#mad

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  • darlingforever 1w

    How can I not be mad at the world? When everyone that makes up my world keeps letting me down. No, I'm not a victim, just unfortunate.
    ©darlingforever

  • thinking_poetry 1w

    In time... We all will learn.. How pain can.. And will make us question.. Question our sanaty.. Our motivations.. Our choices.. Our love... And in the end.. No matter what you do.. No matter how you act... Pain will prevail.. And the feeling of self accomplishement will never feel real.. You will succumb.. And you won't be happy..

    ©miki_paulo

  • hanibletheone 2w

    She's Broken

    It's nothing but a fight
    We can't talk
    It's always a problem
    She's Broken
    She's hurt
    She's crying
    She's mad
    She's sad
    Well guess what
    I'm too
    ©hanibletheone

  • hanibletheone 2w

    Crying Doesn't Help

    This pain can't be fixed
    By my tears
    My tears are just making me mad
    Upset
    Crying
    Still in pain
    ©hanibletheone

  • hanibletheone 3w

    You Crossed The Line

    Don't be mad at me
    A promise is promise
    Now it's over
    We're not cool anymore
    Please don't contact me anymore
    I asked you
    Not to lie
    Not to cheat
    Not to disrespect me
    And you did
    You Crossed The Line
    Now I have to go
    Just to let you know
    ©hanibletheone

  • trinitie 3w

    "The older I get
    the more that I see
    my parents arent heros,
    they're just like me.
    Loving is hard it doesnt always work.
    You just try your best not to get hurt.
    I used to be mad but now I know
    sometimes it's better to just let someone go."
    -Sasha Sloan

  • rose_giyanna 4w

    #malayalam #entemalayalam #branthezhuthukal #mine #mad

    ചോര ഇഷ്ടമാണത്രേ .. നല്ല ചുടു ചോര..

    ഇനി ഭ്രാന്ത് മൂക്കുമ്പോൾ എന്റെ ഈ പാട്ട തല ഞാൻ ഭിത്തിയിൽ ഇടിപ്പിക്കാം .. അപ്പോൾ ചോര വരും. നീ അതു കുടിച്ചോ ... നിന്റെ ദാഹം തീരട്ടെ.

    മതി വരുമ്പോൾ പറയണം. എനിക്ക് വേദനിക്കുന്നുണ്ടെന്ന് മനസ്സിലായാൽ നിന്റെ വിരലുകൊണ്ട് പതിയെ തലോടി തരണം.

    ഞാൻ ഭ്രാന്തിയാണ്. ആരുടേയും സ്വപ്നങ്ങൾക്കൊത്തു ഉയരാത്ത ഭ്രാന്തി. എന്നിൽ അവശേഷിക്കുന്നതായി നീ കാണുന്നതെന്തോ അതു നീ ഊറ്റിയെടുത്തോളൂ.

    ഒടുവിൽ, പ്രാണൻ പോകാൻ നേരം എനിക്ക് വേദനിക്കുന്നതായി നിനക്ക് മനസ്സിലായാൽ നെറുകയിൽ ഒന്ന് ചുംബിക്കണം.. ഒരു അന്ത്യ ചുംബനം.

    °°°ഭ്രാന്തെഴുത്തുകളുടെ ചവറുകൂന °°°

    ©റോസ് _ ജിയന്ന

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    ഭ്രാന്തെഴുത്തുകളുടെ ചവറുകൂന

    ©റോസ് _ ജിയന്ന

  • ____fiya_cassy 6w

    Dealing it!

    When a change is manifesting it's own,
    I'll choose to be silent rather
    than being sarcastic.
    In that way, i can utilise my time to alter my path to suit for the change!

    ©fiya_cassy

  • raman_writes 6w

    पागल

    वो फ़िर लौट गया दूसरे शहर, इस बार भी मुझसे ना मिला ।।

    करता है मुझसे बेशुमार मोहब्बत, उस पागल को अब तक ना पता चला ।।


    ©raman_writes

  • perdu30 6w

    SIMILARITY

    Members of the audience believed that
    She had the spark to light others mood up
    One who is a mixture of fun , stupidity and drama
    Who mostly danced on her own beats
    Someone who is extremely weird and insane
    A totally easy going person

    Members of the library stated
    They had a writer who is unknown to them
    But is broken
    Pain and agony was something portrait repeatedly in her words
    Words which brought a thought for others to think
    Someone who was mature and philosophical

    Desperate to know that unknown writer ended at the girl who was mad and funny
    Shocked by the truth , many refused to believe
    A few called her hypocrite
    Only two could bring the similarities between the above
    They were her
    Soul and body
    ©Meghna1992

  • __priya 6w

    World is full of fake ppl... Sometimes its good to live alone. We are living as an optimist in a pessimistic world ..pain and problems, rape and suicide, murder and robbery... Many religion but no one is righteous, no one go to heaven yea! No one

    ©__priya

  • ____fiya_cassy 6w

    The old spirit and
    the chamelion


    He was old. His hair was half grey.
    A romantic, old fashioned dreamer!
    He winked at her like 20s

    She was young. In her teenage.
    A shy, curious and passionated chamelion!
    She was quite dramatic.

    He loved her innocence in immaturity. She loved the classy outlook he kept hidden in his old fashioned attitude.

    They never realised they were reciprocating. They both visited as if they look themselves in mirrors.. and sighed at each other realising the unresolved mixture in their love life.

    Years passed. She became matured enough to let it go. And he became immatured, in finding solution of assembling the cracked eggshell!

    ©fiya_cassy

  • ____fiya_cassy 6w

    Afterall we are different. But the diversity keeps us united��
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    #quotes #mad #love #care

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    Tasted

    We are all the different tastes!

    Nothing common in us. You may be more spicy or salty. It's just about perception and the people with we interact!

    We distract from our own and takes that free will to dissolve the new taste.

    That's how you and I differs. You may be tested by 1000s. And I'm not! Or vice versa...who knows??? We meet so many strange and we keep company with a very few!

    Like minded tastes are united to perfect the cooking. And sometimes you and I are ignored to remain in that corner and wait for that special dish preparation.

    Yeah! Dude we are kept preserved to serve for that unique and new formula dish that ever gonna hit the world trend!

    ©fiya_cassy

  • dinog26 7w

    Her part 2

    Her heart was the bass to my voice,
    The thunder to my roar,
    The lighting of my joy,
    When ever she was near, here or there I couldn't bare,
    all the words in the world and i can't find the rarest
    Words to describe or subscribe to her.
    They say time not on our side, i tried to change the hands of time, only to realize im running out of time.
    If time was the key, i guess i wasn't the holder.
    I was so much more than she ignore,
    i was her foundation, her celebration,
    Her satisfaction, her dedication but i was the one who was suffocating.
    Open your eyes, see the situation that i was facing.
    Love on the line and she was replacing.
    She was that shooting star i wished on, kissed on
    Then she moved on, now im going on and on searching, hoping for the next, Who can be my net i can lean on.
    Sorry not sorry for the love i gave, that's trapped in a cave, the Angel's telling me to be brave. Can't be brave when my heart in the grave. So i filled myself with rage when it comes to love.
    Praying above he shove the pain away and make a way for better days. She was that maze i couldn't overcome, lost in direction trying to find my way. Maybe, maybe i will have my one true lady.

    ©dinog26

  • mockingbird7 7w

    Betrayed

    It was never so hard
    Hard to forget
    Hard to remember
    Why is everything so hard
    Am I the only one to feel this way
    While I've been waiting for the miracle
    Meditating for the oracle
    Avoided all my success and failure
    I worshipped you like a pagan
    But. Yeah you were only stone
    Stuck in my heart
    Spinning in my mind all day and night
    Now what is this that I am feeling
    All I ask was healing
    I think I should leave without wasting much time
    Anyone living or all are dead
    Or everything just a product of my head
    But it's sad
    That I feel like I am getting mad

    HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAA
    ©mockingbird7

  • _theeccedentesiast_ 8w

    My mind isn't twisted,it is just strategically bent in several places

  • terror 10w

    ‘Life’s hard’

    ‘Life’s hard.’
    I’ve always been saying that to myself, like a solution for every single issue I have ever faced, like an excuse. Because that’s what stupidity is, after all. An excuse. But what if that mindset is exactly what pushes you to the depths of madness? Exactly what slowly makes you want to go insane, to lose it all without physically hurt yourself, like you don’t have any guilt for which you are not yourself anymore. Thus you will drown in pity for your own self, screaming from the rooftops that you are not to blame, that you are just another minuscule creature punished on Earth for no reason. Is that the truth? No, it is not, whereas you were already aiming to lose it all before you ACTUALLY lost it, claiming that you were born like this and nothing could ever make you escape this awful and cruel land.
    BLIND. Blind even though you can see colors. Blind because you don’t see the clear path in front of you, blind because, even if it’s a huge cliché, everything it is indeed going to be fine, nothing deserves as much attention as you give it, but you can’t see, you can’t see it because
    you are too STUPID too see it.
    And going back where we started:’Life’s hard.’ , well it doesn’t have to be, but if you feel like it is...
    THEN FIGHT LIKE THE WARRIOR THAT YOU OBVIOUSLY ARE.

    A monologue that goes in my head while the anxiety is trying to beat my ass again.
    ©terror

  • rose_giyanna 10w

    നീയില്ലായ്മയുടെ നിമിഷങ്ങളിൽ നിഴൽ രൂപങ്ങളോട് സംസാരിച്ചു കൊണ്ടേയിരിക്കണം. ചലനമറ്റ രൂപങ്ങളെ കണ്ടെന്നു വരാം. അവയ്ക്ക് ചിറകു മുളയ്ക്കുന്നതും അവ രൂപമാറ്റം കൈവരിക്കുന്നതും നോക്കി നില്ക്കണം. ഒടുവിൽ വെളിച്ചം പൊളിച്ചെഴുതുന്ന നിഴൽരൂപങ്ങളിൽ ഒന്നായി ഞാനും മാഞ്ഞുപോകണം.
    ©റോസ് _ ജിയന്ന

  • shabina_ammonite 11w

    Felix Autumn

    The villagers chased after me, each one was out for revenge. Like any sane individual, I ran away frightened, although I laughed with every step I took, maybe I should take the 'sane' part of that out. The rush was exhilarating, in fact this week had been exhilarating, I've killed a few people (only the ones I hate, I'm not one of those lunatics who kills in the name of fun), started conflicts between close towns, got myself a girl (although I think we might be done now, just a thought) and I became disowned from my family, who never really liked me to begin with. All in all, I thought it was a successful and productive week.

    But back to now. Frosted over leaves covered the floor, it made my escape far more interesting. I slipped on numerous occasions but I only fell once, I almost couldn't get back up, not because of pain but because of beauty. Perfectly shaped oak and ash leaves were scattered around the floor, jack frost nipped at their edges and he had even devoured a few. Realising that I was in the run, I got up again and did just that, I ran. As I ran I brushed the fragments of dead, flaky leaves off my long black coat and I gently brushed my freezing hands through my tangled auburn hair.

    My journey took me into a field that I had never before been in. Not knowing the land, I unsuspectingly chanced upon a large fence, which I could neither climb (that doesn't prove much, I have difficulty climbing over a two foot fence never mind a ten meter iron fence) or run around.

    The chase was over.

    Villagers eyed me up, and then something happened. Don't ask me what because I don't know, but somehow I ended up on a space craft.
    'Where we going?' I hopefully asked the only other rider.
    He didn't answer my question, unless you count a glare as a response.
    'You have a name?' Looked like I was in for a fun ride, there's really nothing like sitting opposite an ugly fat guy who would rather kill you than answer a simple question.
    'The time lord.'
    Talk about ego! The time lord, that would keep me going for some time, it took an awful lot of restraint to not burst out laughing.

    The door opened and a gorgeous young woman nervously stepped in, taking the tiniest steps I'd ever seen.

    I'd figured we were on a prison space craft, due to the handcuffs that an armed guard protected, oh and the writing 'prison space craft' was a bit of a giveaway. I peered over to the pilot, a galactic map sat on the spare seat, this stuck me as a bit old school, the map had a line drawn to Cursa.

    Great so I'm off to the galactic psychopath convention planet, otherwise known as the most secure prison world in the galaxy.

    The thought of ending up in Cursa amused me, a gardener in Cursa.

    I didn't much like my home, but Cursa? It looked brilliant, if I could survive the first day I was sure I would have the time of my life...
    ©shabina_ammonite

  • ayo_ajayi 5w

    MAD

    The village mad man called on to her 
    He stood naked and beckoned her with his erect manhood
    He says, "Follow me home make I fuck you"
    As if to make her stay, he adds "You are fine.
    Come make I fuck you for free"

    And so she waits...
    Waits for him to finish bathing by the trees.
    Now she is pregnant with twins for Icheku the mad man.
    The King's daughter who willingly lost her virginity to a lice infested mad man
    Perhaps she was the mad one after all...

    ©ayo_ajayi