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Insanity is a Petal
Irrevocable damage caused by the thorn
What is blood to the rose
That does not live but to mourn
Casting aside failures and lies
Pretending consequences are anything but oblivious surprise
Lying awake at night
Hoping to be reborn
Fearful petulance
Turning joyful friendships to scorn
Ignoring experience
Forewarned
Unable to accept
Careful planning and devotion
Expecting in return
Unfounded promotion
Seeking loving ascension
Living in hurried declination
Buried in mistakes
Hiding among snakes
Aware of every broken promise
Never ceasing to be honest
Cursing life as unfair
Acting on self consumed care
Pursuing altruism without personal effort or exertion
Much like picking a rose
Disingenuous to the danger of the petal's hidden scorn
© fragment, 2020 (Katherine Bernhardt) -
Neverything isn't impossible.
Or isn't it?
© quarantinistani -
anushairfan
14w
Read MoreDo comment if you notice something different about this poem.
#love #life #unusualpoems #numberedwords #words #thoughts #poetry #mirakee #writerscommunity #scribbles #prayers #us #insanityBreathing,
feeling,
learning,
healing.
Writer’s block,
silence talks,
weaving stories
of contentment.
The euphonious sound
of our hearts
sings about joys
of dwindling distances.
The world seems intoxicated
under your intense gaze.
Staying away was transgression
against the bestowed blessings.
In a thousand different ways
you set my heart ablaze.
You filled me with admiration
for the rewards of patience.
Your love, kind gestures and thoughtfulness,
makes me long for our togetherness.
You are both, dreams and reality.
Colliding in a moment of insanity.
©AI -
Mania's Promise
Mania is insanity's level playground
Highest of highs
Lowest of the lows
Tormenting the tender heart
Placating the incessant demon
Resident in the corrupted soul
Abiding to hatred projected from illness
Life only adding to the deception
Blessing of evil desertion
Binding the being to suffering
Cloaked promises of missing substance
©sjhawthorne -
The Mind of a Twisted Man
A twisted man bent by time
Once strong of mind
Non-sense tumbling out words
Rationalized through horrific experience
Haunted scenarios
Played through flashback
Grotesque imagine haunting
Pulling apart sanity
Twisting fact to fiction
Leaving disable reality
A fragile frame remains
Reasoning crashing into oblivion
A twist man stands no more
Falling into tirade of failed logic
©sjhawthorne4 1
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likwidsay10
17w
Read More#Thinking #Insanity #life
I was pondering human nature and the habitual habits we do everyday came into focus. I thought about how we go about our days doing what we did before but what occurred to me was what we're expecting from being so expectant about what a planned day looks like. We expect it'll be the same as the day before but really we know its not going to be the same as the day before. Isn't insanity's very definition defined as doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result? Wouldn't that make us all insane by default? Cause due to human nature we're creatures of habit. We do what we've learned. The reality of life is that you can do the same thing twice in life and normally you'd expect it to be the same but it can turn out with a totally different result. So does that really make us insane? I remember some one once saying, "Where all God's mad men." I often wondered what that exactly implied to.A Thought Out Loud #1
We do what we've learned~
©Likwidsay10 -
Fall Into The Deep
{April 22, 2027}
I'm going down into my mind of deep slumber, where everything is making me forget to remember.
The chaotic ticking of a clock hidden somewhere in my mind.
I hear a whistle then a windchime.
All of it joins together to create a sickening rhyme.
The voices within me shaking and making sure everything is aching.
My thoughts fly and fly but never reach my mouth let alone my actions.
A soul inside a dead man's body on puppet strings, being controlled by many things.
The songs that I hear twisted against me in time.
How can I defeate the band of shadows within my mind?
The angel and demon face off wondering who will take me in the end.
Whether I will fall to the dark under the knife or fall to the sky where I am meant to fly.
Either way I have no future.
The strings pull me here and there soon enough I have no care.
No thoughts, no feeling, nothing but missing emotions,
As my mind follows those potions.
Every breath a sword hits my lungs, every heart beat I have done something wrong, every word I lose something to myself.
Dancing and dancing with a menacing smile while the inside of me has been lost in my mind's file.
Who can reach me? Who can accept me?
Can I really show what is hidden behind this mask?
The monster inside grins as my mask covers it once again.
What is going on?
Why is this all restarting once more?
I thought I left my blood on that door?
Soon enough I am dragged away to the sleep full of imagination and evil.
Hoping I will fail to wake and defeat the devil.
I cry and reach for the edge of the cliff where my hope stands but instead I am being tugged farther and farther and I can't escape.
I am falling into a punishment I deserve but can't take.
I can't breathe, I am suffocating.
But no help comes and I am left decaying.
Alone, alone, alone, alone
So alone I have been for oh so long.
How can I suddenly trust this song?
You gave me this light but why does it feel so wrong?
I don't want to follow it because I know I will fall.
Crying here on the edge I grasp one last time for my last breath.
Instead I wake up to reality confused of where I am, only to see I made a mistake while in my mental state.
©london_sky -
london_sky
17w
Read More#insanity
#storyline
#mentalillness
I am currently going through so much mentally and tried to portray it in this poem. However I plan on posting another to sequel this one. To show the insanity of my mind that my subconscious that my past has formed in my mind.Maniac Music Box Dancer
{April 9th, 2024}
I hide behind these masks of imperfection, the clockwork pieces in my mind leading my body to perform past exhaustion.
The clock ticks in my mind as everything within me begins a search to find what is no longer mine.
Sanity within my heart beginning to wither away as the loneliness comes out to play.
Every tear, every feeling of fear begins to decay, as the darkness of my shadows release lies instead of what I was meant to say.
On these strings like a puppet I begin to fall under the hands of my mind's trumpet.
The call it gives to hide behind the mask once again.
Tick tock, tick tock
Repeats over and over as I watch the timer
The timer of when my life will be over.
The black and grey voices of the deep blue caress me into the lies I breathe.
I close my eyes and feel the pain spreading throughout my veins.
As an angel the torture I put on myself within my humanity causes the girl in me to plea.
"Please stop! Be a light amongst others! Be a living star!"
However this demon inside swallows me whole and I can not face that light once more.
These voices I hear giving me warmth but my mind tortures me to the core.
I am left for dead at my own fateful door.
No one to save me, I am all alone, No one to hear me but the voices in my head as I lie awake on this rose covered bed.
I closed my eyes and saw a dancer of perfection in my visions, but when I opened my eyes she was hanging by acid covered ribbons. Her wings gone. Tears rolling down her face in the dark as her performance was put to a gruesome halt.
I the dancer in my mind follow the beat of the death beating at my door. Following the steps of people who have failed before.
I look to the window and see them staring in, the people that love me but can't save me.
The blank stares on their faces, some worried as they can see past these paces.
Please tie me up within my mind let me loose to become an art piece worthy to be displayed in the chimes.
In the distance I hear the piano and the strings of a broken song I once wrote, dragging me closer to my eyes.
Dancing on and on in this music box world called my mind, I run through all the hallways and doors to find myself in this game of crime.
Please allow me to be sane past the lies my lips keep on replay.
Please release me of my mind as the music and clockwork winds.
Please release my heart into the moonlught tonight.
©london_sky -
james_taumas
17w
Villain falls
My cause just
Singular conviction
Sanity unbalanced
World threatening
Collateral losses worth it
Motivation more than money
Evils deeds caught up
Paladin advances
Demise predestined
Hero and villain
Same coin.
©james_taumas -
mentally_till
18w
Admit It
The other night during a breakdown I admitted that I knew you weren't real. That I knew that I've been talking to no one this entire time. Not a ghost, absolutely no one.
I've been alone all this time. I must forget and go back into denial. You're still my best friend. -
normancrane
19w
Olive Orchard
Let's lose our minds amongst the olive trees
Labyrinth of oiled imagination
Twirl like falling leaves / falling to our knees
in unbalanced joy and veneration
of ourselves. For there is nobody else
but us; there is no other time but now,
Red flowers bloom. A blue shadow propels
a still landscape into being somehow
fluid. Timelessly we swim, wet within
each brush stroke branch and painted wave of wild
emancipation— to forget the din
of the wretched asylum. Vincent smiled:
Dive too deep and you shall go insane,
The olive grove remains the other side of the pane. -
Memory
Spiraling and spiraling my memory fades day by day
I keep repeating to myself I am okay, I am okay
But the voices the whispers in my head make me cave, make me cave
But these things I keep saying are just a lie, just a lie
Or is it because I am so willing to die, to die?
Is what the therapist told me all a lie, all a lie?
Or is it just what I am thinking inside, inside?
How can I really fly really thrive when all I want to do is die, is to die?
Hands round my neck, black in my face, the darkness creeps it's way, wanting me to play, wanting me to play.
"Put on this mask, this filter. It will all be okay, it will all be okay"
Said the devil with a smile on his face, a smile on his face.
Haunt me till the end as my heart yearns again, again.
Alone in the sand, fill my heart with the hope I can stand as my life beats again and again.
Hands over my eyes I tell more lies, more lies
As everything around me begins to leave begins to leave
And I am here on the ground alone begging the sky not to bleed not to bleed.
Who am I to force myself to live when I am not devil in disguise, in disguise?
©london_sky
