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Writing Sanity is Insane 2


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My opaquely dysfunctional posture stands firm, this sedition could coffin this world. The human race kicked me out of their private club-house, now I am taking up new hobbies, dismemberment.  I am transcending through my writing, my transport to the other world. My climb to the top is in a spiral staircase crisis, giving myself a minuscule nudge into the unknown immortal coil, this is all I know. Read between my lines until you get cross-eyed.

I am a totem of total solemn; my soul purpose in this asylum is to tear until worn-out, my body, collapse these obituary columns which keep me grounded whilst I run away from my demons. Where I have been, your imagination is classed as a weapon for explosive exploitation; I swaddle all of this twaddle I dabbled in. Mirror promises with filled eyes, I can’t look at myself, the fear will become non-fiction.

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I overshadow my own characteristics, feral and feeble, I paint on a clown smile; the tears are real. These words may seem as a pathetic or embarrassing; this is only the top layer of my thick skin I am flaying and writing upon. I emaciate my mind so I can traipse back from the fires inside; I fill these pages because I can no longer afford to fill myself. All I can do is march forward with my fingers.

I learned from when I was a toddler, people are the worst type of monsters; so I grew-some and became gruesome.

I have a way of bringing the best out of you when the worst is going on. I notice everyone jumping on the bandwagon whilst I am fall off the wagon. I don’t want your money or pity, I want your eyes. I can show any extra enemy an empty welcome entry or experimental empathy entirely for eternity, depending on my mood. I will never divide my divine but deny all of this denial as the devil has deeded death on me.

Slinging slithering slander as a sufficient serpent strike suffering in stupendous stillness. This is where I will be, padded cells for all. Blessed with this curse to slur my toxic thoughts from my fantasy world ravished by war, patients versus doctors; who will win? Who will win? Me…

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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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