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Wyatt May 14
This is just one step
inside my desolate head,
it's like a never-ending maze,
a mansion with infinite rooms.
There are marks on the walls,
whispers that pierce like screams
saying "you're never good enough,
you'll never live up to your dreams".
It's a carousel that's still spinning
over and over and over and over
and over and over and over and over.

Motion sickness
has me feeling uneasy,
a party of everything I hate,
I'm constantly feeling queasy.
All the pretty things
I dream of always go away
when my eyes open back up.
The stories on this mansion
are higher than the clouds,
still I'm spinning and spinning
over and over and over and over.
I can't see the ground,
stuck in these walls spinning
over and over and over and over.
Deep Mar 31
31-04-2010      23:00

The mind is blank today. Thoughts are disconnected,
Disconnected thoughts were the trouble Poets faced
after WWI and WWII.
Oh, do not believe me, just read
T S Eliot's,
"The Love Song Of J Alfred Prufrock".

It is said that the moment you are laughing there is
the person crying at the same time.  
Not only Nature's resources but everything that inhibits this
world is in limited quantity. Be it Nature's or created by us.

Everth tiny to a giant thing taking space on this earth possess
a special value.
And copying that we created our system and governance.
Before this crisis, we had taken some professions very lightly
We have taken them granted.
But now when the tonnes of Arsenal, Ballistic Missiles,
and millions of soldiers are overtaken by another profession--
The profession which earlier was taken seriously when
the particular catastrophe fell on a single-family.
But when that catastrophe increase in magnitude then
we realize what have we done.
Yes, It is true, we see what the people
in power want us to see.

Half of the countries budget is allocated to defense. Though it is
one of the pillars that maintain stability in society,
Countries cannot compromise other sectors.
And I think this will open their eyes, at least for a moment,
And they will work on it.

Stories are coming out, doctors falling on the line of duty.
They isolate returning home,
And the shortage of protective gears is not slackening
them from performing their duty.
So, why are they doing this? Is it Hippocratic Oath?
Or something else?
If a person is dying and the art or any artistry you know that
can save his life,
Will you do it? Alright, now, if you know that there is a chance of getting the same thing yourself, will you do it?

Am I fully aware of grim reality or
I write what I see and read?
If it is true then where are my original thoughts?

It is again a chance to realize that nothing is trivial in this world.
We have the use of ant as well as elephant, equally, without any
classification or superiority.

Every profession is required to maintain a fine balance in the world.

Somewhere I have read or heard I couldn't remember correctly,
But it said that poetry is dying.
It was hard to believe, but it was a fact.
I being a literary student did not remember any contemporary
English poet in my country.
How sad it seems.

But there is another way to look this dying of poetry,
Maybe our lives have so eased, engulfed with appurtenances,
Our lives have grown too fast that we give up on things
that take more than five seconds.
In other words, our generation is impatient.
The availability of things in one touch has reduced their mind
And I proclaim, tomorrow there will be Devices and gadgets
that will do the brains work and we like animals
sleep and eat.

Or we can say that our generation is not suffering enough
to take recluse to poetry.
Poetry comes from suffering
And the best poetry had come from the worst of times.

Time flew fast! Whew!
One hour passed like ten minutes.
Indeed, writing is therapeutic!

Good Night!
Ray Dunn Mar 13
and just like that
the buildings fall,
hundreds of hours put into
their walls...

so illegal was it
to meet in this place
the one we spend hundreds of hours
and effort can't find a trace
corona virus has ruined my life not even an exaggeration. the best year of my life at college is over. goodbye suny esf just for a little while... i hope
Tori Schall Oct 2019
Desolate
synonymous to:
Barren
Wasteland
Empty

Forgotten
Synonymous to:
My life
My existence
My happiness

Joyful:
The Antonym to:
My brain
my love
my head

Loved,
Something that I do not feel
Something that I don't remember the warmth of
Something I will never have
Halted and tainted.

Discoloration,

Derived from isolation.

Shameful resent, and painful lament, birth exploration of the intimate.


So...

Desperate to drown out the desolate.

Ethereal vitality, lonely and vestal.

Accept all without stall.


Vulnerable and platonic.

In need of deep loving clasp.

An invite to settle my weariness upon thy shoulder.

Someone to open my neck toward without smolder.


The moon reflects upon me.

Truth is intimacy.

If overpassed, you’re in infancy.

Simple and faded, adorable, but deplorable.

Let’s inundate our emptiness together.
delilah Jul 2019
The sky is cloudy
It’s too dark and dim
No glimpse of sunlight
Clouds are too shady

Can’t see any highlight
Just a plain view
With flat emotions
Kept in one’s heart

Sooner or later
Raindrops started to fall
All of a sudden she knows
She feels desolate

When raindrops fell
Down from the sky
An angel cried
She felt the sky’s gloominess
Tori Apr 2019
He tugged at a snag
On our tattered old sweater
And left but a pile of thread.
Candi Mar 2019
Loneliness is a jar of candy
Except there's no candy inside
And nothing there to take its place
The emptiest feeling of all time
When placed around a crowd of people
No one sees you because you're clear
And when you try to speak
They act as if they can't hear
So you stay in one place
But still no one can see
The expression on your face
Which is there because you're empty
The stillness of your body
The coldness of the glass
You wish this desolate moment
Would hurry up and pass
The vacant darkness
That lurks by your side
No way to run from it
No where to hide
02-11-04
Amanda Feb 2019
I see only perfection
Take a look around
Still you will see
You are the one beacon of light
In this desolate place

I am..
Nowhere near perfect

I am..
Not amazing

I am..
Nothing like her
I don't miss these days.. I never was the competitive type.
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