"illussion" poems
the heart is the most deceitful thing there is.
the brain knows that.
we just find it hard to understand.
what we generally perceive as love is nothing
but a mere illussion of what we're missing,
what we want.
the rush of emotions we suddenly experience
is so overwhelming that we can't grasp
its true intention.
we are building false hope in ourselves,
and we feed the thought
and excitement.
when we deeply think about it,
we are just inlove with the thought
of being in love.
it's more of a feel-good trigger
we unleash if we lost that
adrenaline.
it's that fairytale ending we have in our
imaginations that waters the seed
of romance in our hearts.
sad thing is we don't live in a fairytale.
i might insist pessism in your thought,
hey i don't write your love story.
blame it all in the confusion and lies
about love and your fairytale dreams,
your ever-after might not be within reach.
love is an illussion.
a trickery even rocket scientist can't explain.
mind boggling fantasies about prince and princesses.
but there is hope. ( an accomplice)
hope that even if you don't live in a castle nor rule a kingdom
believe that someone will treat you as the princess
far better you imagined yourself.
and when that day comes you might want not stay in neverneverland.
you don't grow old there.
what's the point of i-wanna-grow-old-with-you line?
love is a dangerous and a beautiful thing to enjoy.
its like sinking in a quicksand of bliss.
or swimming in a sea of chocolatey sea of tears.
but remember that in the midst
of everything you
beLIEve
in is a
LIE.
be careful.
Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 6:49 AM UTC
You'll never breathe the air that you desire
You aim high up only to fall in complete dire
You search for pieces of what's left unattended
The pain for pleasure heavenly greeted
The thrill rides will never be on favour
Hallucination agents dilating pupils
Producing optics illussion of colours
Reflecting mirror emotions taints
Through cracks of the window panes
Countings stars that steal flames
Flickering lights of blinding fame
De Ja Vu striked you rebelling
For this world not the reality claimed
Only temporary trial and error games
For what's down beneath indulging
This sweet bedazzling lies conjuring
Worshippers who breathe yet still denying
Organizing multiple ******** swines
Downloading stereotypical in the line
To shore your life's daze in waves
Capturing precious ocean's bay
Till the knightly light gives way
For the elegant moon cautiously lay
Theatrical role play of regrets portray
From worrying writes which convey
Nirvana awaits for those who ....
A strip of paper that was torn at the edge
Which could only be found deep within
Heart's page
©2014 Maman Screams
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 8:03 AM UTC
Chaque jour, chaque nuit,
Á la recherche de l'infinie.
Ton ombre me fait compagnie,
Sans toi je vis.
Les moments de notre amour,
Les chemins avec des mûrs.
Les fleurs que tu as cueillis,
Sans toi je vis...
Toujours with les beaux sourires,
Un oiseaux qui voulait partir...
Je me souviens de ta machine á écrire,
Ton visage, le souvenir...
Le papier blanc toujours passionné,
Mon amour est blessé,
Tous les mots avec tendre passion,
Je vis e navigue dans ton monde d'illussion.
Victor Marques
Dec 14, 2009
Dec 14, 2009 at 8:59 AM UTC
Illussion is what you are
An imagination
A fairy tale
A never ending story
You messed with my mind
melted my thoughts
raised my heartbeat and
killed my sanity
Illusion is what you are
and illusion is what I feel
when I am around you
though the pain is real
Be a better (wo)man
than the one
that stepped onto my heart
and crashed it
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 3:13 PM UTC
I wish my opinions would echo out
Clear as the dj doing a shout out
See my words make the sound of silence
My thoughts are seen as an act of defiance
I sit back in the dark
Scared I'd leave a mark
Scared to make a squeak,
The only time you'd hear my voice is if I were forced to speak
But I'm done with that
Its time I start swinging back
defending what I believe
Not caring bout what you perceive
I'm done with the wall flower persona
Cause I'm about to go super nova
I'm bursting out with this revolution
'cause I'm tired of living this illusion
The make believe image of peace
Acting like crime isn't obese
Pretending that the skies are blue
'cause these lies are far from true
The lies of our country
Like how there is real equality
But as long as we see this as reality
We can not be seen for our humanity
And only When
When more than a few see it as priority
Then we can really live in a true democracy
A place we are able to call home
With honor and dignity
So we don't have to roam
I don't want ppl seeing us as weak and cheap
I want them to follow us like sheep
I want us to be history makers
Not generation breakers
I see other people turning their heads
Wondering if I should be on meds
'cause my ideas are crazy
But if you ask me, they're just lazy
They don't have the energy
to fulfill our destiny
So I'm here to give you a needed nudge
Its time to stop walking and trudge
By any means necessary some seem to say
But their actions tend to stray away
'cause there is no easy way out
Unless your willing it bow out
But I refuse to quit
Who would that benefit?
So instead of sitting back in the dark
instead of being Scared I'd leave a mark
Instead of being Scared to make a squeak,
Instead of you only hearing my voice when I'm forced speak
I'm going to stand in the spotlight
Make sure my mark is a winning fight,
Make sure my squeak is a roar
And that my voice is accounted for
If you feel you want this hidden anarchy
Feel free
But don't expect me to take the back door
Or to play possum on the floor
'cause I'm bursting out with this revolution
Cause I'm tired of living this illusion
- E.A.F
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 10:54 AM UTC
Is everything an illussion?
Well, lets try and overcome illness, affirming we are well.
Health is a treasure
Energy transforms
All into else~where
Love is the law.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 5:49 AM UTC
I remember the Day
I stared at her Like An innocent Lamb
In a blink, She Disappears.
I remember the Day
I had a Word with her
In my Eyes, that still Flutter.
I remember the Day
I found Myself Smiling Alone
In a room, without any reason.
I remember the Day
I was touched by her Warm Heart
In the midst of a Small Talk.
From then I stopped remembering Days
I was living in the moments then.
All of a sudden
I realized it was an Illusion of dream
I lived in a dream
I lived in Illusion
But My heart kept sounding that
That illusion was closer to myself.
Though I was depressed at that moment
Because I missed the best part of Dream.
Back to sleep dreaming her
“THE UNIMAGINABLE”
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 4:57 AM UTC
How is justice served
By our children
Murdering our children
Where in their spilt blood
Does the answer
Lie
In who is right
And who is wrong
Whose side is god on
As our sons
Blindly **** our sons
Big words
Hollow speeches
Meaningless moments of silence
To praise and respect the
LIvEs stolen from
Our mothers and fathers
And husbands and daughters
And wives and sons
In the latest battle
Of the season
The bigger the boom
The tighter the fist
The brighter the lights
The less need for reason
The show of might
The price of pride
The cost of admission
To our illussion
Of freedom...
The lives of our
Sons and daughters
Mothers and fathers
Husbands and wives
And we pay again
And again and again
Never knowing who is
Right
Who is
Wrong
It's all the same
Season after season
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 2:37 PM UTC