Madness Poems
The Curious Case of Sane Mad Men
by Seyi Ojenike
Their minds are a paradox,
A riddle too complex to solve.
Their thoughts like a labyrinth,
A maze of madness that evolves.
They walk among us, hidden in plain sight,
A puzzle to be deciphered, a mystery to unfold.
For they are the sane mad men,
Whose stories are waiting to be told.
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Madness
by Jason Lyle
I met Madness in a cafe
on some street corner where the sunlight plays
she ordered the whole damn menu and laughed,
“It’s all for us darling. Eat. I am here to stay.
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by Tammy Darbymmm
Continue readingMadness is preferable to Reality
by Tammy Darby
In the hours of cold morning mist
Come schizophrenia and creativity's loving tryst
Their offspring
Irrational thoughts of course insist
Madness is preferable to reality
Often desired and endlessly pursued
Come forth
The golden hours of light
The nebulous darkness
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Cabin Fever!
by Sameen Shakya
The captain, withered and old, was trapped in his house
Missing the sea, like old captains do.
Suddenly,
An earthquake shook the land, and he believed
He was back in the ocean, and a wave had broken
His ship.
The old captain went out to the streets
Shouting at his crew i.e. the passing pedestrians
To shape up.
Though cars zoomed past, he walked on
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Cabin Fever!
by Sameen Shakya
The captain, withered and old, was trapped in his house
Missing the sea, like old captains do.
Suddenly,
An earthquake shook the land, and he believed
He was back in the ocean, and a wave had broken
His ship.
The old captain went out to the streets
Shouting at his crew i.e. the passing pedestrians
To shape up.
Though cars zoomed past, he walked on
......
The Curious Case of Sane Mad Men
by Seyi Ojenike
Their minds are a paradox,
A riddle too complex to solve.
Their thoughts like a labyrinth,
A maze of madness that evolves.
They walk among us, hidden in plain sight,
A puzzle to be deciphered, a mystery to unfold.
For they are the sane mad men,
Whose stories are waiting to be told.
......
Madness
by Jason Lyle
I met Madness in a cafe
on some street corner where the sunlight plays
she ordered the whole damn menu and laughed,
“It’s all for us darling. Eat. I am here to stay.
Ol’ Bloody Brush
by Bogdan Dragos
the old man stank
but he
stank more
of booze and cheap
tobacco than
filth
his mouth missed
a lot of
teeth
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Dear Alice
by Aurelia Lucina Wealthberg
And you dream,
and you try,
but, you're still not alive.
Then you close off again,
and you go home,
and you cry,
and you want to die.
Warning yourself against letting
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