Crazy Writing
73 creative works found
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Ode to a indescribable object
by MuscularTeethO thou, / that siteth next to the photocopier, but not the one you use often, the other one
i like it.
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STFU!!!!!!!
by JaybeMy mind screams silent words at you….. / Shut the Fuck Up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! / You’re doing my head in. / Talking at a ra…
Some people drive you insane with incessant talking…....about…....nothing…..... / I just had to vent on here….
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The Shadow People
by Stefan NicholsonHanging about. Filling in your fractured sense of time. / Why do you act out life in a hazy, deranged mime?
We pass by many of these “Shadow People” everyday without seeing-them. Not all of them can be blamed for their situation – some were born into misery. Change may sometimes be a positive experience. . . and so may death to end the continual pain. Just an observation and thought on what I’ve seen.
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Who will win - You or Me?
by frozenfaNSFW
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Mad
by CrockpotBig mouth never closes, / gulping air to chew the words— / hole in my face gapes open, / a nest of chattering birds. / Spittle runs bubbly / ...
Written during a very dark period of my life, between the depression and bipolar diagnoses. ©1993
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Crazy Cat
by Paul Rees-JonesSo you silly cat, / Meowin’ round the old grey mat, / Calling out for for little treats, / Pawing toes with little feet. / Brushing up agains…
A bit of fun… Yes for my little girl Kiki…who finds the cat’s joy of treats amusing. LOL. / And yes I did eat one. Also available as a Awesome Tshirt… /
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MIDNIGHT MIST
by Sally OmarIn The Midnight Mist / I walked amongst the heather and the daisies / I was screaming out your name / You really drive me crazy / Never think…
Thank you Vulcan…Please check out Vulcan’s other awesome artwork on the RB vulcan
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Goin crazy spaced out, whatever you wanna call it, Ima writing alcoholic
by Roscoe Davis IIII trip and fall over rifts overhanging mountains and hills and rivers and cliffs and starships
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Dada tata develation de luxe
by Paul Stephen DixonSitting up wiping my eyes I took my meds calming my thoughts and saw I was here with you and another day had began to storytime through i…
Dada /
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sing a song a sixpence ...
by owlspooksing a song of sixpence / a pocketful of sky / four and twenty nothings / all packed into pi / when the pi was open / infinity was seen / now w…
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Old crazy bastards
by Michael DouglassFor eighty years gravity had been trying to pull Jake towards the centre of the earth, and in a few days time some complete strangers wou…
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War on Wane
by Crokus LabelWayne, the wicked Wicca Witch of the West, Wasted a Wagon in a Ward…..
I wrote this when I lived in Vancouver… I had a roommate whose name was Wayne, and who had emptied my fridge from all it’s food, made a whole bunch of long distance calls on MY phone, and to top it off, had made a black mass in his bedroom in my “honor” ... he was surrounded with 12 black candles, and he was mumbling… When a few minutes later I was to burn some sage (which is a spiritual cleanser in American Native culture and used as a deodorant or incent) he accused me of burning “pot”... / I told him that it was sage from The great north (which is true) and he kept accusing me of burning drugs, but would keep from talking about my food he had eaten and my phone that was now very expensive. I got mad. So I grabbed my dictionary (as I was in my 2nd or 3rd year into learning english) and I left for my writer-friend’s place… When my friend opened the door, he saw that I was mad. -He never had seen me mad before asked me why I looked mad. So I said to him… “Wayne!!!... I am mad at him! I bet that there are no definitions for such an a**hole in that dictionary…” So I opened the dictionary randomly, and got on the word “wane” on the page that I opened it to… / So I exclaim… “There IS a definition for him in that dictionary… he is the “decreasing” kind of person… “ “Give me 15 minutes alone, I got to write my anger out…” ...and this is what I wrote. (I am not sure that the whole is here, for most of my works are packed in boxes at the moment… I used my memory to write it here now.)
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Does She Know?
by Daniel RarelaAt the sound / Of her voice / I lose touch / With my brain / All advice / Starts to fade / All that’s left / Is her face
Infation and obsession… both these feelings have the power to trap you inside your own head and make you insane… watch out for them
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Scary
by pinkyjaini think Red Bubble got hit by my full moon, everyone os adding work in a hurried pace, & its older work, it’s feeling like the Twilight Z…
Weird
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THE LAST CAMPING TRIP
by Sally OmarTHEY HAD GONE CAMPING EVERY YEAR / BUT THE END WAS DRAWING NEAR / THE NIGHT BEFORE SHE HARDLY SLEPT / SHE WAS SAD AND SHE WEPT / SHE KNEW…
Donna, Your artwork THE LAST CAMPING TRIP is awesome / Please check out my friend Donna’s (hickerson) other awesome artwork and / writings on the RB /
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GHOSTS?
by Sally OmarIn the silence of the night / Do you feel eyes upon your face / Perhaps breathing / You cannot trace / Do you hear a heart beating / When…
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A Poem - Dreams
by ShannynStormy resolutions thumps in her eyes, / She mutters crude sentences composed of lies, / Blood red lightning stains her whites, / Skin pale …
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Lessons Learned
by Starr1949Today in particular. I`m not a young spry chicken anymore. In the past things I did may have caused me discomfort and I could easily reco…
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"the Keys to Life..."
by Clayton TurnerTHE KEY TO LIFE IS….to become the most irrational, irresponsible, and completely illogical person that you can be. Become odd, and be l…
A light-hearted look at the way it could be.
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It's World Mental Health Day!!
by silentcrieswish that more people will understand about mental health, and hopefully dampen the annoying stigma the society tend to paste on us.
Sorry for a re-post of my journal .. I just realize i should put this under written work, cause i don’t want it to disappear under journal archives should my number of journals here increases. Check out Karin’s journal here!! Help spread the word and promote awareness!! =D
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I Am Not Really Crazy And You Are Not Really A Reflection
by FlickerLightStudioThe reality shimmered and glowed, it was beautiful and exquisite, mesmerizing and cryptic. It was different all the same.
Whatever is, was made of Stuff no matter what its name. God and Stuff are all the same. How is it that humans, a chemical factory with electrical discharges, can talk, can think, and can imagine themselves not God? Seems rather awed to me. In the Beginning then was it God and Thee?
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Hard wiring bored
by clone42True genius is a sickness / You have it for a while, / but they give you pills to treat it / Nerves like steel, they’re conductive / When th…
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help waiter*
by tinheartshelp! / waiter! / i’m still awake / my head exploiting / big mistake! / i’m counting crows / in dis-skies / sheep gave up just my luck / hey lucy…
after 10 days with no sleep~
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