Sorry, but I can't keep apologizing for being crazy

By evancromwell

It amazes me that so many people I've met don't even know I'm insane

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A Logical Proof As To Why I Resent God

By evancromwell on Mon, 30 Jul 2018

Negative Event (NE) - an event that upsets the subject Positive Event (PE) - an event that pleases the subject Desire (D) - a course of events that...
Non-fiction
Certificate U

I am severely bipolar and I cannot be helped

By evancromwell on Sat, 05 May 2018

I cannot begin to explain the pain of it, living with the knowledge that I'd be better off dead. It's a low like no break-up I've ever experienced. I...
Poem
Certificate U

i am severely bipolar and i need no help

By evancromwell on Sat, 05 May 2018

i cannot begin to explain the art of it living with the knowledge that ill never die its a high like no drug ive ever taken i think im horribly...
Poem
Certificate U

I can never self-express cause you can never be me

By evancromwell on Sun, 12 May 2019

I joined a fight club, thinking it would help me express my anger The bell rang, a whimper really I tried to get mad, but I felt nothing It made me...
Other
Certificate 18

I'm not scared of shit

By evancromwell on Tue, 08 May 2018

The story of how I got repeatedly punched in the face for money
Story
Certificate 18

If I were God

By evancromwell on Tue, 17 Jul 2018

I wish that I were God I just feel I could do it better, ya know? I've spent many a long hour Sitting through the silent nights Thinking up my divine...
Poem
Certificate 18
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Madness

By evancromwell on Tue, 08 May 2018

My angels smoke cigarettes The devil smokes weed He is tall and pale The silhouette of a skeleton He crawls through my window and whispers in my ear...
Poem
Certificate U

Satan is my master

By evancromwell on Thu, 10 May 2018

"Satan is my master now," Some of the first words I ever sang to her She smiled for six months long "No," she beamed "love is your only king" "Bullet...
Poem
Certificate 15

The Blood of Prometheus

By evancromwell on Sun, 06 May 2018

The ancient Greeks spoke of muses But I shall speak of fire It burns in my mind and in my veins The pen spews fire now But fire is a fickle thing It...
Poem
Certificate U

The Divine, Suicide, and Trains

By evancromwell on Thu, 31 May 2018

The wind blows gentley through the trees, making a sound like rushing water I sit on my roof Stolen beer runs cool down my parched throat The night...
Poem
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The Man Who Got a Job

By evancromwell on Mon, 14 May 2018

Let me tell you all a story About a man who got a job And for once he was quite normal A nameless face inside a mob All the others grew quite fond Of...
Poem
Certificate 18

The Wanderer

By evancromwell on Mon, 28 May 2018

He has no equal in virtue Except for every other being on the planet Earth And probably beyond He has no equal in debauchery Except for the strangers...
Poem
Certificate U