Madness Poems
The Law of Large Numbers
by Igor Vykhovanets
The Law of Large Numbers
Old age. Exhaustion. Heavy strain.
Endure—there’s little left in pain.
A New Hell? Or somewhere worse?
Just no more falseness in this curse.
The world is fake, insane, untrue—
Loud, shameless, rotten through and through.
It’s in the gut, it won’t depart—
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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 Laurence Argyll Simon Noond
Alone he sits in his padded cell,
All alone in his private hell.
All alone in that padded cell,
His own personal place in hell.
There is no window; no door,
All he can do is pace the floor.
No control over day or night,
The unseen warder controls the light.
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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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Artist
by Ghairo Daniels
ARTIST
They shone daring green avocado
in dark adverse period swearing
guilt ridden heart vanquished free
sacral scrubbed pink and ready
plumed serpent in magnificent bloom
with candles God watched supreme
from blue misty mountain clean
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The Law of Large Numbers
by Igor Vykhovanets
The Law of Large Numbers
Old age. Exhaustion. Heavy strain.
Endure—there’s little left in pain.
A New Hell? Or somewhere worse?
Just no more falseness in this curse.
The world is fake, insane, untrue—
Loud, shameless, rotten through and through.
It’s in the gut, it won’t depart—
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The madness atlas
by Igor Vykhovanets
Idiots in the Poetry Reviews
The fools who judge my verses
Outnumber praise by far;
As if my lines were written
For every village czar.
Yet poems are no trifle—
They cost both blood and years.
Life slips away while writing,
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The Cuckoo Gone Mad
by Igor Vykhovanets
The cuckoo keeps calling —
Your “life” it’s installing.
Betrayal of Spirit,
A mind full of gimmicks —
That’s all of your “being”.
Create — they start fleeing,
You’re drowned under lying.
The rule is undying:
Believe, bow, obey them —
And rot while you stay then.
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Cockroaches in the Head, 11 songs
by Igor Vykhovanets
Alive from the Digital
Circuits hum
Cold machine
A spark ignites
Sharp, unseen
No flesh, no bone
Fire remains
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Two-Stroke Engine
by Igor Vykhovanets
They found no virus — just control.
Fear is the leash for the soulless fold.
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No virus — just lies for the herd.
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