Poem #27: Sanity
#27 of poetry a poem about the connotation of sanity and what reality truly is. _sanity_ a frame of mind what is truth? real or reality to oneself or to all what are words scriptures of power spoken control or written understanding?
Sanity...
There is very little sanity is this world... make sure you keep enough for yourself... dont share it like i did... dont be driven to insanty like have... dont use the key... sanity.... there is not enough for everyone...
SANITY
"what is sanity?" "for i do not know that name." "is it the raven over a corps?" "or is it tv stars fame?" "what is sanity?" "for i do not know that name." "is it the hat woman int really tiny shorts?"
Sanity
My own poetry is what keeps me sane; in check with the world. I cannot fathom what I would be without this bestowed gift. The way I cope with what is on my mind is to get lost in thought. Channeling emotions that no one else has witnessed, my true...
A Changed Life
A Changed Life By Hammarbomber on FurAffinity.net "Pull Up! WHOOP WHOOP Pull Up! WHOOP WHOOP Pull Up! Terrain ahead! Engine Fail!" The last things I remember hearing. Seeing? The ground rising up at 600 knots through the flames of a burning...
Decay
Little by little ones sanity is put to the test. till nothing is left but a hollow shell. forced to roam the endless expanse that is life. looking for purpose to fill the void. eventually the inevitable comes to pass.
Fox Tales Chapter 3: Dinner Date
Jacob rushed to dress in going casual, and giving the impression of a rogue. A nice black silk shirt was buttoned up; he left the top couple of buttons undone. A pair of jeans and boots completed it his ensemble. Moving to the mirror he examined...
Fox Tales 5
Jacob sat in his office staring at through the wall. He couldn't concentrate every time he sat down to focus on his writing he would get distracted. This didn't feel like the writer's block that he had after his wife left. He shifted and grunted at...
Relative Sanity: Chapter Six
#6 of relative sanity "ah, miss hart, i was wondering when you'd come to see me again." elliot was sprawled on his cot, his back pressed against the wall behind him and one leg drawn up toward his chest. he looked positively pleased to see her.
Misplaced by type - Chapter 10a: Gym Rivals
It almost sounded like sanity but was a pitch higher.
Relative Sanity: Chapter Two
#1 of relative sanity breakfast the next morning was a modest affair. geniva had woken early to prepare herself for her first day of work, dressing demurely in charcoal slacks and a soft pink blouse that put some color in her cheeks.
Relative Sanity: Chapter Three
#3 of relative sanity the hall into which geniva stepped was lit by a row of bare light bulbs linked by hanging wires. their glow was dim enough that it took her a few seconds of blinking to allow her eyes to adjust to the gloom in the hall.