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 Jan 2016 Neha shimoga
Graff1980
I can never go home
Cause home is not real

Never was, a place where I felt safe
Just a building with exits
Just people who no longer exist
No safety or happiness

So why do I laugh at this
Cause it is better than
Crying out loud

I am not proud
I just never knew
The same truths as you

Home was a beautiful lie

So I say goodbye
Before I say hello
I say good night
And close out the show

Never was a home
So I stand out here
Alone in the cold
 Jan 2016 Neha shimoga
chimaera
ever
 Jan 2016 Neha shimoga
chimaera
none of it
is meant
the way
it feels,
it makes
me feel.

the real thing?
but a cold dish.

i hate emptiness.

time to move.
void is always
vacant.
15.1.2016
 Jan 2016 Neha shimoga
Graff1980
Life is chaos
Not a controlled lawn
Neatly trimmed
Green skin
But wild vegetation
Free flowing weeds
Not some zoo
Or domesticated
House pet
But hungry creatures
With predator eyes
Living to get by
Lest we forget ourselves
We are the weeds
And the wild animals
Wearing false pretenses
And pretentious suits
But the hunger still waits
The dark beast still beats
Beneath
Our human demeanor
Chaos
 Jan 2016 Neha shimoga
Ayush B
Hey love,

How have you been? It's been a long time you see,
This is my last letter so bear with me,
I hope you don't rage and get angry,
You know last few years have been in vain,
Full of hopeless dreams and pain,
I believe there is still time to change.

There is ecstasy to the point of melancholy,
That your plight was replaced with melody,
I recently came across this technology,
To erase you from my memory.

By destroying a few neurons,
They can erase anything I want,
But there's a risk if things go wrong,
Complete amnesia could be lifelong.

I'm going to forget everything you betrayed,
From assuring hugs to times we were afraid,
From words of love to curses of hate,
The way the light played with your face.

I had to hide all the photographs,
The ones we often saw and laughed,
Deep in my basement with broken glass,
From you, I though have one last request,
Would you come and smile and greet,
If you see me across the street?

And I know somehow I will know you,
As a reality I once loved endlessly,
I can't believe I have to, I have to, I have to,
Erase you from my memory.
 Jan 2016 Neha shimoga
Matt
Just an observer here
An observer of the times

I often feel
As though
I have never really
Lived at all

To love is to live
And I love a few people

Friendship is important to me
I would like to walk
With a woman
To share our lives
To have dinner together

If it doesn't happen
It doesn't happen
I guess?

I guess it would make
Life feel more real

Then I wouldn't be
Just a thinking brain
Floating in space

But I'd be a body too
A body that a woman
Wants to hug
And hold at night

Should I just laugh
Laugh at life
The big joke?

It seems as though
That is what it is
After all

And so I laugh
Shouldn't take it
So seriously
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