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Memo Oct 2015
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flashing images blind my soul
irregular noise interrupt my silence
headlines- punching lines- violence
hit, lost, awake in this lifeless stare

I look up to escape this mere reality.
oh! there's Clarity

her warm lips stretch a hug
while the wind dances to the birds chant
the rainfall has a yellowish red accent
hypnotized my existence
yet I remain lucid, alive, and disconnected..

- Memo
Lights off,
doors locked,
windows shut,
blocked off.
No sound,
no sight,
no love,
no light.
Sparks fly,
don't ignite,
separation,
blank life.
Years gone,
love lost,
never hurt,
at what cost?
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Your garden was lush
   with poetic wildflowers
yet, darkness swayed its spirit
    'neath teeming salt tear hazes,
  tried to enrich the soil but
    ground cover was defensive,
hardened by winters' of
   contrary disconnectedness
For a good friend's special day...
SMILEY May 2015
You shot my heart out
I told you it'll be alright
It wasn't your fault
You didn't have to fight
Look at you now
You're addicted

I'm lost without your guidance
I need you to be the old you
I haven't talked to you since
The day you became homeless

I wish I could help
But I'm too hurt
And too afraid
To talk to your sunken in face
Your eyes all tired
You don't care
You're lost
A disgrace

I wish that I could hate you
Forget of your mistakes
Of your existence
But you're my sister
And I truly love you

We grew up together
We became best friends
But that's where our sisterhood got ****** over
You taught me the ways
The ways of living with no belief of an end
No belief of consequences
It's unfair
You're lost
While I'm close to my destination
Pain is inevitable, but suffering is optional
CJ Hattingh Apr 2015
Lately I've been feeling disconnected from life
I feel caged within myself
My senses are dulled
and my mind is numb.

Am I asleep?
I feel the need to wake up
but I'm afraid that if I do, the nightmare will start again.
heather leather Apr 2015
i like the feel of your hand in my and chipped
nail polish because you always make fun of me for
it and the way you smile at me then, like
you're trying so hard not to laugh
fills me with a kind of eternal happiness that
i crave and maybe that's why i like writing
your name on my hand because it reminds
me of sumshowers and accidental kisses-
it reminds me of hide and seek in the rain and bear hugs
and the ever changing color of your braces,
it reminds me of central park and late night
conversations and coffee and indigo and music and
snowball fights and wildflowers and--
you
writing your name on my hand makes me happy
because it reminds me of all the memories
i have with you and it wills me to make even more
until then though, i'll just keep writing your name on my hand
(h.l.)
"i like the summer rain, i like the sounds you make, we put the world away we get so disconnected," - Disconnected, 5 Seconds of Summer
hushhush Mar 2015
It feels like my mind is naked;
I get this sensation of a breeze changing on skin.
My head is in the place where the trees grow
and my body is somewhere.
My body is a secret
like a coat in a bedroom closet,
I've called to it,
But it's cold and hanging,
Still I've searched for it;
Like a coat
it's waiting to be worn.
hushhush Feb 2015
Explanations;
In every day that I speak
and every day that I hear myself thinking
I just keep on
finding that words are impossible.
Yet they hold so much possibility inside
and that's something I see now even more.
What I take from this is at least I can try.

So now I'll try,
So if you just could listen,
(Not that it's ever been a task to make you listen to the things I say)
When I tell you this one thing:
Never do I leave it long
because I long to leave.

This is something you really have to know.
(I'm not entirely sure that this makes much sense at all)

But, little stranger, I think you know it now,
In some kind of way,
And mostly I think that because
somehow everything is strange now.
'Little stranger';
Less little than me, but somehow equally as strange.
Everything is strange now
but it all makes more sense that way.
(A part I separated from an old draft, not great but owellllll)
Sammie Feb 2015
Disconnected
Fading
I'm watching from a world away
Trapped inside the prison that is myself
Justin S Wampler Jan 2015
I wake and stand and walk and work
I live and see and hear and feel
I talk and interact with other people
All while thinking of bed in my head
And the great longing relief of sleep.
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