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My Insane Scribblings #3 – Forgive Me


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I am so sorry – to all of you! I lost myself and became so selfish in my search for normality, I just wanted to be like you so much I found a medication that could make me “Sane” But I would have lost my talent to write as it switches wires within my brain, so to speak. But my dream out-weighed my addiction and now I am back, with the greatest of apologies to all of my readers!

Forgive Me!

Chain me to this black cloud; I am hiding what I have done to myself behind my shackles. The lure of darkness has my eye and the shadows are staring back; under the rock is where the monsters lie. Pop another, Alex; now swallow. These drugs don’t help me; they work, yes, but make me worse. I am sinking further into this high, losing myself with every capsule. A dilemma I hold within each hand and tongue, standing in the dark.

If I take each of these pills I will transform into what you are now, sitting behind your computer trying to be something you are not quite yet. I wish to be animal within this society, mirror you. But the downside to every pill, is the shadow to every light, I do not write. I would never regret this addiction but with every forbidden love at one point or another you must either love or leave before the poison from the black rose’s thorns take effect.

This idea of a better life is just too huge to gulp-away. Now a revolution on words! Observe how my pain leaps from this computer screen at you. Your eyes merely glimmer with the hope, but mine shimmer towards the slant of greatness.

I will not give up,

Tie me up in blood soaked ribbon,

A present for the entire world,

Beneath my skin it’s crippling,

With the major difference bestowed upon this simpleton,

My evil symptoms are different,

Time to kick-up a fuss,

Along with the kids with the kids of these kingdoms,

Stand tall beside my pillars are wisdom,

They are for show but should be feared,

One day at a time but it turns into years,

This is all I can wish for,

Now stand up, Alex; and wipe away your tears on your sleeve.

I am sorry I left you, I made the wrong choice, forgive my stupendous stupid ways. I won’t let you down, my prolific talent is fifty all anyone else out there, this time my dream comes first and I shall make sure life comes a close second. This is the begin of something so real to me, I am back revenge upon my pad, even if I have to write in blood; I will get my words to you!

Insane (2013 video game)

Insane (2013 video game) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I AM BACK – SO PUT YOUR PENS AWAY!

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My Nightmare – Written by Alexander Kennedy


Alex had a nightmare the night before he left for the asylum. He came straight down stairs and wrote it down. It may be short but here it is for you to read. Monster V’s Humans! Who will win? Like, comment and subscribe.

My Nightmare

In a spotlight I stood. Made to watch; whatever it was, I was already scared. The darkness that surrounds the light I was safe in was rather intimidating to look into or think about stepping forth towards. All I know is I must stand and stay, good dog.

My living room, the fear begins to strip away and then the wallpaper does, my defences go straight up, stand still, Tyrannosaurus-Rex rules. Under my living room wallpaper is the skin and bones of everyone I love, slabs of meat flop from the mush wall. Opened eyes stare, the droplets of blood sprinkle like hundreds and thousands. Kass, my evil side stands at the other side of the darkness within a lukewarm-green light, hovering there in a black trench coat and some shades on, his head on a tilt as he smiles. He holds up his cupped hands of hearts.

My safety light expands to reveal my street. Mounds of cocaine and hills of marijuana are stacked on street corners. I fall to my knees; somehow I have beaten within an inch of my life and I am made to watch all the people who have let me down.

The policemen have no eyes; their picket sign said “Kill him on sight.” The people who bullied me huddle in a group, their picket sign states. “Do it again, he’s a pussy!” And behind, everyone else whom has let me down somehow for their benefit or gain through life, hurting me and not batting an eyelid.  Their arrays of picket signs scream “Monster!” “Burn the bastard!” “He doesn’t feel, so why not one more time.” “He loves me, I love him not.” There were some more but my eyes become heavy with tears, I had to close them and think.

I think of myself as a monster or more evil, reflecting within my thoughts I have watched and only one name rung out. Kass…. my evil side.

I open my eyes, I see black boots. I tick my sight upwards, there he stands; a hand out, smile stretched and frown as a crown. The sun is giving the moon the finger over his shoulder.

Time to fight; Kass stands in front, protecting me. He raises his hand to the sky and with a snap of his fingers, the moon swallows the sun. All of my enemies look to the sky in an awful amazement. Monsters crawl from the gutters, behind shadows; all different species. One is a hairy wolf/lion beast with a snake face, jerky movements. Another looks to be a purple dragon covered in spikes, kneeling to me on a car roof. And the rest are blurs and shadow creatures. They all form a line in front of me, my unnatural army. Kass unravels his huge blacken wings.

Roaring’s and screeches ting the ear. They show foot and head for battle with the naturals.

I wake up. Thank you.

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