Best Go Insane Poems


Premium Member I go Insane

Somewhere between fallen flares
of an untouchable phoenix~
and the nostalgic red of crimson horizons,
I feel the amethyst embers of longing
illuminate rambling roses
that mourn within my hibiscus heart.

O beloved Love,
I long to be your tulip twilight
adorned with unfading mauve haze,
where green-gold scribbles of sunset
erase interlaced flaws,
to harbor blue-black mists
twirling above tides of tainted topaz…
and I will thrive amidst
storms of insecurities,
as the Swarovski Horse of Poseidon,
crystallized in resilient silver,
gleaming in glowing grace,
beyond dews of darkness,
shifting the aroma of pomegranate’s kiss.
There, peonies of peace
feast upon decadent delicacies
in the barren garden ~
flourishing with jilted jasmines.

I wonder, will these metaphors
woven across my canvas in perfumed ink,
speak the songs of my splintered spirit?
For the moon no longer sings
the melody of my soul,
and I refuse to choreograph
a diabolical dance for resentful ravens,
collecting twigs from tortured trees,
as the crescent smile
wanes into neon nothingness.

Yet while the witching hour beckons
skeletal remnants to rise
as celestial ashes,
I go insane, lose my incandescent light
that glistens in opalescent hues,
leaving my quill to suffocate in solitude,
unable to grasp the musical muse,
to stitch sorrowful sonnets
with seething synonyms.

O stringed sapphires
sailing above the meadow of melancholy,
forgive this coffin curse ~
it holds carvings of a corpse bride,
aching to be seen beyond the kohl shawl~
cloaking the frost-glazed silhouette,
weeping woeful elegies
while slumbering in the
   amorous arms of Orpheus,
for in your absence, I cannot breathe,
and sleep screams 
  like a long-forgotten miracle,
needing an oracle to
alchemize a soothing potion…

So lay me down in a bed
of deep daffodils and thorns,
watch me plead for merciful rain,
to free obsidian tears of terror,
while my psyche bleeds
grammatical mistakes.
I am forever trapped in tremors of agony,
unable to reopen galactic gates 
of euphoric escape,
  so tonight I’ll let the torrents of torment
     embrace inked insanity…

Silently I Go Insane

Staring out the window pane
Silently I go insane
Remembering what I try to forget
Try so hard but haven’t yet

Thoughts of you invade my mind
I try to leave the past behind
But images engraved in stone
Haunt me when I'm all alone

This searing endless pain I feel
Stabs me with its blade of steel
I cannot laugh, I cannot cry
Feelings and emotions dry

I will rise from all this broken pain
I won’t let your darkness win again
You tore me down, but I remain
Stronger now, I break these chains

You say forgive; I cannot do
Not since I lost all faith in you
You cannot stop what has begun
You can’t undo what has been done

You used, abused, cheated and lied
You took my dreams; you took my pride
You took my soul; my sanity
You took my trust and dignity

Honest, faithful, loyal and true
Everything I was to you
Believing all your thoughtless lies
Until I saw through your disguise

Now I’m left with pain and sorrow
How do I get through tomorrow
I know I must forget I cared
Forget the love and dreams we shared

Forget the man you used to be
Remember what my eyes did see
Remember all you did so wrong
Remember now I must be strong

Refuse to play this mental game
Or silently, I’ll go insane..

By Raina Hutchins



Time To Go Insane

I must’ve went wrong somewhere,
Becoming too much to bare,
Everything’s been lost,
My soul was the cost.
This mess burnt up my last shred of sanity,
I long for it to be cleaned,
There’s only one I trust,
Longing change before I bust,
Now all I can think is what is wrong,
With people, with me, the world? It’s been so long.
Since everything was okay,
Since you didn’t stay.
Lonely wasn’t thought,
Questioning everything I’ve fought.
Without hope and care,
Standing in front of the mirror,
This just can’t be fair.
Why does it have to be so hard?
If you look at it optmisticly, it’ll just be another scar.
Too bad my optimism has run out,
Nothing else to care about.
And then I laugh.

I’m tired of listening,
I’m tired of getting hit on,
I’m tired of the snobs getting in my way.
Of the bastards taking everything away.
Now I can feel it rising,
I see my vision blurring,
I burn another leaf,
While my thoughts are stirring.
It’s clear now though,
Only one answer that’s true,
Beating someone’s face until it’s black and blue.
It’s no longer feeling any stranger,
To let loose of this anger.
These maggots are finally going to get what’s coming to them,
At one point,
I was hoping that this isn’t how it would end.
Now I want to embrace it,
Make the most of it,
I enjoy every damn second of it.
Now when some drama starting, waste of skin,
Throws one of their fits,
I’m gonna make sure their mouth is shut for good, I’ll see to it.
Looking back on the lower ground I once stood.
When that cheating fake, or big disgrace screws something up for me,
I won’t waste anytime before making them bleed.
That self medicating,
Child Molesting,
Animal abusing,
Piece of meat, is going to regret,
Blocking my road, 
I’ll be someone they’d wish they’d never met.
They don’t understand,
I don’t care who they are,
Or if someone took their land,
Or came and repoed their car.
If the banks collected their home,
Only thing I care about now,
Isn’t getting stoned,
It’s not searching my phone,
Not hearing another teenager moan,
Can’t you see?
All the simple pleasures mean nothing to me.
So you better start getting read to flee,
Lock the back door, and swallow the key.
Angers infesting me, turning towards insanity,
The only thing left I care about… Is Me.

Just Don't Go Insane



Umbrella held high in the rain 
either dance or go insane  
Tap dance   or     tango 
put a rose in your hair  
Boogie and jive 
shuffle and shimmy 
feel the bliss 
like a gentlest kiss. 
Look in the puddle 
watch your reflection
breath by breath 
inhale His Grace.   
Twirl your umbrella 
sing in the rain 
do what you have to  
but never no never,   
give up or go insane !

Freedom To Go Insane

Allow yourself
The freedom to go completely insane

Our existence
Is not meant to be
Suppressed, manicured, and precisely arranged

There's a lion living inside
The realms of the beating heart


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