"looing" poems
The illusion of life before me
The grandeur of the spectacle
Appear to disappear before me through time
I see myself in the reflection
Blinded by who I see staring back
It cannot be me
Who is looing back
I do not recognize the mirror
For, it has changed
What am I to think?
What am I to see?
Has it been too long
Since I've seen you?
The one I've been all along
To Judge what I've become
I've lost all resistance
To how I feel
Time is against us
And breaking my reality
Love is a dream
And an illusion
And yet, it is all I can describe
And at the same time,
Be the one thing I lack and long for
Wake me in this illusion
To save me, for I know not
What is to come
If I continue to exist
In this existence
Alone
The longing to feel real and belong
Is a pipe dream
And something I crave
You are the love I see
And I do not know why
Do you see me?
I see you
Illusion or not
I feel what I feel
Unsure of the direction we follow
I know the sight of you
Is leading me to follow
Embrace me?
Feel me?
See me?
Love me.
I do not know
Too much to mention
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 3:13 AM UTC
Going through life
With no lights on.
Staring at the nebulous,
Hazy events pass by.
Waving good bye to the
Monotonous days, wasted
Time means nothing
When you sleep through it
Like looing at the world
Through smudged glasses.
I always day sleep,
Blocking out my life.
Living as if nothing ever happens
And Sometimes believing it too.
If only to cut lose the weight
Of my chronic heart pains,
The angina from the sad state
That this world is now in.
Sep 20, 2010
Sep 20, 2010 at 11:08 AM UTC