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Rai Jan 2018
Like a child
I will build a den
With blankets thrown over tattered sofas
Corners stretched and pulled
Tucked in edges
Tables wanting to be castles
Carpets
Moats and dungeons
Beware
Entrance only open
To those who know the secret password
Friends etched in China cups
Bears replace the need for human touch
Dolls speaking in the oldest of tongues
Your brother tied to the nearest tree
Indians are coming it's time to flee
The blankets have fallen
The toys are all free
Rai Dec 2016
Beyond the broken mirror frame
Alice sits and waits
Once this was her portal
From all her worldly restraints
Now she sits here contemplating
How to get back home
She has has no ruby slippers
Feeling isolated and alone
How to put this life most different
Back together again
Can you glue fragmented glass
Will it glisten
Will it last
Until Alice can step back through
Back to the love and life
She always knew
It time
It's time
I'm going to be late
Follow the white rabbit
He knows another way
She ended are chapter and i started the page pouring the soul in the cracks of a illusion .

Covering over are truths to erase are lies does the sunset hide all its beauthy?
Do rains flood lands to bury the wrongs once shown clearly as scars bleached by sun now decayed within darkness.


You can never own a moment claims of the vain are but attempts to hide the harsh reality.

I never let her see through my eyes as i will not allow you to know the man beyond the page.

Whatever you imagine is far more than what i will ever be .
Leave me hollow to fill in the expectations .

I wrote her out
she walked away

The story is a creation .
Life inspired me in some other way.

Nothing hides your pains better than a simple mystery.
She read my words when at that moment she abandoned remorse.

Art is best veiwed from a distance.

Edges best remain sharp .
And the reader a excepted intrusion.
Nobody wins today
Rai Dec 2016
The cracks in your story are illuminated within reason
And your truths are so transparent
Even I can see beyond the void
And past the screen you hold up to hide behind
Sunsets have no need to hide beauty
Nature basks in truth
It is only mere man that wanders aimlessly
Wanting a place where his truth is hidden
Come I beg
Drown me in your desire for a life less meaningless
Oh how I desire it more my friend
And how the sunsets beauty no longer sets me free from my suffering
Souls scream
Hearts are fragmented, crumbled and left to scatter on the breeze
Your scars are unique
And I my friend will trace with my finger tip along each one
Like a dot to dot
And you will show me your truths
You have tried to stay hidden
But I'm sorry you have failed
There are a few
We are special
We are unique
Maybe we are your scars made into reality
Maybe we are your madness running wild
Write a story of unburdened love
Create an art piece
Before it crumbles
What was it that you desired?
Who were you portraying before you lost self to the breeze?
You may like to believe my friend that transparency does not exist
That your not made of glass
That you will not break
But break we must at the end of every day
So that tomorrow in sunrise the sharp edges may morph and surrender
Once more hiding within
The man excapes into the sunrise too fearful
And yet does not realise
The truth before his own eyes
Inspired by a friends write
Rai Dec 2016
She thinks she knows that I'm falling
She tries to distroy all that I hold sacred
But come let me remove my shoes and pass them over
They fit her so well
Walk awhile
Get the feeling
The feeling that is my life
But she won't be feeling what I would be feeling would she
It's no good thinking if I was in her shoes I'd be

Going mad right now

If I was in her shoes
I couldn't hang on to my sanity


Because that would just be her
With her mental issues
Pretending that she knows what's going on
In my head


So
Please don't be worried about me
Please don't go see the boss


Oh **** you already have
How kind


She couldnt even work out how to put my shoes on

I have been through life times of heart ache
I have been dragged and drugged
And punished and loved


Yes loved

That hurts the most sometimes

*Give me back my shoes now
And go look at your own reflection in the mirror
Instead of projecting onto me
Rai Nov 2016
I see you

Please don't stand too close
The devil has broken free from the shackles of his cage and is threatening
To take from me anyone that comes near


Stepping back quietly with grace would be your best option
But even then I can't promise your get out of this in one whole piece


Fragmented pieces falling
You crumble at my feet

If only you'd listened

The devil within
The Angel within
He fell
In darkness as in the light
As in day
As in night


Shh place your finger to your lips
Silence breads contempt you say
But I say it just serves to keep you safe


In shadows we find ourselves
As sunrise appears
We thank god we have survived
Rai Nov 2016
The ever optimistic fool sits with sapphire teals rolling frantically from eyes which see too much
The heart that has been torn, tread upon and dragged in the dust can not bare the burden
So it rips apart,spilling it's ragged contents Into the gutter
There is nowhere left to run and your not really sure there's a need to leave
But a return back from this pessimism would be a delightful notion
As thoughts twist and turn
Like a never ending last spin on your noisy washer
Faster, more fragmented, frantic and free
The land has been freshly ploughed
The arguments are over
You have used your voice so as not to be seen as invisible
You may have spilled it all and god knows where we go from here
But it's certain that we will take not a step backwards in our endevour to be heard
Scratch an itch and it will get bigger
Keep picking at my scars and I will not be able to give you my free thinking happy mask that I manage to wear so well
So well indeed that I truly forgot this part of me ever existed
To stand upon the highest hill in the middle of a storm that could match my own
To meet my match in natures force
This alone will help me sleep
The dreams are so haunting
And I'm drowning in the neglectful thoughtlessness of  clowns
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