Poem #27: Sanity

#27 of poetry a poem about the connotation of sanity and what reality truly is. _sanity_ a frame of mind what is truth? real or reality to oneself or to all what are words scriptures of power spoken control or written understanding?

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The Name of Sanity

This is a Continue Story from "The Name of Science" Alexzander woke up in the morning and stretched out, that room he was in was so different from that chamber he had use to be in. Now he lived at Tala's residence, having moved all of his...

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In the name of sanity

This is a Continue Story from "In The Name of Science" Alexzander woke up in the morning and stretched out, that room he was in was so different from that chamber he had use to be in. Now he lived at Tala's residence, having moved all of his...

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Sanity...

There is very little sanity is this world... make sure you keep enough for yourself... dont share it like i did... dont be driven to insanty like have... dont use the key... sanity.... there is not enough for everyone...

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SANITY

"what is sanity?" "for i do not know that name." "is it the raven over a corps?" "or is it tv stars fame?" "what is sanity?" "for i do not know that name." "is it the hat woman int really tiny shorts?"

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A Lombax on N. Sanity

sanity** **by robin** **nothing you read in here is mine.** **though i intent to have this readable separately, it is a spin off of dj tigerfox's 'it started with toast' and a crossover featuring ratchet from ratchet & clank** the ocean rippled

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Sanity

My own poetry is what keeps me sane; in check with the world. I cannot fathom what I would be without this bestowed gift. The way I cope with what is on my mind is to get lost in thought. Channeling emotions that no one else has witnessed, my true...

A Changed Life

A Changed Life By Hammarbomber on FurAffinity.net "Pull Up! WHOOP WHOOP Pull Up! WHOOP WHOOP Pull Up! Terrain ahead! Engine Fail!" The last things I remember hearing. Seeing? The ground rising up at 600 knots through the flames of a burning...

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Decay

Little by little ones sanity is put to the test. till nothing is left but a hollow shell. forced to roam the endless expanse that is life. looking for purpose to fill the void. eventually the inevitable comes to pass.

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Fox Tales Chapter 2: Bath time

Jacob breathed heavily, his bare chest heaved as his muscles strained against gravity. A loud metallic CLANG rang throughout the house as the weighted barbell dropped into its cradle. Music blasted as per usual whenever he worked out. Sitting up Jacob...

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