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MisfitOfSociety Feb 2019
It was clear to me then, but it escapes me now. Infinity was condensed to a single moment, I don't know how I knew that, but I did.
I saw standing before me, a tomato, a swine and a human. They stood side by side. Their physical bodies were dissimilar, but their souls were all the same.

By cutting the tomato you cut yourself, and by killing the swine you **** yourself. They all may not look the same, but what they feel is the same. You are the tomato, you are the swine, and they are you too.

To you this is ******, but to me this is life.
Life has got to eat life, It is how we survive.
Life has got to eat life, It is how we stay alive.

Life to you rings a different tone. You claim that life is more than food, that to feed is to ******, but no one says a snake is a murderer when it kills a mouse.
You say no one needs to die in order for others to live. But death comes one way or another.

You say:
"Stop mashing that potato,
Stop cutting that tomoto,
Stop pealing those carrots,
Stop grating those onions.
Just because you can't hear them, does not mean they don't scream;
And just because they aren't people, doesn't mean they can't feel."

How you see the world is the only way to see it? But I saw infinity in the fraction of a second, yet it was an eternity. I saw that what we see, is what we want to see. And that what really is, is what we make it out to be.



I was laying in the dirt, then the dirt became me. I then fed a flower, then I became the flower. A doe ate the flower, then I became the doe. A wolf consumed the doe, then I became the wolf. A man skinned the wolf, then I became the man. The man lay in the dirt, then I became the dirt again.

Life bleeds into new life, It is how we stay alive.
Life bleeds into new life, It is how we survive.
annh Feb 2019
It’s a day in a life - forgotten then, remembered now.
Moments beckon - names and faces, contemplated, redesigned.

Token gestures - silent offerings. Motivations unexplained.
Blame forsaken - sorrows blending, regrets neglected, rearranged.
'Nostalgia has a way of blocking the reality of the past.'
- Shannon L. Alder

'Some things melt before they become memories.'
- Patti Smith
MisfitOfSociety Jan 2019
When I awoke, I walked.
When I walked I saw myself walking behind me,
and in front of me.
I stared at myself staring back at the million different mes behind me.

You can't comprehend infinity in a single moment.
If we could we would not be here.
That is why I am here,
to learn to comprehend infinity,
through the million different mes behind me.
MisfitOfSociety Jan 2019
Is it that time already?
I did not expect this day to come,
Yet I knew it was coming all along.

Your face I recognize it from before I lived.
So beautiful, flawless and shimmering.
Everything that was a blur is now clear to me,
You have lifted my eyelids so I can see.
You were always there besides me.

The colours are so pretty,
I can see further down the spectrum.
I can see there is more dimension to you,
and that there is more dimension to me.

I missed you,
I was gone for so long,
But I have come back to you.

What do you mean I need to go?
Why are you leaving already?
I have waited long enough,
just take me in already!

Take me to this place,
this place beyond imagination!
Take me to this place,
this place beyond limitation!

I want to leave this all behind,
I want to go with you,
so I can fly too.
How many
Does it take till
Your personality
Turns
To a sorry
Where you’re not
The protagonist
But the jury
Call you guilty
To your Prerogative
I meant it the other way but no one see it
So what can I sway
One man army
Fight towards believe
Ion really **** with no body
But they against me
Drunk or high they exclude me
From one of the best ideology
I hate that
Couldn’t even turn back time
It could never  rhyme
This isn’t old English
Not a game
Can’t even explain
Poetry is vague
Or even vain
Mark of Kane
I would not  explain  
File a petition
Fairness is not dismissive
Mention something n
That no one listen
I’d share you what I have for your next visit.
It’s a language deeper than we think.
Anon Jan 2019
Art
The lines cutting through the canvas,
one by one carving it up.
Slowly turning it into this piece of "art".
The vivid colours jumping from the page
screaming, Look at me! Look at me!
Well, we are looking.
Yet we never truly see what is there.
Samreena Lodhi Dec 2018
Concealed in my diary
in the form of words
my emotions explode
inklings of events
predicaments conjectured
or  sighs of contentment
vaguely interpreted
lights my soul
stagnant but painful
glorious yet tearful
dead eyes Dec 2018
The witch hasn't visited.

Perhaps it's my turn.

We correspond in sleep,
restless,
swapping faces with
everyone we see
awake.

We rode in a gondola once.

She laid me in her lap.

Rowing itself for us,
slowly, oar turning through the foamy canal
she told me Diana was watching us
a smile in her all-seeing eyes.

Diana, of course, has not visited either.

Moonbeams do not see me in sleep.

The stars have begun to dim
but there is such a soft light left in them
in my dreams, that is.

The witch and I loved to walk.

Speaking in tongues.

Tasting hypocrisy,
tasting cowardice and disaffected sentiment
the living world has no room for us.

The witch has not visited.

Perhaps she found a place to go.
Sometimes I miss her appearances.
L Oct 2018
And then everything that ever made sense crumbled and shattered. And i was left to let the water overcome me. It ran down, flowed with a constant that comforted. The moisture started breaking down that which i settled to engage myself with.

And here i am mourning something that was never quite mine in the first place.
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