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NOTHINGS

It is not what I want
No it is not that
What I wanted
But here I am
I go through the motions
Stumbling through this life
Like I were blind

These are just thoughts
Without any emotions
Feelings that one goes through
Are sometimes unkind
Life takes us up
And sometimes down
It's like a rollercoaster
That has lost its mind

Its that crossroads
In the middle of nowhere
Nowhere to go
And no one to run from
Nowhere to hide
And nothing to find

M. N. R.
14 NOVEMBER 2018
MAGICIAN II

So the story goes
They say
When you stole my dreams
And then
I stole the sleep from your eyes

At long last
We realize the emptiness
It is real
In this, the theater of life
The stage is always empty
The drama is behind the curtains
Everyone writing their own role

I don't want to go
Where you will take me
The costs are too high
And the prize too small
No I can not be owned by
Your promises of heaven
I am sure to miss
My curtain call

Slowly I drift
Away from your shores
The lights fade away
And your siren call

M. N. R.
24 OCTOBER 2018
MAGICIAN I

MAGICIAN I

He opens his bag
Unfolds his table
And lays down his cards
He will sell me a dream
If I have some change

I buy a dream
And he hands me a card
And the card is blank
What is this, I say

A dream it is
Like any other
If you close your eyes
You will see it
In full color

I sigh and walk away
Disappointed
Then you see
I woke up
And realized
I was dreaming

What are we but
A dream within a dream
Within a dream
Within a dream

And life itself
Is but a dream
Somewhere between our birth
And the eventual
Demise

Sometimes reality
Is what we dream of
Sometimes
It is a nightmare
We have created
While chasing our dreams

M. N. R.
24 OCTOBER 2018
A VIGIL FOR MY SELF

How do you know
Who you are
Hiding behind the mask
In this masquerade
That passes for
A so called life

We have all
So many roles
We play
Sometimes hard to tell
When it is the day
Or the night

Meet me at some crossroads
Between the death
And beyond
Where the ego lies dead
And the truth
Is your only guide

Then I will say
I am pleased
To know you
And you
Will also know me
As I come to know
Myself

M. N. R.
18 OCTOBER 2018
ANSWERS

ANSWERS

I still wait in the rain
In vain
As the clouds of time pass
Overhead
Patience they say is a virtue
I wait for a repass

A fresh blade of cut grass
Rolling down the sidewalk
Unaware of its last breath
Frolicking in the winds
That blow fast

I hold the door open
As you walk past
Head held high
I take a deep breath
And turn it into a sigh
That dream that I had last night
It didn't last

What is a life worth
When you don't know
How much to ask
A simlpe trade off
A roll in the hay may be
Or ******* for some grass

Or a few crystals may be
Then a cancer
Or a brain hemorrhage
It is all in the name of some fun

So what if we all die young
A few days
Or years
We don't yet have any answers
We didn't know
Who to ask

M. N. R.
4 OCTOBER 2018
DEATH ON A ROAD WELL TRAVELED

So many are living
Who don't know what to give
So afraid of dying
And too afraid to live

Take a deep dive with me
Into my abyss
Somethings you never had
And some you will never miss

Come to the otherside
Where dreams are all faded
Nightmares are all the rage
And all the souls are naked
Life is not all fun and games
And now you feel jaded

Sanity is overrated
In a world that's gone insane
All that joy you had to have
And all you feel is pain
For once you must realize
Life is meaningless struggles
What brings it any joy
Is also its bane

M. N. R.
1 OCTOBER 2018

"We are all mad here"
Says the Cheshire cat
EMOTIONS

EMOTIONS

Fly high
You are an eagle
She said
And then I looked at the ground
So far below the clouds

She let go
And I started to fall
No help at all
Last thing I remember, alas
It was all
For nothing at all

I struggled hard
Learning to fly
As I fell
I didn't wish to die again
Still I had a story to tell

This is the life of Sisyphus
Everday is struggle
Some tricks and cheating death
I live in my own bubble

A mind full of emotions
Living it large across the grid
Like a cupboard full of spices
Open jars without a lid

(M. N. R.)
25 JULY 2018
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