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Nick Stiltner Feb 2020
winter’s chilled stillness,
atoms in ice bundling tightly together
senesced trees, rotted flowers
songless birds, misted sunlight
crushed leaf step, a coat tightened

memories or dreams
What is the difference to me
light or illusion
it all seems the same to me
lie in the shade,
count gray clouds and decayed petals

page turn page turn
the pictures keep flipping
damp moisture dripping insistently
consistency, mortality
totality and ending
happen time and again
true end, broken wheel
impossible,
flickering sparks jump from the ash pile

yellow daisy river sways in the breeze
blonde beauty white dress she runs her fingers over the petals
cicada song, buzz on lilac tongue

Blue skies sun peaked over head
No clouds a kiss of wind
Direction, arrows on a compass
Point to where and why
Startled doves rise divides the mind eye
Motion and stillness
Control and fluidity
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.
Jason Adriel Feb 2020
perhaps
i should have
seen the obvious:
the margins between
hope, fear, illusion
and the bitter truth
and how i
shouldn't have
mixed them all
into a blur
to satiate
my innermost
desire.

You.
Realization is always tough...
Chandy Feb 2020
When I open up my eyes
Look forward to you
Need no caffeine
For you revive me
Today you seemed happy
S t r i k e !
In came the doubt
Is this the path you want?
W a i t !
Why are you asking that?
You’ve gone this far
Close to the end
On the precipice of success
Don’t go back
To what ruined you
Inside you want to go
But I wont let you
Swear that it’s no good
The hurdles have been cleared
Yet when you jump over one
You create three more
Wish I could be your hero
Zero possibility
But how about
I knock the hurdles down
This wasn’t here before
Stop building up defense
For a threat in your imagination
Listen to me faintly
Cry for mom
Yell for dad
Whatever gets you out of this
Trip toward tragedy
You question the world
Daily
Why can’t you accept yourself?
Oh how I wish I knew
To save you from yourself
It’s not your fault
Life is just this way…
For now
Strike down the illusions.
Brain Jan 2020
you actually convinced me i was what you said i was.
you liar.
M Vogel Jan 2020

It is through the pathological:
The presented image of the journey
as being that of the road, less traveled--
a foundation of sand,  presented
as being that of bedrock..
It is the ancient shortcut's  need
to prop up it's own deception
that is of that which harbors  the greatest judgement
        of all that is upright
and it is upon these agenda-ed, subjective pallettes
that the pastels are mixed and arranged,

as the landscape of the world's reality
becomes,  painted.


the inconvenient musings of a madman, or something--
just thinking out loud here.. sorry.
I'll shut up now..
~Love, Paul xox
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