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John Reilly Jun 2020
Though we may only meet
in a dream
it is for now
enough it seems
but some day
i  would really like
to touch your skin
in the real life
until that day
does come to be
you’ll be the only
one
for
me
John Reilly Jun 2020
Time bomb
That I am on
It’s all me
I’m a mess
Cannot cope
With all the stress
The drugs
The disease
Or childhood
It’s just me
I am no good
It’s my fault
I am to blame
Playing stupid children’s games
Wishing I could just might
Touch a soul and save a life
So that I may save my own
Duplicity I’ve got two phones
Broken man
Broken home
Broken wife
Cannot do this life stuff right
But I can write a lovely poem
Never leave it well enough alone
John Reilly Jun 2020
Traffic is coursing
Thru the central artery
A view that’s sliced off
It’s all that I see
But I know the flow
How it pours
Into town
Filling these buildings
I see all around
Window upon l
Windows
On view here
For me
I see
Pain
I see suffering
humanity
I don’t want to go
I don’t want to stay
I don’t want to hide
Day after day
Shuffling around
Scared to make a sound
Take mirame 3x a day
Watch the boy moved
In some freakish way
Twitching about
Like some clockwork man
And the question
Asked daily is
Do you have a plan
John Reilly Jun 2020
warm winds
come and tickle at
my frozen skin
a taste of what
might be
a vision
of salvation
if  they could
only
see
would they not
storm and howl
and lift me
out
help me fly
though all this
doubt
John Reilly Jun 2020
I am what was given
and what was taken away
what was joyously received
and unceremoniously  discarded
I am trash
that was once
treasure
I am what needs
forgetting
the regretting
a story
redacted
its final act
retracted
by a kind
stranger
who
saved
me
from
the
brink
John Reilly Jun 2020
writers block
sooner or later
it happens
to all of us
a story ends
without
an ending
words fall
having no where
to go
they will do
no harm
nor will they
do any good
let’s speak of it no more
ghost in machine
John Reilly May 2019
at 4 A.M.
you do these things
they become habit
eating in the middle of the night
waking up as routine
contemplating your plight
contemplation
of you
what you do
in the middle of the night
is that really you
or a symptom
or side effect
did you choose the road here
or is it a neurological pathway
a chemical imbalance
a plaque to your horror
at 4A.M.
contemplating
taking things apart
or are they
taking
apart
you
wrote this ages ago it seems but never posted.  I'm actually sleeping past 4AM now which helps my sanity a ton!  Thanks trazadone.
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