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Avery Geistdorfer
F    I may be young but who are you to say how capable this existence of time makes me?
ComeButDoNotFollow
122/Other/behind you    we are in the shadows, shifting, the movement you see in the corner of your eye, the voice you hear, whispering for you to follow ...
19/F    Smiling and laughing are my favorite hobbies

Poems

Wrong wrong wrong
I'm so lonely
Echoes in the dark

White text on a white page
Lines that no one sees

On the dock in the dark
ON a lake in a park
Just yo uand me


Soma
Soma
Soma
Soma
Soma
Soma
Soma
I am the ******, and that is the truth
I am the ****** and that is the truth
Blain is a piain and that is the truth
(It doesn't matter what 's on the insside)

sSOMASOMASOOOMA
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work, the pen crunches into the paper digging a hole into the desk the wood squeals the ink cries out the bblackness washes out in torrents
Crunching, crunching, crumbling, the pen just so many plastic splinters ground into the desk the black inik gushes out in torrents
I am a writer and that is the trueth
reach for the stars and that is the truth
You can never bbe free except within the cage
If you are free in the cage, then you can be free  anywhere
I am a poet and that is the truth
I am a poet and that is the truth
Have you imagined, the feeling of nearness? The darkness? The sighs?
Have you imagined? The feeling? the soooma, sweet soma rushing through your veins?
Tickle me, trip with me, trick me, break me
break me
break me
Break me so I can be free
Blain is a pain and that is the truth
Another hit, that'll tdo the trick, hit me hit me hit me, scooore
When you're strange, faces come out of the rain
ON a dock on a lake, in the heart of the jungle
When the far side of a mountain gobbled up wthe sun
How it gobbled up the sun
And we lay like lovers rocking irocking smoothly
While the mountains gobbled up the sun
Grooving
Bleeding across the sky, black and purple and blue, beat with bruises on the sky
Orange, then the LIGHT THERE WAS LIGHT AND IT WAS GOOD
I am good, and that is the truth

And we shared this moment like lovers, whispered in each others ears like the soft tickle of bats wings, or the delicate abraisinion of worn velvet
And you tickled my ear and I tickled thine
I am a knave and that is the truth
There are other worlds than these, and that is the truth
And you slipped the soma into my mouth and I slipped some into yours and we rode the dock on the lake by the mountains which gobbled up the sun
GNASHING with red teeth smiling GNSASHING and bashing up the sun

And we loved the stars under the covers on the dock

I am a dock and that is the truth

YOU AND ME in and eeeeeeeeendless blanket sea
That is the truth.
We watched the stars shoot the sky, and plucked them down and popped them in our mouths like soma
Oh, so romantic, with the soma stars in our eyes, fighting to get out
I am in a cage and that is the truth
Stillness, slownly, softly, dawn approches
The birds aren't yet awake
Even the sea sleeps
The hungry mountains are ssilent
TGod reached down and brushed aside the Washington clouds
Shook them out
and pulledHelios
In his golden cchariot
And my eyes, they saw you
Your face came out of the rain
Your eyes fluttered open in the maginifcencec
THThe golden glow upon your brow
The soft, soft warmth

ANd my rainy blanket sea revery was shattered
By the beating of the feet of the runner who was burning, screaming, waving, frenzied, flyind, fleeing, crying, screaming, truly screaming

The form sprinted from the shore, pitter patter, pitter patter, the bare feet burning, smacking on teh pine dock
Pitter patter
the flames ROARED
screaming
flailing
leaping into the air
tshe flung herself off the dock
into the water
went out with a hiss
That is the truth.
Soma.
I wrote this with white text and no spellcheck so I couldn't see what I was writing at all. I really like it because it's more raw than anything I could write if I was concerned about spelling or seeing what I was writing.

Inspired by:
- Brave New World
- Soma by Steve Roach
- American ****** (movie version)
- The Wastelands by Stephen King (Dark Tower Series Part III)
- "It Will Follow the Rain" by The Tallest Man On Earth
- "People are Strange" by The Doors
- The Gunslinger by Stephen King
- "Endless Blanket Sea" by me
- "The Day Begins" by The Moody Blues
- "My Eyes Have Seen You" by The Doors
Fog Oct 2018
That it’s a beautiful blessing that we forge
tDo you think I am safe now?
Sweetheart, you have to remember.
You have to! You have to!
You cannot just sweep it under the rug,
You cannot just sleep through it, and hope to wake up like it’s just a nightmare.
Sure you can pretend like it was,
Oh, just don’t kick stones.......
don’t kick stones!
They said so many times in my life
To
“drink more, it’s fun, we have a whole bottle, we’re going to take another sip
Keep sipping until you finish it”

But one sip was dead to me,
How can we call things like
“I think I got *****, last night”
Our divine pan, our destiny
Because every single day
I am praying to god that
I can forget all of it and release the tension that always seems to rest inside my skin, my skinny, my over eating
My swelling heart, overriding all
Of the hate, that I could have felt
Just showing me all I am is love
All I am is love, and nothing else
My sweeping up old memories
Has made a really mess
And I am so overwhelmed
I forget I am safer than I was
When this was life we had no
Idea that dreams can excuse the things
That hurt me most, and I think man’s message to the world is,
I will hurt you, and you will love
And once someone told me,
“Nobody really wants to hear about your problems.”
I guess it’s true, this one is one
That most everyone would feel
So sick from, it would be the hardest
Truth to chew through
I drank too much of the truth serum for you to be able to sit and listen, and chew
And he dragged me me through the doorway
As my friends watched me, and I begged them to help me my hands were grasping for the doorframe
This is the one of the first times as a young girl that I really fight for my life
Held on for as long as I could
And I’m watching them on the ground
Laughing, they don’t know any better
I think I remember them wanting to help me
But they couldn’t help me
I guess they couldn’t help me
I don’t remember
I don’t remember the rest
I don’t want to remember the rest
I woke up with my pants off
And next to him,
He grabs my hand to touch his personal “at attention”
I feel the same anxiety,
It paralyzes me, even now
I have flashbacks
I have panic attacks
Remember, she was on the kitchen floor

Woke up,
forgetting ,
paralysis walking
waking seeing,
every day remembering
Even more
I wish that
I didn’t remember that
Gracie, how beautiful ?
I forget
Crazy, beautiful