Reason From An Insane Mind

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By: Bay, 6^th Grade

Rediscovered Hopes (Nature)

While the wind whistles through the barren trees,

And the birds have fled south to escape the driving cold,

Somewhere a fox is snoring softly in its cozy den

Dreaming of food, and flowers, and spring

When the snow falls thick on the mountains

And the oceans are stiff with cold

Hope floats gently on the wind, whistling quietly its own special tune

And nestles itself in the hearts of all waiting for spring

Beneath a blanket of buried dreams

The hopes of all are steadily returned

While the sun shines weakly

On the land soon to be covered in spring

A wolf pokes its head from its closed in den

And sniffs the air and shakes its head

With a solemn step into the void of anticipation

It gives a howl of satisfaction, finally- spring.

Secrets Unheard To My Own (Emotions)

There are secrets that no one should know

And secrets that are meant to be said

Some that are evil, and twisted, and wrong

And some that contain love, hope, joy, and bliss

I have a secret that I will not share

To anyone, for this secret is not ordinary to anyone

For this secret, I don’t know myself

It’s a secret for the ages, and a secret for only one

It’s the kind of secret that, when heard, drills into your consciousness

And makes you want to scream, laugh, cry, and cheer all at once

But one that contains enough power to destroy all

Hopes of love and joy in the future

No one can know the secret…

Except for one, the one with the dreams of hope

And the hopes of dreams

And the promise of a better future for all

This person is difficult to find,

But you can trust them with anything

They will guard it like the most precious object or a loved one

This person is eternity

Eternity can hold everything and anything

It can keep this secret for ever and more

Eternity is found at the limits of insanity and on the brink of happiness

And eternity is found everywhere

I shall tell you the secret

For eternity is all

Prepare your heart for shattering and rejuvenation

The secret is…

On The Brink Of The End (Place)

The place where everyone is welcome

And no one is shunned

And the land is peaceful

And the sky is the shade of love and freedom

The clouds are the shape of dreaming

And the sun shines bright on the earth

Fueling the ambitious and trustworthy

Who wish for a land better than this

How could this happen is the question asked

To the ones who live off of the sun

But they respond with a sigh and walk away

For they know no one understands them

On the brink of the end is the place to be

With the moon shining bright and the stars gently twinkling

Where the bright eyes of all give you elation and hope

And all you want to do is be free with them

On the brink of the end is infinitesimally small

For to find it you have to have the perfect recipe

A dash of pain, a pinch of death, and just a hint of hate

And mix it all together in a pot full of insanity and you are there

Don’t try and look for it

Don’t try to escape

Sadly this is impossible, for you see

The brink of the end is over the edge, and you’re constantly falling, and falling

When you land you wake up with tears in your eyes

And a feeling in your stomach of dread

You close your eyes once to find it again

But sadly, the end is no more, no more; the end is no more

The end is now.

Predator To Me (If I Were An Animal…)

If I were an animal,

I’m sure I would be

Some sort of creature that destroys life

Something that is a predator

I would show no mercy, show no pain

Only show devastation

And death

I could not be contained in a cage or a zoo

For no one would want to be near me

I would be a predator to all,

And to me

I would be a creature

Despised by all

I would be a bloodthirsty beast of hate

Fueled by spite and sting and disgust

A creature unspeakable by all

And tolerable by no one

I would be a creature of death

So-Called Intelligence (SCAPA)

At this school called SCAPA

We range from small to large

Each one of us having our own quirks and talents

And faults and habits

Some call us creative

And intelligent

And amusing

And kind

But within each one of us rests

A tickling worm of insanity

In some it is prominent

In their talents and work

And some it is just

A quiet nagging doubt

In the back of their heads

Which they try hard to ignore

But alas, they fail

And occasionally, this insanity shines true

Yes, some call us witty

And sharp, sweet, and wise

But be warned to the traveler

Who is unknown around these parts

Deep in these halls

In the shadows lurk

One insane student

With the power to change all

Sense Of Spinning (My Choice)

Sometimes

When I’m sitting in my room

Not doing anything that is of interest in particular

I find myself spinning

Nothing out of the ordinary

Just spinning

I close my eyes and give a sigh

As I make a full revolution

Deep in my stomach

There is that tickling feeling

That you get when you’re on a roller coaster

That feeling of enjoyment and fun

And of dread and demise

Mixed all up and tossed around

Like some sort of drink at a party

And then I feel like I’m falling

Not the bad kind either

The kind of fall you feel

When you fall onto your bed and go to sleep

Or when you fall when you’re learning to ride your bike

As the hours pass by like seconds

And the days go by like that

I open my eyes and find myself

Curled up tightly on top of my bed

In the dark, all alone, with only the moon beside me

I give a smile and close my eyes again