#madpoetry

[thedenimpsycho]

"Mad heart,be brave

_Aga Shahid Ali

This line is just tickling in my brain and I can't think of anything better than this.

[screamsfrombunkerhill]

About last night. Notes from a mad kid #madness #poetry #poems #dostoyevsky #madpoetry https://www.instagram.com/p/B3NLvOfCU4b/?igshid=1k0ab4pwk05h4

[musegonemadthings-blog]

Morning Poem for my Lover

[crossbonessmash]

Wishful sarcasm

I woke up this morning, I didn't feel sick, Looked at the clock, 15 till 6, Jumped outta bed, Looked in the mirror, And scratched my head, I'm acceptable, I'm not that bad, I laughed at my life, It's not so sad, Tragedy is comedy, I took another look, And i saw my skin peel, Horns out of my head, Wings so mighty, They cast a shadow, As they spread, Second guessed, My splitting sides, I guess it was belly aching, Melancholic melodies, Tuned down to gloom, I'm safe in my own box, Dry wall padded room, I woke up this morning, It seems on the right side, My bitch called me, Asking if I was okay, Instead of interrogating, About last night, She told me I was in her dreams, "Sounds like I'm more of nightmare", I replied, "Silly boy, I had you trapped in my eyes", She held me tight, The black clouds, Overcast of death, I don't want even to ask, What's next?

[madpoetgeist]

MADPOET.

DERANGED, STRANGE, CRAZY, INSANE

NO CAT SCAN COULD INTERPRET THIS BRAIN

RARE AND DIVINE, STARE AND YOU MIGHT

CATCH A GLIMPSE OF THE POTRAIT I PAINT IN MY MIND

ENIGMATIC RAANEE,… DIPLOMATIC? MAYBE

QUESTION OF, IS SHE GOING IN, IS SHE GONNA KILL IT-

MAYBE SHE WON’T BUT THEN AGAIN MAYBE SHE WILL IT

I’M SAYING WILL IT INTO HER EXISTENCE

RECEIVE THE UNIVERSES BLESSINGS LIKE SHE’S ASKED PERMISSION

GOD BY BLOOD, NOT DEFINITION

GOD BY WORK, JUST PAY ATTENTION

IF I PEEL BACK MY CAP IT STILL WOULDN’T DISCLOSE IT

EAT YOUR HEART OUT BABY, I DIDN’T ASK YOU TO EXPOSE IT

…diary of a MADPOET.

That’s right, poet gone mad!

FIRST THEY LIED, THEN THEY HATED, THEN THEY STABBED ME IN THE BACK…

THAT’S RIGHT, POET GONE MAD!

SEE THEY BUILT ME UP TO BREAK ME DOWN

MANUFACTURED THE CHAINS THAT KEPT ME BOUND-RIPPED OUT MY HEART AND THEN ATTACKED…

THE POET GONE MAD

SHOULD I CALL HIM FATHER OR SHOULD I CALL HIM DAD, PERHAPS JUST CALL HIM WHAT I NEVER REALLY HAD…?

“I MEAN, IT’S NOT ALL BAD”, I KEEP TELLING MYSELF.

I’VE SEEN BEAUTY COME FROM STORMS

AND EVEN THOUGH, WHEN IT RAINS IT POURS

EVENTUALLY RAINBOWS TAKE FORM AND THE SUN COMES OUT

AND FROM ALL THAT RAIN, FLOWERS SPROUT…

SO FROM ALL THIS PAIN, BEAUTY IS BIRTHED

AND THOUGH GROWING PAINS, AND LEARNING SOMETIMES HURTS

EVERY SECOND OF MY LIFE HAS ITS WORTH

EVERY STRUGGLE I ENDURE HAS IT’S PERKS

WHY THIS DAY’LL BE BETTER THAN THE ONE BEFORE

AND THE SAME GOES FOR YOU-

SURE THERE’S A BIT OF MAD POETRY IN YOU

AND I’LL JUST CONTINUE TO PUT MY HEART IN A RHYME

VERSE OR LINE CAUSE, WELL….

THAT’S JUST WHAT MAD POETS do.