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Danielle Rose Jan 2013
Oh illusion can be so glorious
Love one of the greatest of all
He is everything EVERYTHING
was my world...
illuding me into a world of wonders
you ***** I'm not oblivious!
...I think the washer is broken.
how do I go about erasing this poem?
Bisho Dec 2012
I was deeply mesmerized, through her dull look I was incised;
Her eyes looked far beyond my world & all the memories I bore,
Her tears were suppressed in her captivating me with a stare,
Her lips would say the words on mine with each word I’m looking for,
Her breath would flow into my heart with each beat I’m dying for,
Still I sought her to the door.

Forever I chose to roam, everywhere with her is home;
She just lingered in my heart but I left my peace outdoor,
Winter was a time of sorrow, but we dreamt of new tomorrow,
But tomorrows came with terror, terror that did taste so sore,
But tomorrows were much painful than the days I lived before,
& she lingered than before.

My heart strings I tried to weave, with some threads of endless grief;
Searching for some face some trace, of her upon my memories floor,
Deep in me I tried to call, I found nothing can console,
Glimpsing her straying in some castle lain deep within my core,
She allured me to beguile me somewhere lost into my core,
Lost within forevermore…

In me a thousand demons weep, aching me in wake & sleep,
Scathed & scorched, seeking your smile that lulled their wicked hearts before,
Thousand raging mutineer, down the silver chandelier;
Those whom you once did inflict, & left their life in twitching war,
Those you provoked yesterday, & incensed their nocturnal war,
They are whom I’m dying for…

As I stood glimpsing you fleet, shadows smothered down my feet,
Fragile were my crisp heart beats, those beats that were solid in core,
Though I am the one you crave, you raised in my heart my grave,
Yearning was harrowing, severing, one can’t endure nor ignore,
My desire have seared my hearts with fires I cannot ignore,
& my fires taste so sore…

I’m condemned to watch you flee; it plucks feelings out of me;
While these voices stuttering muttering; voices I’ve not heard before,
Voices resonates in my veins, filled my heart with myriad stains,
Stains of noises of the voices of my bones & flesh & gore,
Stains of lovelorn lays & cold old days & my spilled livid gore,
Stains upon your castle door…

You were poising through each room, in fragrant feverous perfume,
Burning all my flames vehemently, surging all my beasts to roar,
Flaunting fluttering in each chamber, on the eve of deep December,
Tainting this untarnished heart that just sought you & nothing more,
Confounding that steadfast faith that believed you & nothing more,
Now faith won’t taste like before…

As I give up empty tries, your eyes kissed my bleak goodbyes,
Then you lurk behind the dungeons of my dreary darkling core,
Wicked me O wicked day, when I pursued you to stray,
But in straying I keep praying if you strayed it won’t feel sore;
I’ve strayed in much lonely nights, & lonely nights did taste so sore
Without you into my core…

As you stroll in me & breathe me, look beyond me gaze beneath me,
Look beyond your horrid world, the morbid heart apart you tore,
Now is fainting swooning searing, & your absence keeps on tearing,
Every shard of hope that lingered deep inside you fill with pore,
You severed my happy thoughts & happy thoughts are not galore,
Wish you were some place for more…

I’ve renounced every Love, & still you rove & still you rove,
Still the phoenix flame is aching, healing, waking me once more,
Thousand times your name I call, now there is no place to scrawl
Your name on the walls of my heart, upon which phoenix may soar,
set your luring eyes to my heart, upon which phoenix may soar,
Haul my heart unto the shore…

Shattered chastened, I am sitting, watching my cells as they’re splitting,
All my soul is torn asunder, falling under, horrid curses that I bore,
My fate is to stay awaking, tasting nightmares as I’m aching,
Scathed & bruised, the hells I cruised without you seems not like before,
Scathing breathing, grueling seething, senses I’ve not felt before,
Without you inside my core…

Stricken thrashed & Flayed & shattered, each shard in my heart is scattered,
Quavered fluttered, badly battered, almost dead at your front door,
My flesh is cleaved off my bones, drained in deep hazy unknowns,
Disassembled was my conscious, rapt & smitten was my core,
Insecure, no cure can take it what erodes me deep in core,
For you’re not here like before...

If you only chose to waive, come along & dig my grave,
Lest you watch each wave subduing me away far off your shore,
Swooning fading every night; choking, burying alive my light,
Out of anguish that you’re absence scourged & languished, twinged & tore,
Now it flays me mauls me impairs me feeding on my screams once more,
Those that rise far off my core…

My blood flows with fire surging, steadily emerging, steadily emerging,
They keep suffusing submerging in my heart as you ignore,
All your torment seems in vain, my soul’s liquored by my pain,
All my tears are blood that’s falling all like rains in days of yore,
Now I’m stewed by your long absence that I forgot days of yore,
When we used to sway & soar…

Nothing can ever awake me; you seize me as you forsake me,
You absorb me as you ache me; you possess me from the core,
Illude..Spirits..Opaque...Livid.. Once before words seemed so vivid;
Once before our Love was prancing, prancing as we used to soar,
Once before our hearts were fighting, side by side on Love’s vast war,
When you thrived deep in my core…

Now you’re presence irritates me,
It cleaves warmth off my embrace,
now your absence ghost still hates me,
You have left me abstract space,
Wicked, fallen, out of grace;
& I can’t hold on anymore…
Piano keys are dreams that illude me.
The sounds are so sensual, clacks that mock the gentle twinge of a note.
Like guitar strings plucked just so, sound as the weeping of stars.
Light that seems to melt away from its whole leaving a void.
I feel as though the world has become so much easier to hear.
The silence from indoors is a perpetual energy that feeds us.
Keeps us safe.
Yet the ecstasy of light on a dark night seems to call to us.
The blur of a grey black in the night sky that meshes so well with street lights.

The winter calls clarity to our eyes,
and the world seems to stand still while snowflakes move past our frozen bodies.
And each flake catches the bouncing particulates of a glimmer, making the air crisp.
Like the sound of ivory tickling the soft ridges of oxygen in our ears.
Commingling with the illusion of light behind our eyes.

And the foot prints in the snow,
foot prints searching for the morning glances of a sunrise from dew drops that are months away. They seem so lost.

As lost as unwritten notes to a beautiful mind.

As lost as a concerto performed in an empty hall.
-P.S.
Nik Bland Sep 2013
We burned with passion for days on end
And just as we showed signs to transcend
The embers fell too quickly on our sun
And for too long it did erase
The way your lips, your kiss did taste
And I found that the two had become one
And you were gone and I alone
And my voice called in bitter tones
That belong to star-crossed lovers running out of air
Until I was silenced for a while
No written word, no creeping smile
No showing of a single wish or care
Then there you came out of the black
With shreds of hope the sun would come back
But I was never there to affirm them for you
And so we stood where love once did
A whisper of what should have been
Two star-crossed lovers, which love somehow did illude
Shayne Campbell Dec 2014
Look to the future of your flesh spring
The roots are deep but you're something
The ship won't sail 'till you untie the moors
Not mere harvest but you will be more


You mustn't fret for the seasons to run
Strength will make nothing beyond you
Neither the burning of the fat old sun
Nor the freezing of the icy white pool
Can hinder your growth to ripe


If the mind matters over the heart
What is your impulse for the start?
You must balance all the thoughts
Or you will turn into distraught


Up there you will reach the top
All will reap your fruit to no stop
But some will illude with fraught
If you give in, you will begin to rot


And when your taste fades to the bone
The soil curdles towards your sewn
Just another corpse for the compost
But it is choice that mights the most


You mustn't fret for your wasted fate
For a new life will not slow the rate
You become one with the ground
And return to nature's new round
Ramana Tandra Jan 2019
Hey! WORLD,
The Society
.
How mendacious you are!
.
Coining them"Suicides"
Proclaiming them"Suiciders"
You tried well
To mislead us
To illude us
.
Hey! WORLD
The Society
.
Eventually
We marked it out
Undoubtedly
We discerned it
.
They are not SUICIDES
They are not SUICIDERS
.
Cursing YOU
I announce for the world
.
They are SOCIAL MURDERS
They are VICTIMS
.
You are the MURDERER
sarah Nov 2018
i turn my head when you walk into the room
stare straight ahead cuz i dont wanna look at you
but when i sleep my dreams are all of you

i know we said that we’d just be friends
but i can’t help it that my heart’s going against
everything you say to me, i like it

we could be something great if you’d let it
can we let it?

i know that i can’t breathe when i’m anywhere near you
i wish that you would see that we shouldn’t drag it out
i know we’re meant to be, let’s let go of all that doubt
and give it a shot
you & me

we catch each other locking eyes across the room
but we turn away like it’s something to illude
could it be that you feel the butterflies too?

it’s a mess, i’m gonna ruin everything we have
can’t bring myself to tell you so i’ll just tell everyone else...
Tribhu Jun 2018
You're like a blade cutting me deep
Sharper edges push in my skin
As I silently bleed.
Hush! They shall not know thy crime
How you severed my heart into pieces
Crushed my soul in your darkest chime.
Melodies I felt, as you sang to me those nights
Oh! Little did I know thy music was just a false dream
An illude filled with your eternal lies.
As thy deceitful promises kept scarring my delicate skin,
I silently bleed and drown in your memories
Enchanted in thy shadowy dreams.
One nut bob Jan 2018
A game of cat and mouse. Chasing my self around my house. I've been racing for an exit, an escape, a way out. The door is locked and the walls are lined with grout. I've grown to the ceiling. My room is crushing, I am nieling. Locked in my tomb. I am looking for healing. Shaking with hunger, I'm on strike. I don't wish to continue my plunder, life is a slowly drifting slumber. The Comfort is numbing. My days are limited now to a finite number. I am at ease in the most sadistic of ways. Calming nerves by the bottle. Death serves me so I Cottle. pills will bring me curves. The short, sort with an upper to snort, downer to swollow. It is fair that my life is hollow. I hate to rued the ***** to illude my crude attitude I've stewed. So I will no longer relish food. Still, by choice. Perish
Diya soni Sep 2020
Moment not an illude!!
Longing for a life
That is simple and planned
Tied with captures and adventures
You're deaf of hearty Beats
Still breathing ,
Busy Designing the horizons
Holding the dragon rage !
Uncertainties of a weakened necks
Spilling into a Sunless afternoons
Tied Bellows of would and coulds
You've walked through the doors
Waving those earsplitting weeps
Became untangled from the dolours
Deaf was all you've became
As your beliefs reckless to be,
To follow what's written
But you have a glorious crystallines
Of sharpest withins
Always in motion
Embrace the shine of a thousand spotlights
Until you hear earscreens echoing
Honouring your dead parts
By lullabies of lively confetti
Irrespective of maybes and coulds be's
Hold on to this
Breathtaking genres
And blithe as it's ending
Miracles, miracles everywhere
Craving your attention with every dare..
Tyler Jan 2022
i will attempt to illude you to happiness.
a hacker of emotion, who claims his power within the favor of others.
the snap of his finger brings a twinkle to his eyes.
do not claim me your asset.
i am but a travelling bard.
Odd Odyssey Poet Nov 2020
The illusions of the mind
are less pretty in reality.
Illude yourself fully
and you fully become a fool.

— The End —