Two Crazy Poems, A Song, and a Fragment: Mania, Madness, By the Window, and Fragment

Two Crazy Poems, A Song, and a Fragment: Mania, Madness, By the Window, and Fragment

I finally got around to digitizing all my poems. I am going to be posting the rest of them in the near future. Now onto my current poems. The Mania poem is kinda crazy. I do not know what I was thinking when I wrote it. The same can be said for my madness poem. "By the Window" is one of my favorite poems. It is more of a song than a poem. The Fragment poem is just like all the other fragmented poems. In any case, all my wonderful poems are 5 stars worthy. I hope that you like my latest original poems.

Mania 
by Teresita Banco

This mania keeps me alive,

If I did not have

This strange urge,

This repetitive,

Repetitive desire.

Lo’ by now,

I would be

Consumed by fire.

The same jokes

Do not tire me,

The same song

Does not bore me.

Nay, it only gets better!

Hey, heheheheh,

Ha, Ha, hi, ho, hu!

Let the madness take shape!

Hahahaha, he,heh, huh!

Madness
by Teresita Blanco

You realize

That it is

Those two idiots.

Who have driven  you nuts,

They get so shocked,

So easily,

They think so much alike.

They crippled you,

Bound you,

You cannot escape!

Their blood flows within you.

To be the only sane person

In a nuthouse,

Is a pain

I do not wish on anyone.

Let’s pretend,

Let’s play their game

A bit longer. 

By the Window
by Teresita Blanco

I bet you were hoping to find

Something different,

By the window,

By the window,

By the window

Still shines,

The same rays

Of the sun.

You still hear

The same old, song

By the window,

By the window.

By the window

You were hoping to find

Something else, something different;

By your 3^rd story window.

There is no one,

There is no one,

By this window,

By this window.

Yet you wonder why,

You still gazed out

By your window

Hoping to find…

Someone else, something different.

Yet, for now

There is no one

By your window,

By your window.

Fragment
by Teresita Blanco

I wish to know you,

My new self,

Your face seems clouded…

Why so much disdain?

Your refuse to turn,

Why do you ignore me?

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