sonnet
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A Sonnet for your thoughts, my pitiful friend?I bet you’re wondering how to let go.Or at least you’re wond’ring when the pain will end.I know, let’s ask our own immortal soul. I would but something’s blocking me it seems.They called me mentally ill and medicated me.But I know that the world is living dreams.I’m sorry,…
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I’m God, y’all, having a vivid dream.None of this is real.Although it sure seemsThat the pain I experience every day isThe misery I can’t seem to escape is.But this is the playtime of God.How insane?This person I think I amWishes to abstain.Just give me a do-over.Make me a dove.Or end the pain for me, Lord.I…
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William Shakespeare was a fraud. He prob’ly lived, but it’d be odd. That the son Of a glover Got the education You would need To craft such fine lit’trature There’s also Thirty-Three.
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I’m trying to be sincere, I just wantGod to hold me near.Save me from this Hell I’m inI’m drowning here again.Please, Lord, give me your strength.I’m cracking up at length.I don’t know how to go on living.I dedicate my life to giving.Please just whisper in my heart.I know you’re there, God,That’s a start.And tell me…
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God’s going to take care of me somehow.It’s so hard to let go and trust.It’s been 48-years and They’ve got me this far.Devotion is a must.And I am devoted.I sing praise to GodAnd write poetry to Them all day.I’ve just got to stop worrying.There’s no use in hurrying.I’m not dying yet,At least I don’t think…
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I’ve hated this world for so long,I’ve tried not to be in it.I stopped trying to live.I gave up trying.That’s no way to win the pennant.I feel so bad now and i just want to feel good.I don’t care what it takes, I will do it.Just show me the path, Lord! Why am I blind?I…
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Read this aloud, or in your head if you must, but with lots of emotion behind it, because that’s how it sounds to me in my head when I read it. Just in the voice of this absolutely insane person I happen to still think I am for some bizarre reason. God just put on…
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I no longer wish for an end to the pain.Simply for the means to endure it.Maybe being okay with the pain (and the rain…)Will eventually ensure it.It’s got to be worth trying.I’ve tried freaking out.That only made the pain worse.And perhaps accepting the state that I’m inSomehow will lead to anEnd to this curse.
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Hello little frog I wonderDo you know you’re God?Sitting on the window pane?Motionless as a log?I can’t help feeling envy, frogYour cares seem so, so minor.And mine seem insurmountable.Your life seems so much finer.
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God loves me More than a Mother loves a Son More than NRA loves guns. More than a flower loves the Sun. God loves me With an infinite source of Love. I can feel his tender hug. It makes me feel so warm and snug. Like a bug wrapped in a rug.
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I know I need to not feed pain with fear.But it’s very difficult for me to do.At least I have God and He is near.I know somehow that He will see me through. I wish that He would tell me just exactlyWhat I need to do to end the pain.I’m trying to convince myself completelyThat…
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I just wanted to sit down and write a sonnet. I usually write Shakespearean sonnets. It’s just the form I adore the most. No idea what subject it will be on. We’ll see when we’re done. Allow me, Lord, to always sing your glory.Every good thing that I do’s through thee.I tap into divine immortal…
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This opening monologue to Romeo and Juliet is a self-contained Shakespearean Sonnet? Two households, both alike in dignity (In fair Verona, where we lay our scene), From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.5 From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife. The fearful passage of their death-marked love10 And the continuance of their parents’ rage, Which, but their children’s end, naught could remove, Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage; The which, if you with patient ears attend, What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend. Break it up if you need to. 3 quatrains, 1 couplet.
Musings of the Mad 