It's how the moon injects colors into me,
into my old dying mind
Its blue, red, and green in my plasma
they sail and travel through my veins
Remarkable stars, they send my lost soul home
Home, that is my mortal frame,
home that is bound to earth
And so sound I laid
That I can finally get a grip
Sometimes the cloud comes too
Their cotton-like apparition
soft to the touch, overly-sensitive,
and inhumanly empathetic,
pouring down a rain
For it cried
So I don't have to cry alone
The night sky helps,
by wrapping me within its blanket of darkness,
lulling me to sleep to the song of the wolves,
blowing winds that rock the greens ever so gentle,
and therefore I know, when light has gone,
and the night has come,
I'm alive once more
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 12:39 AM UTC
Wander alone, for once
Wander about,
on this earth
you don't quite understand
Take a nap on the sea,
for once
feel the cold water
being warmed by the sun
Sleep by the banyan tree,
for once
watch as the snake slither
under your feet
By then you'll hear whispers;
someone else inside you
Yourself, but not you,
saying things you dare not speak
Of pronanities, maybe
or of sorrow
your deepest wish, perhaps
of not waking up the next morning
So wander alone, for once
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 8:44 AM UTC
I was lost
but I've been found
by wisps
that is in these tiny things
called pills
I was crashed
and I've been trashed
but I was fixed
by a thing called fluvoxamine
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 8:37 AM UTC
White, the lightning
burns and blinding
nothing heard but cries
of regretful souls
longing to go back in time
just to undo each and every crime
painfully, they howl
as they try to crawl
out of the underworld
Red, the flesh
of sinful sinners
when they clash
onto each other
and many wished,
can only wish,
to live again
but there is no bargain
in this world of pain
Black, the days
the burning frames
the rotten wraiths
No signs of mercy
for those with no faith
Longing for tomorrow
where there'll be no sorrow
but this is the inferno
the place of eternal woe
Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 8:03 AM UTC
I was never born to be a hero
and to you, or by you, I'm not obliged
Cause I've no healing power bestowed,
no superman strength nor laser eyes
In fact,
my bones are twigs,
my flesh jelly
My mind's been rigged,
I need no more burden to carry
And I've fulfilled no expectations of yours
I'm not even trying to anymore
Cause I am not here to save the day
So keep your wrathful sorrow to yourself
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 10:16 AM UTC
As the lights went dim
I found myself adrift
into an altered reality
And that's about
the furthest I can get,
away from this harsh
substantiality
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 3:09 AM UTC
At last,
I feel at ease
Alas,
There goes the leash
I am far too young to be bound,
far too old to stay around
Clueless of what there'll be
outside, I might as well feel lonely
I need no freedom
For in this cage,
I am free
And at last,
I feel at ease
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 11:26 AM UTC
The truth is
what once was yellow brick road
is now red from blood
blotched by dirt
and partly
covered in moss
I see no purpose nor hope
in following this particular road
that leads me back to a place
so called 'home'
It's rather unpromising
and untempting
unwelcoming even
And it makes me think;
At the end of the road,
will I be left to rot
by the people who once swore
that I will be loved
but would leave me standing
forsaken and starving
like they used to do
And so I'd rather stay in Oz
Then to follow the 'yellow brick road'
To get to a place where
I were to be ignored
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 11:18 AM UTC
If I were to say
about my day
There need only three words
And three words only
Such an outburst of profanity,
but they keep me away from insanity
So if you ask me "How was your day?",
there'd only be three words for me to say;
Holy
Moly
Guacamole :D
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 6:14 AM UTC
The man's Mr. Rogers
by God he had been sent to fly
And now, he is on his seventh's sky
Sometimes he misses life,
his two kids and his wife,
also the earth where he once thrived
But alone he must go
on this sea of galaxies he must row
and although he feels no sorrow
he fears being lonely
So he sings a tune familiar to all
This time no red sweater nor piano
not even children singing along
for he is alone in the cosmos
heading to the bliss where he belongs
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 7:22 AM UTC