Best Driving Me Insane Poems
dadgum doctors, heads up their butts
poking, prodding, pricking skin
neurologist a psychopath
gets pleasure as electric volts pass through my body
family doctor showed little concern
made me paranoid about irregular heartbeat
EKG failed to determine cause
left me more in doubt than at ease
dentist like a character from Dustin Hoffman’s “Marathon Man”
the more pain inflicted
the more he rejoiced
deep root cleaning caused severe infection
bloodwork done by Vampira clones
labs filled with tubes and needles
results not shared with me
yet I footed the bill
optometrist an Oriental who moved so fast
didn’t care if the prescribed glasses worked
boo on you, dang aristocrats
waving your credentials
nurses so slow to respond
MRI promised on CD, but couldn’t be obtained
just like the blood tests, needed a “report”
doctors driving me insane
each should share my mental hospital bills
*Based on ongoing health tests and written for PD’s contest. Assignment Free Verse, 25 lines, category slam, sad and educational, title: Mental Hospital Bills
What would it be like to love you
To know much more than just your name
Your poetic lines are heart magnets
Thoughts of you are driving me insane
What would it be like to hold you
[Verse 1]
What would it be like to love you,
To know your heart, not just your name?
Your words are like magnetic poetry,
And thoughts of you are driving me insane.
[Pre-Chorus]
What would it be like to hold you,
To dance beneath the silver moon,
Feel your breath upon my skin,
Look in your eyes, and lose myself within.
[Chorus]
What would it be like to kiss you,
To feel the spark that could ignite the night?
Could we erase the doubts we’ve known,
And take a chance on what could feel so right?
Oh, what would it be like...
To love you...
[Verse 2]
What would it be like to tell you,
All these thoughts, and a thousand more?
Should I risk this poetic friendship,
And knock upon your heart’s closed door?
[Pre-Chorus]
What would it be like to hold you,
To dance beneath the stars so true,
Feel your touch, soft on my skin,
Lose myself in the world we're living in.
[Chorus]
What would it be like to kiss you,
To feel the spark that could ignite the night?
Could we erase the doubts we’ve known,
And take a chance on what could feel so right?
Oh, what would it be like...
To love you...
[Bridge]
What if the world is waiting for us?
What if we fall and don’t regret it?
What if this moment is our time,
To say goodbye to all the "what if’s" and just climb?
In your arms, the world feels light,
Let’s take a leap into the night.
[Chorus]
What would it be like to kiss you,
To feel the spark that could ignite the night?
Could we erase the doubts we’ve known,
And take a chance on what could feel so right?
Oh, what would it be like...
To love you...
[Outro]
What would it be like…
Oh, what would it be like…
To love you…
Bah! Humbug! It’s that time of year;
I can’t understand the reason
why everyone is so full of cheer
just because it’s the Christmas season.
The traffic on the street is horrendous,
like a snail, moving at a slow crawl;
the shopping crowds tremendous,
no parking spaces at the mall.
The weather outside is terrible;
it is cold and dreary and bleak;
so cold it’s almost unbearable
leaving frostbite on my cheek.
Crowds everywhere looking at the sights;
the Christmas carols driving me insane.
And all those brightly colored lights
leave a glare on the road in this rain.
But I don’t even have to go outside
because I have no gifts to buy.
I can stay in my room and hide;
you see, no family or friends have I.
December 4, 2017
I held a blade to my arm last night,
Like I have many times before.
But this time ended differently,
Because this time the skin tore.
To others this might look bad,
Like I tossed 4 years down the drain.
Four years of being “sometimes” happy,
Was clearly driving me insane.
It felt good to hold a blade again,
Even better to feel it slice.
My emotions had broken through again,
Getting rid of them costs a price.
Although in some ironic way,
The cuts had healed my pain.
I know that I need a better way,
To safely numb my brain.
And that’s that honesty in this,
Recovery is one big mess.
But when everything is said and done,
I’ll marvel at my success.
-A.D.
A super computer
Is coming for my lines
It thinks faster than me
By several thousand times
First it was chess
I thought it my domain
I can’t compete now
It’s driving me insane
It’s better and better
Not awkward at all
Feed in an idea
Or Tale rather tall
No spelling mistakes
Grammar precise
The jokes on me
AI ain’t very nice
It can write copy
Or a hit song
Damn it’s so good
I want to sing along
But in the end
It’s no good you see
Writing what I write
Brings joy to me
Artificial Intelligence
No heart or a brain
I prefer human
Forget the mainframe
Inspired by a conversation on Poetry Soup about AI. Mystic Rose started the conversation.
Sweeter than honey
More potent than ecstasy
Feels like I'm going crazy
To know what they do to me.
More addictive than heroin
More powerful than cocaine
I don't know what to do
They are driving me insane.
These withdrawal symptoms are harsh
As my whole body craves.
All I can do,
is try to be brave.
I imagine tasting them
For the first time, again
Fireworks explode in my head
This must be a sin.
Lips are the drug
That I need in my life,
Not just any lips
Only the sweet lips of my wife.
My soul has been cut by a spiritual blade.
Out of control and I only finished the eighth grade.
I've walked the dark path and so many mistakes made.
I heard the devil's wicked laugh but I wasn't afraid.
I trusted no one, due to physical and sexual abuse.
I've held a 38 caliber hand gun but couldn't put it to use!
Women in my life, I just wouldn't allow in my personal area.
Even when I obtained a wife, it was border line hysteria!
I often wonder about the abuse I suffered as a child.
Did that contribute to sex, drugs, and running wild?
The fast life can cut like a knife, but I continued the climb.
But it all would lead to fingers being pointed at me for a crime.
I was afraid to go to trial although the crime I didn't commit.
Past crimes as a juvenile would make me look like the culprit!
I just couldn't put my fate in the hands of twelve strangers;
And so I'm an inmate, but I refuse to succumb to the anger.
I couldn't go to the funeral when my momma passed away.
Such pain like I've never known beneath my breastbone and my soul went astray!
I buried my grief and walked around just a shell of a man.
Relief was found, as I fought my way out of hell and that dark waste land!
I took my pen and begin to express the pain.
Just to releave the stress that was slowly driving me insane.
I always knew the poetry was buried inside me.
But who would have thought this poet only has a G.E.D.
Yes I'm a poet, and oh how I feel so emotionally free!
And you need to know it, that my whole ordeal is in my poetry.
If you could see inside who I am, you'll discover my pedigree!
My love is bonafide and no need for a diagram in my poetry!!!
*Wrote for Amy Green's contest (Tell Me About You)
Two decades old,
Soft skin light toned,
Bushy brown hair,
skinny slim built,
Eyes blue as the sky,
Emotions and mind,
All so very shy.
Born a Capricorn,
Raised in a working class,
Ball full of energy,
shattering plates and glass,
Father held the iron fist,
Mothers mind in a mist,
Smacking, screaming, shouting,
Reminders of him as a kid,
While she was there to kiss.
Talented athlete at school,
Hung out with kids to cool,
Social pint was empty,
Only half filled with Pepsi,
Peers drank beer,
while I stayed in the clear,
Teachers had crumpet faces,
telling me to tie up my laces,
I wish id listen,
But crunched an apple,
kneeling down in the chapel,
ignoring those prayers,
fed up with restricted care.
Flickering strobes,
Shiny lazer beam lights,
Bikie gangs making me feel so bright,
Strange faces everywhere,
in a cosmos they share,
lit up like christmas,
While satan grants their wish list,
Drenched in sweat,
I realised I was running,
from throbbing headaches and pains,
Cloudy Sunday mornings,
driving me insane.
Spaceship landed,
Half matured man,
half wondering wolf,
Paws deep in mud,
preventing my quest,
for a partner in love,
Mary howls her hisses,
in strong gale winds,
Sunrise to sunset,
Fed up waiting for him,
To taste a teaspoon of courage,
To pop a balloon full of wisdom,
Sitting too comfortably,
In his own prison.
Every hour , every minute , every second of the day, my heart's filled with pain,
I need to know when you'll be back, tomorrow ? today?
It's like there's a dark cloud following be around soaking me with rain,
All I can do right now is pray.
The distance between us is driving me insane,
There's a puzzle of questions forming in my brain,
Missing the moments we were together,
I should've known , somehow , you'd run away.
Fake smile on the outside,
Fire burning on the inside,
chaos going on in my head,
Can't sleep , can't go to bed.
Whenever a soul mentions your name,
my heart skips a beat,
My mouth shut , not able to speak,
depression taking over me,
wishing you're right here.
I miss you , at the thought of you I shed a tear,
I need you , to make me feel safe and forget my fears.
You might be taken away,
but the next time I see you, I'll make sure you'll stay,
Maybe not today or tomorrow , One day.
Give me the attention i need
baby
Im craving you for my sanity
Ill be a naughty girl baby
Do anything you ask of me
Given me the attention i need
baby
Show me i exist
Your driving me insane baby
With your lack of interest
Im begging for my need baby
I can feel it deep inside
Its more than sexual
exploration
Its more than one quick ride
Im beggin for your attention
baby
I got nothin to hide
In the depths of her words I dwell
every inflection and punctuation
accenting upon another emotion
but it's between the lines I rest
not understanding I confess
silent letters gnawing at my brain
maddening and driving me insane
They're out in the open
but hidden beneath
the cadence the dialect
making me a wreck
spell it out for me
I cant stress it enough
simply and slowly
leave out the fluff
Roll away with your r's
and dot those pretty little eyes
whisper sweet harmonies
with a melodic reprise
images pour erratically
falling on eyelashes
tears fueling my pen
always the sadness
finds me waiting
wrenching emotion
twisting my heart
in a vice grip
can't stop the images
from driving me insane
raped and murdered eyes
pleading for children
drowned beneath
adult oppression
and addiction
it's the emptiness
that I write
a cursed
social consciousness
that blinds
I don't write love
for it lies
can't find happiness
to send to my pen
for it lays behind
my eyes
a tired whore
spent and overused
with too much hype
can't even pen security
never found that either
under blankets or kisses
not even in hardened urges
that deflate just as quickly
conveying only want and need
no I write of sadness
I return there
a drunk to cheap wine
guzzling my addiction
with lust
it holds me safe
for it is familiar
I live it
I see it
it knows my name
and I know its
we are intimate
sadness and I
a couple
twisted together
in some grotesque
sexual position
culiminating in ******
with my depressed pen
I wish this battle would end today
I’m so tired and really must say
That if you continue
To stress me out
I’m afraid there’s more I can do
Than simply just shout
You say I drive you crazy
And you don’t know why
That I must scream, yell and cry
Well just once
You should hear me out
Then maybe I wouldn’t
Feel the need to shout out
But you must understand
There is a reason to you whys
Why you make ME crazy
And why I easily cry
And I’m not saying
I’m right and you’re wrong
I’m simply saying
It’s getting hard to go on
With this life I made with you
Our home, our marriage
And our children too
I love you all without doubt
But I can’t stand
How you make me shout
And I do not like the way you are
When you say that’s it
And that it is YOU who are tired
For I have put in
One hundred and ten percent
And you may say you love me
But I can’t see that yet
I thought I did when we first met
But that one I haven’t
Figured out just yet
But I know this without a doubt
That the that you make me shout
Just isn’t right
And is driving me insane
As well as it is you
I can see your views
But the problem here
Is easy to see
It is a little bit you
And a little bit me
And together with family
Disaster makes three
That is my view
At this present time
Concluded from the vibes
That I get from you
And if you don’t get
What I’ve been trying to say
Then I hope and I pray
You figure it out one day
For I’m tired of explaining
Myself to you
When all that you do
Is form your own views
I’m sick of the way
I scream and I shout
When you twist things around
And put words in my mouth!!
8/14/2005 3:47 AM
I can not turn off my brain
It is driving me insane
So many thoughts I can't get out
I just want to scream and shout
Keeping me up every night
Mornings looking like a fright
From the lack of sleep I know
It's now beginning to show
How crazy it's making me
Friends, coworkers, family
Are seeing the insane signs
From me crossing loony lines
Into goofy, strange and weird
Sometimes even I get scared
I can't do this anymore
I'm gonna even up the score
Finding the hidden sandman
Knowing that I finally can
Get some needed sleep or I
Will make this little creature cry
From the spanking he will get
It's his fault-- he wont forget
To now visit me for bed
Or I'll stay loopy in the head
God sent you
into my life
to wake me from the dead
But you broke my heart devoured my soul
and dragged me through hell instead
Because you’re evil
You’re a demon
You’re a witch on the devils crew
You make me dance like a puppet on fire……
With the curse of your love Voodoo
I can’t break free
Of the spell you placed
Designed to fog my brain
I’m a drunken man from tasting your love
And it’s driving me insane
My friends tell me
I need to run away
And find somewhere to hide
But as far as I run I can’t get away
From the venom you’ve left inside
Because you’re evil
You’re a demon
You’re a witch on the devils crew
You make me dance like a puppet on fire…..
with the curse of your love voodoo
You tell me
I’d better stay close
If I want to taste your love
it’s all part of an evil plan
Cause you didn’t come here from above
Now here I am
Knocking on your door
Begging you to let me in
But you’re too busy collecting ……
The souls of other men
Because you’re evil
You’re a demon
You’re a witch on the devils crew
You make us dance like puppets on fire …..
with the curse of your love voodoo
You make me dance like a puppet on fire
With the curse of your love voodoo