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Beegum Ameera Feb 2020
Sleep away into the reality of illusions..
The night and day reversed.
Into the infinite time you'll travel.
Floating in the air with your head twisted back.

In your eyes u see the darkness revealing itself .
Relieving u from the harness of light .
U close your eyes trying to escape the reality.
But with the dust and wind, u are surrounded.
Taking u to the next dimension.

U might have an iron hand, but your brain is much stronger.
With the force of your imagination, u immigrate.
The foreign land and the foreign sky may sweep you away.
The tempting lights in front of ur eyes, a false hope .

Tricked by the illusion, like the curse of a witch.
You are doomed to live inside of your head!
Like a white stripe entering into the prism .
U burst out laughing letting out the rainbow colors of the sky.
When u spit out, the ****** red color appears .

Everything turns to black,
carrying the darkness along ..
U swim in the stormy clouds.

There's no left or right
No wrong or right.
Everything is an illusion.
A dark black morbid illusion...
Like a white stripe entering into the prism .
U burst out laughing, letting out the rainbow colors of the sky.
lua Feb 2020
i fear no one today
i am my own escape
in this world of pain
i fear no one today

i'll scream and i will run
the fun has just begun
i'll fall, and my knees scrape
for i fear no one today

i'll live life like a dream
one no one's ever seen
i'll cry til my lungs ache
i'll fear no one today

i'll love with all my heart
for love is but an art
i'll give this heart away
'cause i fear no one today

i've cut off all your strings
what does tomorrow bring?
i am my own escape
i fear no one today.
a song by me
Pepper Dove Feb 2020
Outside my window, dull light peers through
bringing with it a solemn feeling, cold and still
an ache deep within, to escape to faraway places
filled with the warmth of the sun, warming me to my bones
awakening my soul, like an old candle finally lit
a burning, a yearning to brighten this room
casting whimsical shadows on the walls, stories to tell all
of worries turned into hopes, learn to cope anyways
move on with the day, skip along to the song playing
playfully in my heart, dancing like a child
alone in her room, singing into her brush
hair in a tangled mess, I must confess
the music caressed, moving me to a rhythm only my soul knows
blind to the outside world, on the other side
of my window.
When the winter blues kicks in at full, all you have to do to cope
is let the inner child out
Philomena Feb 2020
Come get me, lets go, just put it all behind us.
I want to watch the road disappear beneath us as the miles add up
And I want to see you out there on the cold stone.
Green lights, yellow lights, red lights
We will dance beneath them all.
Go until the darkness takes us
Drags us
Claims us
Winter Frost Feb 2020
Laughter that once echoed died down
Smiles that radiates have started to frown
My once joy of life have vanished
And the grills of the windows are clearer than the glass
The doors seems to welcome me outside
But the chains I can’t see is keeping me inside.
I was drowning in tears, and that little lass,
Barely breathes; enclosed on walls
Haunted memories echo on the walls
But as the echo dies, so does the memory
Until there was nothing left to justify the word “Happy”
For life was too lonely
And life was too toxic
For the place we once called home
Nigdaw Feb 2020
they are selling sunshine
on these ***** streets
offering escape
at bus stops
beyond the ride home
with hoarding speak
dreams, new worlds
new life, new you
away from this ****** existence
we all perceive
step into
the advertiser's dream
Cassidy Caliburn Feb 2020
Like a serpent
  it tears through me;
Conducting
  my body in turns
  and twists, as it pleases,
  as the warmth pools in pits
  in my stomach, my gut
  tells me to *****.
I feel detached.
Forever lost in a void,
  the empty space of a thought
  that I truly am alone. "Help!"
  I yell, over and over and over
  like a damsel in distress.

I am too tall, too dull.
my body is too far
  for me to reach and grip
  and curl up and pity
  who I used to be
  and who will I become,
  after the blue light of my phone
  dies down and falls
  down through the sewer hole
  in London Soho.
And all the while I stand,
  unforgiving of the past,
  erasing my name on documents
  but still looking back at Them.

I'm always gonna look back.
I'm never gonna escape Hell.
  and while Hell is Paradise
  and Paradise is Purgatory,
  and the choice is mine,
  but I will never be able to decide;
Is it better to die
  or to die and keep dying,
  until I am reborn and never
  seen again by the Neighbours
  next door
  who last saw me drinking coffee
  and reading a poem.
this sort of just happened
Thomas W Case Feb 2020
He wants to shake the moss off his
back and leave the tadpoles behind.
They remind him of his misspent youth, and
wasted spring.  The blackbird sings of
blue skies, far off lands,
and the bullfrog dreams of flying.
Oh, to not be stuck.
Check out my you tube channel where I read from my recent book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, available on Amazon.com
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8HU6aTsrYhE
Colm Jan 2020
The hardest part of a mirror in mind
Is not the seeing
It's the not running
The most tempting thing for me is to want to escape from within. Because I'm with myself all the ****** time... yup. That's me.
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