The illusion of realityIs this the real world we see?The illusion of reality4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or is it just an illusion of reality?
Will death be the thing to set us free?
Or is that just a weird mentality?
Is life just an illusion?
Do we perhaps preserve things differently?
And is this all just a big delusion?
We want the people to think free
But can they be free if they need to follow the rules?
Can they break free,
Without being branded as fools?
If we want to know more
And learn the real truth
We have to venture in the unknown more
A wise man doesn't take the road everybody sees
A wise man travels off the road and leaves a track
Breaking ThroughBreaking Through3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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Sense MemoryI developed taste.Sense Memory3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We lost touch.
WondermentSome days, I find myselfWonderment3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the s e c o n d s
of my heart
what I could have
and a lot
l e s s
but all I can manage
. . . . . . .
I miss you
I love you
i love you
i love you
Christmas Bliss!MistletoeChristmas Bliss!3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Short and SweetPainting cardinalsShort and Sweet5 years ago in Scraps More Like This
The artist is unaware
Of her own beauty
Between Heaven and HellEveryone has a story to tellBetween Heaven and Hell3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The time and place the falls from grace.
We all walk at our own pace
forever attempting to win the illusionary race.
So I took the time, to sit and rewind....
granted pause to the cause, reflections of the mind.
Years upon years slowly drifted on by...
Journeys left behind slumbering alongside the road of unknown,
collecting dirt and debris, anxiously awaiting to be set free,
but could not flee...no one to save me and turn the key.
Everything has a time and a place within the enchanted space.
A story to tell of heaven and hell...
Realise this upon states of bliss,
In the beginning we all fell--in the end we all shall fall.
Can no longer ignore the ancient call.
Last MessageForeboding packageLast Message3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
your final story to the world
I cannot open it
apatothe ocean air is sellingapato3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
moist and salty caresses
there is a metaphor to take
in each skimming wave
but I am tired so I
so I will
will let it rest
my turning mind
with the tides
with the gilled creatures
below the rhythmic surface
gulping gaping gas-gasping fish mouths
mine will open too and
open till wide enough
for the cry clenched in my
throat to caw-claw
its way out till I am
chorusing with the seagull
and if I fall
into the water now
it will envelop me
wrap its foam arms around
touch its crest to my head
kiss me dead
I will be complacent
in its sea indoctrination
this is how I will stay
above the darkness
infinite below me
because i have toimpaledbecause i have to3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
& wreaking havoc on these
more than endorphins &
planes out of control
pretending that if
instilled in bedsheets
justit started out as a message of honest to god tearsjust3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
honest to god honesty
and she was saying she was saying she was
a mistake and we were we were mistaking
meaningless signs for road signs to somewhere where
the great elsewhere
and a qu-quiet whisper-per transformed
twisted twisted and bent and bled and
her voice her voice became this monster this monster of
feedback and static and feedback and feedback and heartache
(the sound of heartache rips
the space between your ears till you are nothing
left but lightness and heaviness all in one space all in one space
and you can't breathe you can't breathe you can't
fucking breathe or hear or see or taste a goddamn thing)
it was all noise noise noise noise no-oise-se
bouncing in the fissures of a love-torn mind
and it was it was the sensation of falling
then the greatness of the jumbled sound
dissipated like a f o g
you saw along the path
I hope you are reading thisthe person I love loves music much too muchI hope you are reading this3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
and the person I love loves that I love the quiet and easy days
loves that I like to stay up late (or early) till the birds sing of morning and
the person I love loves that I love to hold hands and hold a body but only when I know them fully
and the person I love loves listening to my songs and listening to my voice and to my poetry and stories
the person I love has songs to share too and a voice that melts my heart and words that mold it back into something nostalgia old and inspired new
and the person I love loves to look around and take it in once in a while and wonders why we can’t just run away to a secluded place in the forest with a cabin that harbors all of our needs, keeps you and me in a space apart where it rains when we’re sad because we would always be sad together and where the sun is warm on our skin when we are smiling together and laughing together because I made a spectacular pun out of seemingly nothing sp
Six Word Story - FiddlingHe was fiddling with his violin.Six Word Story - Fiddling3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Messsage in a bottleSometimes people cry out for help,Messsage in a bottle3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I think we all have witnessed it,
We watch them break,
We watch their tears,
And we see something in their eyes,
The last piece of hope,
The hope that as well could be a message in a bottle.
Who will ever know if someone noticed that tiny little bottle in the ocean,
Or if they did,
Did they pick it up?
I have seen a lot of bottles in my time,
And most of the time I pick them up,
But I notice quite a few times I don´t,
It is like they become invisible,
Even if they scream loudly right in front of you,
I think something is wrong,
Why do we leave the bottle in the ocean?
I clearly can see they need help,
And I see it,
I really do,
How can you pretend not to?
Thoughts!Thoughts can surround you,Thoughts!3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bombard and astound few
they start a new day,
and end in a way
that fill up our heads,
at night in our beds.
Thoughts can employ,
and often destroy
our hearts and our minds,
when they chose to rewind
the yesterday voices,
that were often unkind.
Thoughts can bring laughter,
to now and hereafter
or send us within,
in a giant tailspin
and dread coming out,
to a world full of doubt.
Thoughts can bring starts,
that can overflow hearts
when your love has survived,
amongst battles contrived
the one thought that stays,
Is that life's good, always!
Cogito ergo sumShe sits at the typewriter, speaking her story as she types - her voice echoing in the room, caresses the walls. Legs crossed and still, her fingers tap a tango of a tale, clack like mysterious heels down a hallway. She is enrapturing and I wish to say mine but I am hers. She toys incessantly with my head, with my hair, with my coat collar, snaking her ink-stained fingers down over my heart.Cogito ergo sum3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Shall I break it tonight, sweet?"
An interruption in her story - my story. Sometimes she talks to me as if I were in the room.
I am in the room if she places me there, if she tugs the strings above my knees to sit me down in the empty sofa chair.
She tilts her head and clicks her tongue.
"You're too nice." Speaking to herself now, her eyes wander over the pages splayed along the floor in seeming chaos.
"Should have killed him when he was most deserving of it." I am rarely a wicked man, darling; besides, you guide my hand with your twisted and ever clever mind.
who said breathing was easy?gaspwho said breathing was easy?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
air down the esophagus
trickling, to the lungs
winter respire chills alveoli
tried to hold my breath for a beat or two
a beat like a bird's wing flapping fire in my chest
a clawing at my ribs, broken feathered bones at the bottom
stir to rattle blood
hurts more not to
say your name
complications beep irregular rhymes
and the time ticks on methodically
like life is logical
like love keeps
waiting to inhale
forever an exhale
always leaving me empty
misunderstandings left.misunderstandings3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when we finally felt right, turns out, we were wrong.
Buried BeatThe emotions I seekBuried Beat2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
deep below, out of . . .r e a c h. . .
At times it seems safe that way,
no one knows,
no one speaks.
Of the pain in the shadows
something . . .b e a t s. . .
A long forgotten charm
a play on melody
a song, a sigh
a familiar chord...an echo,
A longing, a piercing so deep,
the soul (heart) ache of the tragic
soaring to its PEAK.
StarlightI walk along a road of dreamsStarlight3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stepping on stones of starry-eyed
alive for all my failings and
content for my lack of fulfillment
always uplifted and uplifting
upon this winding, wending
Treading on hope and faith with what
I can manage
as awash in lucidity
as the stellar nurseries of my
Would you believe that I saw it all with my
not my eyes
words for the anxiousinescapablewords for the anxious3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fingers curled cage upon her face
lips, red and parted, shine through phalangeal bars
gentle nostril flair as she expels air
fluttering hair draped, touching tangled thoughts
draining darkness creeps up her throat , encompassing
her whole being to shake muscles aching and tensed by
her trembling chin
giving in to terror of some unknown threat
still present and reflected in wet eyes
tears trapped in surface tension shimmer
gasp over the lump in her throat
obstacles for oxygen
mind is losing
Almost (beautiful)I am not perfectAlmost (beautiful)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
not like this sunrise
and I shall not live half as long
as the sun
nor shall I ever sing as softly
as does the wind through my hair
but I still
What is it you ask of me?What is it you ask of me?What is it you ask of me?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The scars are deep
You cannot see,
What is it
You ask of me?
just once they say,
can guide your way
etched within your mind,
Take my heart
and you will find
You're safe for all eternity
What was it you asked of me?
WolvesSick of the pack,The wolves,Wolves3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Running and seeking while staying together,
Singularity Is none existent to you,
Strength in numbers,weakness In singles.
Throw your morals at my face,
When you're the one who forgot them,
I never swore loyalty to you,
And you have never shown me such a thing,
And yet I'm meant to be,
When I left you didn't even notice,
If I did stay would you know?
You can scream betrayal from your tower,
You can tell a story of my deeds,
Words are words and actions are real,
Saying something doesn't make It so.
With my actions I only grow,
With your words you'll have nothing to show,
When they forget their love for you,
You'll realize It was only pity.