Madness is everything we see.

It's a way of life

that could never not be.

What is mad is thinking that we're not,

thinking there are those who have not lost the plot.

Madness is our society and its view on life,

what should be, what shouln't be

and blind eyes towards the reach of a knife.

Madness is love and sadness and hate,

Madness is the need for emotional sedate.

Madness is being and sometimes not,

Madness is as inevitable as the summer being hot.

Madness is everthing that we see,

everything that's not seen,

and you

and me.

The wolf's cry rang out through the night,

My older brother warned me to sit tight.

For if moved bad things would happen,

For if I moved I would be captured.

This was but a tale my brother told me,

to keep me up all night without a wink of sleep.

As a child I could not see,

this horrid trick he was playing on me.

For as a child my imagination was wild,

never letting any possibility be exiled.

Now, I know that story was a heap of shit,

and I let those fears surrender and quit.

But, although I don't believe anymore,

It doesn't mean I can't still dream and explore.

Because now I can take my dreams,

and try to make them a reality...

You should have told me. You should have told me you were bad for me...

You should have told me how hard his would be,

Instead you let my love grow for you like a tree.

I entwined my roots around yours and let the tips of our branches touch,

I didn't love you as such,

but, almost maybe more, then not much.

All those nights spent under the stars,

Watching the city lights with the faintest hum of cars,

Drinking wine and smoking your dads cigars...

Little did I know you were taking me away,

A small piece of brightness each and everyday,

A small piece until all I was left with was the thought of a holiday.

A holiday I thought I was to fly on with you,

If only I knew,

What little good you had done and would do.

I pushed everyone else out of the picture,

Until it was a couples portrait featuring a love elixir,

Now its a painting of an unrecognisable me and my favourite bottle of liquor.

Loneliness hurts more then you breaking my heart,

If only I was warned at the start,

If only I could put the pieces back together that had fallen apart.

You should have told me. You should have told me you were to hurt me so badly...

I wish I hadn't pushed everyone away, I wish I weren't so lonely,

I wish I hadn't thought you were the one and only.

I wish you hadn't treated me like a trophy then, left me so coldly...

My skin caught on fire at the touch of your lips

The warm tender skin of which love drips,

The sensation you give is fire and ice,

This is too good to be true there must be a price.

Your hand brushes my cheek and your eyes seem to shine,

If only this moment could last a life time,

With another kiss I sink a little more,

My heart screams, my heart yells, my heart roars.

Your hand slides down my side and around to my lower back,

And every time you do it my mind wanders off track,

I wander so far, I get lost in a jungle,

I tangle around you like a vine, without trouble.

I love you so much and you love me

Sometimes I wonder 'could a stronger love be?'

Of course one cannot because although our love is a mess

Our mess called love is surprisingly a success.

You and I go together like the moon and the sun

I am the bullets and you are the gun,

You kiss me once more and a fire burns again

And underneath the surface burns a love that will never end.

There is a girl that sits on her bed

Tearing out piece's of hair from her head.

And every night before she sleeps

She sews her eyes shut to cease the steady weep.

The weep of emotions that form into tears

The weep of emotions that have followed her for years,

And in each of those years is 365 days

It a wonder she has hair that remains.

The girls name is China and she is a doll

Found so broken and torn she could never be sold.

So they took her into their home

Painted of the cracks and gave her hair a comb.

Little did they know the cracks would reform

Because hidden under the surface is a thunderstorm

And those thunderstorms always find a way,

Of seeping out and ruining each day.

The family just kept fixing her up

As if she'll be okay when they cover it up.

They painted on a mask and gave her a new dress

But those feelings could not be supressed.

Supressed those feelings could not be for they were to deep and dark,

For the family before this one had left quite a mark.

It remains on her porcelain heart leaking a great darkness

All because some people can be cold and heartless.

It was never her fault she felt this way,

All she wanted was for someone to understand her pain.

Yet she stills sits on her bed tearing out her hair

All because her past is too much to bear.

We are all dolls being played with by people,

Some are made of porcelain, others made of metal.

We break sometimes and that's okay,

We just need people to recognise we feel this way.

Okay, so this is not the most moving poem I have read but, the most moving poem I have watched. I cried the first time I watched it.

It is a slam poem and goes for 7:36 but watch it all the way through because, it is heartbreaking.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ltun92DfnPY

Live to love,

Love to breathe,

Breathe to give the world the joy of your company.

Smile to shine,

Shine to invite,

Invite new people, new experience and a great life.

Feel to show you're human,

Show you're human so they can see

That the world is real just as you and me.

Always hope,

Always dream,

So never will our world loose its gleam.

That morning I knew it was over,

I was young, I didn't understand but, now I am older,

The crazy stupid notion of love grew colder

On the day I found out my dad was never a soldier.

He didn't march on or even retreat,

He sat in the middle of a battlefield and admitted his defeat,

That battle field was called depression and it killed him it did,

He did something so terrible even God forbid.

The deep scars you gave remain,

Deeper than the ones I gave myself with feelings I couldn’t contain,

These crazy ideas used to bounce around in my brain,

All because you never gave yourself time to explain.

Time to explain why felt that way,

Time to explain why you couldn’t stay,

Time to explain the reason to why

You thought the easy way was to die.

I am sorry, I truly am,

Sorry I thought better of you as a man,

Sorry your love didn’t stretch so far,

And sorry you destroyed all that you are.

Now this is me saying, it wasn’t me it was you,

You who tore apart everything I knew,

You who set a bad example which I so nearly followed

You who made my heart feel icy and hollowed.

You took your life and part of mine,

The part where I have a father who doesn’t resign,

The part where my dad watches me climb,

The one where everything turns out just fine.

This was a break up between you and me,

A break up you cast upon the whole family,

We haven’t recovered don’t be fooled,

The mask I have created may look like a jewel.

So, what I am saying in this rhyme of mine

Is that you gave us battle wounds that won’t heal in time,

Instead they will shrink and become less sore

I won’t let mine swallow me anymore.