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 Jul 2014
Epic Monkey
If only "us"
was an option
Our river of emotions
would never dry
If we could just
merge our diverging dimensions
On a silky web of a broken lie

I would be the one to
Dare to face your weirdest obsession
Dive into
Your darkest ocean
Earn a place in your wildest passion
If only "us" was an option

I'd soothe you like a cool pillow
Flip your mood like a morning coffee
So if you'd feel down like a weeping willow
I'd hold your branches up like a trophy
If only "us" was an option

You'd become my reason
to smile everyday
And even
To die smiling in my grave
And thus I crave
Despite our diverging dimensions
A perfect world where "us"
would still be an option

But it never was
And will never be.

~Epic Monkey
 Apr 2014
S Smoothie
pull my heart strings
scratch your name in my skin,
write your contract in blood.

hold my soul hostage,
lay down your demands;
crush my spirit in your hands.

rip apart my sanity,
write your inscriptions of pain;
etching your savage ways.

destroy my hopes,
your precogziance dictates;
stomp and scrape your lies into me.

defile my innocence,
your morose curiosties reep;
****** and stab your morbid *******.

maniacal manipulations claim yet another victim,
but in your clenched hands
none ever so willing,
to die in your hold

to feel something other than ice cold.
dark and real.
 Mar 2014
Epic Monkey
Living in an endless war
Feeling what I don't want to feel
Scars in my mind, shallow yet so alarming

The deeper, the steeper they are
The more time they need to heal
New ones bloom when the old ones are still calming

Searching for the open door
Weakness? Ignorance? Misplaced zeal?
There must be a reason why these feelings are swarming

Not like a green branch cut to be reborn
Nor like a tree stem forever forlorn
Between hope and despair I kneel
Illusive whispers around me humming

Too dark to discover beyond the imperfections
Too stuck and lost in so many questions
As my fake smiles conceal
A desperate loner screaming

Forgotten healed scars have stained my innocence
But also shielded me with resilience
Again, will I be turning the wheel
In the search for balance, will I be roaming
                                                                                                        ~Epic Monkey
 Mar 2014
Epic Monkey
A trivial thought like stabbing daggers
Sets the path to our devastation
A maze of chaos from simple matters
Failing paths of imagination

Not every quote you read is a masterpiece of wisdom
Not every act that’s weird is an evil conspiracy
Demons inside her head, their kingdom
Celebrate every victorious fallacy

Persuading herself by hollow theories
Fooling herself by un-ignored “if”s
Recollecting only the worst memories
Deciding the truth, deadly and stiff

Stop creating this useless drama!
Can’t you see it’s tearing us apart?
‘Cause every self-destructive trauma
Crushes again my exhausted heart

Fire is put out by heavy pouring rain
Arms protect from thoughts too scary
Why can’t I relieve your pain?
Why can’t I be your sanctuary?


My shoulder offers affection
To be gained
And has no intention
To feint
Come rest your eyes
And faint
You will find paradise
Unstained

Come near my dear
Let me lift your worries for you
Stay with me here
Let all anxiety leave you
You will see clear
No demons to haunt you
Dissolve your fear
In my arms around you

~Epic Monkey
May 2013
My favorite poem of mine
 Mar 2014
Epic Monkey
My promising adventures
Paralysed by realistic forces
My priorities confused
By kind magnetic sources

Heartcrushers, with their soothing embrace
Dreamcrushers, with their hidden chains

Should lovers weep
In the search of success?
Brothers to strangers
For seeking wealth?

Heartcrushers, with their tender hearts
Dreamcrushers, with their morbid acts

I’m rooted in the need
Of that priceless warmth
Believing though
In the untold future’s charm

Soulcrushers, with their endless prayers
Dreamcrushers, with their soft betrayal

Like a hardworking ant,
Squashed at the end of summer
Like a cherry tree,
Slammed by the last storm of winter

Soulcrushers, is your love enough?
Dreamcrushers, is your love as tough?

~Epic Monkey
February 2014
... when your dream doesn't include your loved ones

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