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sushii Nov 2019
welcome to ana heaven
where people are collar bones
and thigh gaps are God

we are fragile, like petals
the only simile that saves me
from the harsh reality

i don’t look at you, i look through you
x-ray vision desecrates you
i don’t see you as human
i see bones

you are not thin yet, child
come with me, and it’ll be worth your while
or you collapse into the clouds
and god forbid, you fall back to Earth

stay in play land
where we live off tea and acid reflux

where we spit up food
and giggle like babies
at the sight of our malnourished bodies


give me ana heaven, sick skin
give me laxatives, stick thin

or i have nothing at all.
Ashok Meena Nov 2019
How many images of little ashes have surrounded the sky?
Unclear buzzing, as if I am trapped in some illusion.
Abandoned pregnancy, suddenly left home and took up isolation. Terrific massacre of clean momentary weirdness in the mind.
Illusion, dream, nostalgia, childhood, unstable, thought, away from home, isolation
neth jones Nov 2019
can't grow back the years

facing a crumbling wall

future, to the fear !
Anti Haiku
Ant Nov 2019
I am in a Illusion
Floating in and out
I drift into my heart and see who I really love
Brothers, mom, Sister can’t lie that special ex that brought me out of darkness came to mind.
Man I love that girl to death.
But then swiftly the pain of the world creeped upon me.
Showing me all that I have lost.
Do I wanna live when the pain out weights the love that I have in my heart.
I let go hoping this is the end of the road.
I always believed in my heart I wanted to die like a soldier.  
Pain in my body turn to pleasure.
My soul drifts away... I think I see the flames of hell.
Oh **** I guess it may exist...  hmph!!
I did what I did, so Imma face it like a man.
I’m incorporeal
I keep moving seeing the flow that’s traveling me back in time.
My childhood quick glimpse... I took a dip.
Dinosaur
Tyrannosaurus
Styracosaurus
Megalodon
I can see thee
Traveling this flow on the rhythm of time.
I travel to a time where nothing existed.
Only the earth
Am I in a grave
My heart cold I am alone
Are we microbes
Traveling this flow on the rhythm of time.
I’m in space its a natural mystic vibe
The stars Flow by me next the sun
I’m a drift “ oh **** its a black pit ”
I enter the pit
I’m being crushed
Gravity is crushing me
It’s
It’s all around me.
I can’t escape... I let go
As it crush me from my feet to my dome.
This is the end I’m 23
It was fun while it lasted
I’m dead I’m gone
The young man who lost his love.
Gave up in the mind, and his heart cried.
I started to long this ending.
I’m numb to pain i wanna love
I can see the light again.
I am an illusion floating in and out
Traveling this flow on the rhythm of time
I wake up nevermind I’m alive
The lone wolf has risen
Jeremie Oct 2019
the beauty of the human experience,
to experience the illusion of the "other" only in the end to remember that all that you felt from "them" was actually coming from you the whole time.
Anyone you've ever touched in true love is still with you right now. If you and Love is all that there truly is, where could they possibly go?
Poetria Oct 2019
the cloud escapes me
when i am far, it floats further away
when i am close, it is lost forever
what we see, then, is it true?

i try to find you
but you are far, and further
now you are closer, disappearing
soon, you are gone; you were never here
inspired by tyler lockwoods '5pm, last week of october')
jerely Oct 2019
There's one thing on your mind
Being overthinking is good in your health.
You can be creative in such way
You can multitask things you want
To achieve.
You can look at things differently
And try to accompany it in your life.
And apply it in your daily basis
Thoughts

@jerelii
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Oct.28,19
Thom Jamieson Oct 2019
Break me,
disassemble me if you must
but build me better next time.
I can’t bare another ill-fitting ego.  
Dancing in these ridiculous shoes
outgrown a decade ago
the idiot grin finally yields
to burning blisters.
Even the dance, spun from necessity
is outdated and awkward
In fact, every dance I see
every silly play, every make-work crisis
clumsy, clueless  conductors
orchestrate tone-deaf symphonies
while we dance our days away.
Mind people soul hate asleep awake empath
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