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when you lose the illusion
when the light shines through
when your dreams are shattered
all that is left to accrue
is all that matters
even when its cruel
brutal truth though painful
is no less true
dented

                             fragmented

battered

                             bruised

monosyllabic

                             after a mile

in another mans

                             shoes
join the dots
paint the picture
take a look
at your depiction
what you saw
what you created
are different patterns
of the same creator
real and unreal
are both illusions
your minds eye
is the only one you see through
art
stream of consciousness
theres madness in the method
what goes in comes out
untethered
unmolested
direct from the subarachnoid
tried and tested
evolved into creation
making
being humans best bit
the lives ive held between these hands
dont touch me as i pass them on
each as nameless as the last
their faces blurring into one
the pleas
the tears
the bended knees
like words repeated once too often
lose all human quality
as i lost mine
when i took this job on
dedicated to call centre workers everywhere. Death is just another customer service representative
 Apr 2016 Julie
Finley in Despair
Starving soul, hungry for communication
Parched heart, thirsty for a connection
Saturate me with your love
Fill me with your happiness
Remind me that I'm not alone
Tell me the glass was never half empty
As I know you want me full
I see you as I see you, not as you want me to
Wrapped in skin so velvet soft
Kissed with a dark red bow placed on top
Of your dark wavy hair
Perfect in contrast to
Your porcelain complexion

I see you every day
In the corners of my eyes
In the forefront of my mind
In my wildest dreams and
My darkest nights
Strange scenarios where I die
Only to be resurrected by you
Because losing me was a pain
So profound and world shattering
The tears you cried became the elixir of life

Be my friend
Be my lover
I can be whatever you need
Or whatever you want me to be
Provided that, me being that
Is always just me being me
That feeling of a desire to connect with someone.
Wanting them to want you or need you too.
 Apr 2016 Julie
wecanonlywish
without you, oxygen is poison
 Apr 2016 Julie
Keith Labonte
I usually have the same awe struck wonder
every time I'm immersed in nature.
A grandiose moment to capture,
surrounded by the gigantic architects of life
seasoned with the peppering of cyclical torrents.
The ballistic mist that envelops the cascade,
today; the same, I sat quite steadily.
What I found within the wonder and awe
was a belonging
an abode.
 Apr 2016 Julie
Chloe Zafonte
Gyspy
 Apr 2016 Julie
Chloe Zafonte
I've always wondered off alone, I've never thought of my house I live in as a home. As I grow I wonder about the possibilities of the earth, I've longed to explore since year one of my birth. When the sun shines, I look to it and stare. Wherever else he shines above I want to  be there. I wonder off enjoying the silence of the spring day, creating ideas that may go a long way. They address me as a loner who will socialize never but in all honesty being alone is what makes me so clever.
 Apr 2016 Julie
Elijah Nicholas
4:37
 Apr 2016 Julie
Elijah Nicholas
No one really has answers—
Just stories.
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