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Steve Page Dec 2019
At your denial you were at your creative all-time-best as you added vivid detail that distracted and buried the facts beneath a story that captured our imagination rather than releasing the truth of the situation and risking the shame of a truer declaration lying a few lines beneath your masterly woven but ultimately deceptive late night conversation.
And you left us none the wiser.
"denial is so imaginative"
Caroline Bird
Conjunctory synapsations dominate this space of mine.
Illogictorious messengers flutter across the grey matter.

Ellaborations swim down my being.
Painfulnesses take wing through the nervousness I call anxiety.

It is reading words that can be said, but that you cannot understand.
This is me,
My time,
My ramblings in thought,
I am,
Stranded in my mind.
Johnny walker Aug 2019
As time passes on and memory with age start
to fade, and you
question
Was that home I lived and the girl that I loved was she for
real
Or was It all just part of an elaborate dream perhaps created In my head through
loneliness
That saddest thing about loss of memories through growing old you
question
was that I remember was that for real or just part
of some elaborate
dream
The saddnss thing of growing old Is the fading memories you start to question the love you lost the life you lived was
that for reel, or part of an elaborate dream
Johnny walker Apr 2019
As time passes on and memory with age start
to fade, and you
question
Was home that I live and the girl that I loved was she for
real
Or was It all just part of an elaborate dream perhaps created In my head through
loneliness
That saddest thing about loss of memories through growing old you
question
was that I remember was that for real or just part
of some elaborate
dream
The saddnss thing of growing old Is the fading memories you start to question the love you lost the life you lived was
that for reel, or part of an elaborate dream
Lauren Leal Jun 2015
I feel like my words are failing me
My thoughts are simply not there
What I write is not what I want it to be
My mind has become blank and bare

I'm lost in this nothingness
Feeling empty with nothing to confess
My fire becomes less and less
These words and rhymes are more a mess

No matter how hard I try
to put down my pen
I always look back
and lift it again

I must gather myself and collaborate
Look at my words and rhymes and elaborate
Make them more in depth and intricate
Expand my heart and make it infinite

I must become the words I scribe
Using them on my demons as a bribe
To break a piece off my existence
To incorporate it into my poems with persistence

I must truly write how I actually feel
nothing obscured, it must appeal
To the minds and hearts of the readers who care
hoping to cause a spark, arc and a flare

I will open my mind and dig in the dark
And through
All the Words and Rhymes
On new journey I will embark
Digging to places I rarely go within myself.

— The End —