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Joanna Eliades Oct 2018
..............I want to be Guinevere, I want Lancelot, I want a magician and a pack of wolves. I want a wardrobe and a door and a trip to the moon......
Joanna Eliades Oct 2018
I am suddenly aware that my eyes are open, and have been for some time.
its dark, quiet.

The faint taste of ammonia, seeps into my mouth

I feel heavy and unable to move,
my body hasn't yet caught up.
Fear surrounds me.
I am not alone.

I am caught somewhere in between.....
The rules I follow - that keep me safe, and bound - are lost, purgatorio

I have glimpsed the operating system.

There is no need for remembering, rewinding. I am completely aware of every detail of the place .
A revisit.... A slap in the face of reality.

A visit back to a long forgotten place from many many years ago, suddenly completely clear... Back to where I left off.

These r the ones that pull me down. , my mind free from creating and ready to explore... Let the games begin.

I need the fade out, the short but so
Important time it takes to move from dream to reality.... to give your mind time to adjust, slow down.

This isn't how it is supposed to be.
The fear is becoming intense, I need water to get rid of that taste, that place. To knock me back. But I can't move.
Joanna Eliades Oct 2018
Now is the present, a present I choose to ignore.
For The moment you are aware of now
it immediately becomes the before.
Ahead is now happening, while contemplating the before. So if now is before and ahead is now you can see why I choose to ignore.
Joanna Eliades Oct 2018
Always remember
When the loneliness breaks through
That to peer into the darkness
Is a gift from me to you

The dread is overwhelming
It eats into your soul
Infecting that tiny part of you
That is positive and whole

Don't be afraid of who you are
Your special cant you see
Complexity is your power
It connects you to me
Joanna Eliades Oct 2018
I'm obsessing about the routine, the organised systems I have created... It's better this way, where normal is.

Everything must be in its place. Nice and tidy. 99.9 % Organised. With a lemony scent. Where normal is.

Don't let the crazy out. Stuff it back in and tape it up! Don't listen to her words..quickly, Polish the foot stall....Where normal is.

Organised crime. Boring monotonous 2.4 success. Baptised and believed. suffocating, devouring, digesting...
Where normal is?
Joanna Eliades Oct 2018
fairies are fading
treasure chests echoing
Dreams become noise
magic closes its doors

Rainbows lose form
Psychic tendencies withdraw
Death passes me by
I no Longer can fly

wormholes hide their law
time travel closes it's door
Perseus changes his mind
Leaving medusa behind


The powerful Po poisoned
Electric Darkness disinfected
Curious Chaos curated

magnolia horizon
Joanna Eliades Aug 2018
Looking up to one another
Protecting each other
Standing strong together
Always and forever

Our words often deep
inside we both felt weak
Finding comfort in each other
My best friend and my brother

He recently spoke of a light
After singing loudly and bright
In gods holy place
Where a group of pensioners gave him faith

God bless my darling Sam
A most wonderful man
I’ll fight through this pain
Till I see you again

Xxxx
A poem to remember my pal.. my partner in crime and my soul mate ...
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