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Viseract Jul 2020
Sunken eyes, wretched mind
This void I feel is my demise
The depths to which can't be described
Reality, the biggest lie

I wander roads that can't go wrong
So will you miss me when I'm gone?
I'm right here yet so far away
Will you be the one who stays?
The subtlety of disassociation
Carlo C Gomez Jul 2020
What is sleep?
It's 1979 again
And I'm in Atari's Astroids
Caught in the laser beam
And no matter how
Many electric sheep
I count
There's no going back
To Pillowland
Midnight City is open
So are the caffeinated veins
Running thru
My nocturnal console
Night shifts have me
Splintered in my head
Let's see how I score
On the Athens scale
Broken Pieces Jul 2020
I thought we would be happier if we stuck together,
But every day I have more doubt that we'll last forever.

I hate that we seem more like two drifters,
Than being anywhere close to sisters.
Mrs Timetable Jul 2020
It dawns...

She ponders...

It wanders...

Goes yonder...

Back it saunters...

Her thought process...

Sometimes is...
Beyond her
The poem writing process point of view. I don't know why, it just is.
Ginn Mosxa May 2020
I always wondered
How far I could go
If I ran and left home
How much could I take
Before I would break..

Now I always wander
Keep drifting further
Away from that place
Without the pain
Eclipsing me..

I'm floating along with the sea
The water enveloping me
I trust that she knows the way
As I fall apart under her waves
Wandering...
Xant Apr 2020
Wander alone, for once
Wander about,
on this earth
you don't quite understand

Take a nap on the sea,
for once
feel the cold water
being warmed by the sun

Sleep by the banyan tree,
for once
watch as the snake slither
under your feet

By then you'll hear whispers;
someone else inside you
Yourself, but not you,
saying things you dare not speak
Of pronanities, maybe
or of sorrow
your deepest wish, perhaps
of not waking up the next morning

So wander alone, for once
Ashish Poudel Apr 2020
You are traveling
To the place with pansies and tulips
On the bus
In solace..

You are seating by the window seat
Waving to strangers passing by
Gazing to faraway land
Fluttering your hair in the wind filled with mystery
Smiling stupidly thinking
I am by your side
Listening to music I made for you
Picturing the art I made with you..

I am seating on the road watching you
By the window seat
Your bus zooms down the country road
That'll take you home
And as far as I can see
And as far as my eyes can see
I won't stop looking for you…
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