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Oct 2016
I came out here hoping for a clue

I found satisfaction
I'm feeling quite nice

I fell away from the rest
lost in a man made haunting
I still felt the joy of transparency

That last moment of ecstasy is where true inspiration lies

However it's fleeting through such  chaotic vision

Sometimes the wires hanging for communication unravel from neglect

Out here in these forgotten spaces breathing comes easy

One can forget his nature and succumb to a more primitive state

In this form simplicity reigns
walk with ease
Sun tinted and dusted
Nature's natural weave woven

But free will is such a beautiful mishap

So to sacrifice that gift for the sake of slow motion seems cowardly

An ignition falters in light of these new procedures

I come back down to earth once in awhile

Sitting here now I feel the humor that caused my last collapse

Watch the complex complicate for the sake of boredom

The strings attached breathe simplicity

So strange these creations
We make them hurriedly
Excusing lives lost for comfort

I came here hoping to unwind

but this carbonation hinders my side step

I hear the hum of the suburban atrocities

I care not for your new satin curtains or white picket fences

Why does your happiness have to be mine?

I have no interest in your self pasta steamer

I feel only joy and confusion that your yoga cancellation is the biggest bad of your day

So I look out of my corners wishing for an escape

In the distance that sanctuary already long forgotten

I see the pines and lack of hate communicated

I ease out of the flesh boxes and word salads

Make my way back to that high point where I roam with that universal flaw

That too much of oneself leads to unhinged behaviour and flight in the most hysterical
Moonsocket
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Moonsocket  26/M/Illinois
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