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InsanityA Poem by CrimsonHintsA brief moment of clarity inside a confused mind. |
Mad Man's HavenA Poem by AnnaThe cold winds of France,had no voice for the estranged.I saw the air become colors of blood,turning shades to the deranged.Philosophy is no part of t.. |
Still We FearA Poem by Verdant CynicAnother almost-manic fever of feelings keeps me awake. Let me hide it in pretty words. |
Sin of Lust: His AllyA Poem by NikoleanThe only one that still believes in the boy- a girl with nowhere to return and nowhere to go. (Third and last installment of the The Sin of Lust po.. |
Cronicles of The Rising: End of ChainsA Book by TabaDWith her Rider stuck in a coma, Furia is forced to carry on by herself. For good or for bad, new adventures find their way to her along with the unfin.. |
1: The Howl of WinterA Chapter by David Joseph BrownChapter One: We meet Vikar, protagonist, alone and grieving in his home. He recalls the tragedy of his wife, Nivlyra, being captured by fanatic villag.. |
A beautiful paintingA Poem by roslySuch is the madness of love |
Lonely GirlA Poem by D. GreenThis is a variation of my other poem, Empty Eyes. I tried to make it into a song, but that did not work out, so I just made it how it is. |
MANUFACTURED MADNESSA Story by Elise AntonThe future is now... |
Justice or InjusticeA Story by Veronica StaehleAn attempt to rationalize chaos. |
WHEN DOES A BOY BECOME A MAN?A Story by Elise AntonThoughts about my son turning 18 today... |
My House of CorpsesA Book by LichwoodPoetA psychologist stumbles upon the diary of one of his patients and it leads him deep into the life of the madman: before, and after, his insanity. When.. |
Journal of John T. McBride--1A Chapter by LichwoodPoetThe first entry of the madman's diary. |
Journal of John T. McBride--2A Chapter by LichwoodPoetMadman's diary: part 2 |
Journal of John T. McBride--3A Chapter by LichwoodPoetMadman's Diary--part 3 |
We are who we are, aren’t we, Jack?A Poem by Rudi J.P. LejaeghereIt was night, and the rain fell; and falling, it was rain, but, having fallen, it was blood. Edgar Allan Poe |
AionA Poem by Steafan Fox“I have always been gifted with a powerful imagination, and a great capacity to dream. After a particularly psychologically hard time in life th.. |
The Where-was Baseball Field In River NonsenseA Poem by TheRavenThe inconstant forest is constantly inconstant. |