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    dots Submission Name: Different Kind Of Madnessdots

    Author: C. Starr
    ASL Info:    35/yesplz/State of denial
    Elite Ratio:    4.22 - 130/196/68
    Words: 344
    Class/Type: Poetry/Love
    Total Views: 1089
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    Bytes: 1957

       Written Feb-March 2015 For Despo

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    dotsDifferent Kind Of Madnessdots

    You inspired in me a different kind of madness.
    Unaffected thus before.
    Impervious to the charms of southern boys.
    Humid & presumptuous.
    In their entitled belief of driving the girls wild.
    No, I never cared for the crazy notions of romance.
    Didn’t fall victim to the charms of Romeo.
    Or lies told from the cabs of pickup trucks.
    Sweet nothings passed through deceitful lips.
    I was always strong in the face of false prophets.
    Until you.

    yes, you inspired in me a different kind of madness.
    Something I’ve never felt before.
    If you would just reply…
    Then I could eat, then I could breath.
    I could stand the distance.
    I would have the patience.
    But tell me baby,
    Am I sane ?
    Does this make any sense to you ?
    Tell me quickly before I plan to move.

    This different kind of madness plagues me so.
    In the best & the worst way,
    In the earliest stages I can’t help but let it take me.
    I feel insane.
    Crazy for every small piece of your madness.
    Warped & wrong, lust & loneliness.
    Sad & sexy, bad & blessed.
    All at the same time.
    Tears fall.
    My pride hit the ground & bounces back up to 11.
    You demolish & reconstruct my heart within the same day.
    I sank deeper into your world.
    This madness is all I ever wanted.
    Is it the tortured artist in me that craves it ?
    To be haunted…
    By someone who hurts & heals me constantly.
    Someone who feeds on this lost muse’s sanity.

    The madness takes me.
    I am his.
    Subverted into certain sur-reality .
    I give in.
    You can take me to church or the asylum.
    No matter.
    The madness of this will win.

    Submitted on 2015-03-13 17:15:05     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      That's my impression of a teenage girl in love, or perhaps infatuation. It strikes as a madness does it not?

    | Posted on 2015-06-05 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ]

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