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 Feb 2017 hellopoet
Moonsocket
Madness proves timeless

A fun house complex for the blitzkrieg

ticking my clockwork with an organic benevolence

It echoes nonsense

a pinball malfunction

Deafening in spaces fully saturated with silence

Don't bother with the pleasantries

My disappointment is not rooted in your confusion

More so inside this pine box called home

inside these ghosts so composed

Hardwood floors and wanting walls

Made bare by minds unable to sow a silver lining

The fruit strip wallpaper lacks a ***** Wonka ingenuity

I gag and smile for the Wilder man now sky strapped

Don't look for a cohesive culture

I retired them with the rest of my favorite functions

they always proved elusive and I always moved nothing

In need of a constant state of awe

No virtual vulture can swoon and pick the best wonder

Common ground under dead satellite sky

A trusted system as we ascend

Cosmic cluttered hibernation for your despondency

A distant sigh suggest no clear conclusion

An earthly scene repeats

slow blue with the newest gizmo

Conflict always comes

What's your remedy?

Where's your memory?

claim another sunset like we still move between black and white wonders

grab another sequence because the last one needs conviction

I needed this room for composure

I needed a stranger way for clarity

Somehow I ended up here with you and these contorted spaces

This lack of grace you convey is the reason I left earth in the first place
a notion came to his fanciful mind
as he sat thinking of greater greatness
all thought focusing on power's vast rind
he tried to conquer without meekness
the arm twisting method so enlisted
by he who sort an emperor's repute
though his strategy's weren't humbly misted
people on the fringe saw him being destitute
he was living in delusion's kingdom
everyone captivated only with him
yet his head-space poorly needed wisdom
folks awakened to the grandiose trim
an idea of much glory he didn't attain
for there was an arrogance in his brain
oh dear oh dear
i feel so free
this is a new feeling
im escaping reality
to live in my fantasies
im a care free deer
and no one can stop me
for once im happy and its lasted a while
ive been looking towards the future and im telling myself itll be good
i hope so
a tempest now brews
thunder rolls o'er the township
rumbling its echo
flashes of lightning
are piercing through the window
like a neon sign
rain's pitter patter
plops on my weathered roof
with dampening drops
stunning coral reefs
beneath the tidal oceans
a paradise place
colors blending beautifully
the world of marine finery
 Feb 2017 hellopoet
Aaron LaLux
Had dinner with my parents tonight,
this week was the first time I’ve ever seen them together in my life,

honestly,
and even though I left home at 14,
all of the blame,
can’t really be put on me,

because my parents had broken up,
since long before I was woken up,
separated for so long,
I often wondered if they were even ever together,

I brought them together for my birthday,
2016,
my father flew in from The States,
we all met in Thailand where my mom lives,

dinner was difficult,
my mom is losing here mind,
while she’s sitting there spilling her soul,
my dad just sits there and asks meaningless questions,

my mother sitting there saying how she has no money,
how she has no family other than us,
how she has no food on her feet,
and no real place to call home,

like I’m supposed to feel guilty for that,
like I don’t send her money all the time,
like I wasn’t in Thailand to visit her,
like I’m a man now so she has chosen to blame me,

like she’s chosen to blame every other man that’s ever been in her life,

how many husbands has she had,
six?

Seriously,
ridiculous,

what do you say to your mom,
when you think she’s a ****,
and I know that might sound like a terrible thing to say,
but it’s the truth and I refuse to censor myself,

my,
self,
doesn’t even feel like me anymore,
not even sure if I’m a human let alone a man,

man,
the Atomic Family is more like an Atomic Bomb,

what a mess we’ve made,
and all in the name of what,
no idea,
honestly,

well,
it’s all probably a simulation always,
at least that’s what Elon Musk says,
“There’s a 1 in billions chance that we are not living in a Simulated Reality.”

Makes me want to tell my parents,
that they are just part of my computer program,
but they’d probably call me crazy,
and then just disappear…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
Another true story from the front lines of my life...
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