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Marla 2d
Beware of forgotten pasts
that hide behind shallow masks.
Their masquerade is a treacherous game
meant to strip you of any and all chance.
A friend, a foe, a vision of lies;
give them your fortune
and see where they lie.
Et tu, Brute?
Di Verce Oct 11
Druga is illusion
A symbol or a membrane
A discus to be thrown
To observe the arc in sunshine.

She is not the ball
To be shotput through
She is not the goal
But a passage by the soul.

Sit, spread
Your arms wide as rainbow.
Wife, you have forgotten
The son is not your daughter.
What do thou focus on?
Marco Carlos Aug 22
I feel trapped in my own mind sometimes,
A mind of four walls.
These four walls mock me,
making a cell of 176 mm length and a width of 145 mm.
I’ve grown to see it change.

At first it was a collage with the upmost potential,
With plenty of space to be filled.
As years went, the cell learned,
Like a bucket collecting rain drops,
Under a cracked ceiling,
One idea after the other entered.
I can only hear the echoes of my own voice here,
No one else can hear the screams,
laughs and everything in between.
No one can help save me,
nor join me,
in this cell.
I feel it observing me from the deepest hallows,
of my subconscious,
Grinning at me and my meagre existence.

I greet the sun, through the barred window,
Every once and a while.
For those moment’s I am not imprisoned,
I am free as the wind and the birds that glide upon it.
But always,
The bucket over-flows,
I drown to awake.
It can’t be escaped and
With every attempt to,
It always find a way,
To tame, subjugate and leave me in submission.

I realise I am the door that separates me from my desires
and ambitions.
The concrete and steel, are figments of ones own
imagination.
Somewhere within, there is a key.
When found, I shall take it and run,
never to return,
to this cell of mine.
A journey through my conscious, if you will.
The hope is pleased.
The hope is cherished.
The hope inspired reliance.
Awaiting, long awaiting.
In room without windows.
In room without doors.
Pipe dreams and disappointments.
Illusions, masks, imaginations.
Spectacle without actors.
Full hall of ovations.
Where is no souls.
The hall is filling with blank colour.
Illusions like a clown is juggling with a *****.
Trying hard to light a passion fire in the public.
In the public which not exist in life.
It's empty hall is filled with applause.
I thought you are who not you are. I'm such a fool and idiot.
I'm very disappointed.
ALesiach Jul 27
Essence of the dragon's breath
into the harbor creeps.
Gray, silent, with the chill of death
blankets the meadow while sunbeams sleep.

Wandering, lost within its drifting folds,
isolated from the world.
Cries of fears untold,
echo through its depths unfurl.

Distorted visions of illusions cast
tremor through the air.
Soulless victims on retributions task
beckon to their hidden snare.

Close your eyes, feel its cold fingers caress,
howls of anguish, to late,
your body shudders in distress,
bemoaning your impending fate.

ALesiach © 02/26/2015
Emma Jun 14
You loved her less, for whatever reason—
Your brilliant redemption, your glowing new start—
And it made you realise
You were just the same.
That decay you thought she’d burned away
Had just been waiting in the wings
And in the moment you loved her less,
Her illusive light fading,
Your soul began to rot again.
I was in haze of own illusions.
I was in haze of sham love .
I tryed to find the beauty in a rock.
I tryed to oped metal box.
I stared at the mimes through pinky glasses.
I tryed to hear echoes in heavy noise of scream.
I tryed too hard to clambing on the high rock.
And near to me were only pantomimes.
Just phantoms, just illusions, just my own fantasies.
They were following me.
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