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stranded incompatability
it must be amusing
seeming irresistability
and a bit of motion sickness

selfless devotion
and all the right jazz
its too bad we dont share any of the same emotions
its awkward in this farris wheel now

earnest endearing enduring end
three months later
and i'm feeling a bit better about it all
Sharath Ram Jul 2014
I deepen into a castle,
castle of sound it is ,
while it goes,
i assume this is my field of win,
a proffecy to inherit,
a potential to be fulfilled with,
over the horizons,
i approach what i feel is to be my destiny,
my holy place of pray,
walls closing on me,nightmare it was,
the feature of my incompatability to this world was filling ,
like a biased coin - all that to choose was me turning down.

I take the time on earth,
loud back at em,
as though in deep water,they ignore me,
i again does so,this time with might,
i trigger the power of a poet- his words.
The world i lost to,opened its eyes upon me,
my heart braked that moment,
stirred this earth to change,
piercing this invasive darkness!
the difference created the indifference,
hologram is what i am- you see dream simultaneously reality!
The  castle now awaits my return,
to this solemly place,
welcomes me with cherry blossom on either side,
in here,rythm takes honour,
words take pleasure,
i inherit these ancestral words to you,
which better of than my english teacher,
i smile looking at these lines,
then to this untimely world,
rubbing the memory doomed crevices of my palm placing them in prayer,
thats a dream that changed the world '!

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