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MisfitOfSociety May 2019
You turn on the music,
The tv,
And the radio;
To scare the silence away.
You’re scared that it will separate you from you.

You cling to the fear like a dying atheist,
Unsure what there is to come.
You are too busy living as a child,
And an old man.
You are running away from you.

You are being chased by your ghost,
Followed by the echo of the future and the past.
Body degrading in a crypt,
Below your carpet.
The smell wreaks of the death of you.

The vacuum of your mind is ******* you in.
You ask the person in the pool,
“Where is the person I recognize?”
The person asks the question too.
Your thoughts have become you.

Terrified of the life I live,
Looking for a way out.
I’m forgetting how to live.

As I try to find my way,
To the life I seek to claim,
I’m forgetting how to live.
MisfitOfSociety May 2019
My love,
You are like an isolated ray of sunlight, beaming down upon the earth, and bouncing back up again; gliding across the universe.
Boundless and open, free of gravity and restriction. You are unconditional, as giving as the light of stars in between the vastness of black; dripping down onto the planets, giving them life.
Soon you shall be immortalized with the furthest reaching stars of space.
You’re gravity will pull all loose connections together, as you pulled mine.
MisfitOfSociety May 2019
Breathed in the breath of the saviour,
To richen the soul of the poor.
I puffed out a portal to the cloud kingdom.
Holding onto the scales of a dragon.
The earth beneath my feet begun to shrink,
And the sky above my head started to sink.
I caught a glimpse of what was behind the cloud,
And was dropped from a million feet high down to the ground.

I met an angel with a kick,
Wanted by the government.
Eyes as wide as rabbit holes,
As bright as a solar moon.
Black stars in between white spaces,
Generating a reluctant mold.
There’s golden flakes in its hair,
Its string chokes my throat.
I thought it was my angel,
Turns out it was fool’s gold.

When the fog sets,
And everything fades away;
I turn off my car headlights,
And stear into the grey.
I like to hide in the clouds,
They make me so happy;
But when I come back down,
They make me so sad.

Digging in my grave to find heaven,
Inhaling the smoke of another dragon.

I think I might have found my God.
I’m melting in his eternal sunshine.
Smoked the crumbled image of his face,
It turned my tears into wine.
The earth's my grave,
The sky's my cradle.
Unearthing my new low,
To find the highest place one can go.
MisfitOfSociety May 2019
Stars are big *** mentos, and the space between the stars is coke. Sometimes the coke manages to touch the stars, causing a chemical reaction, leading to a supernova.
Coke, Mentos, Science, Weird, Strange, Stars, Creation, Theory
MisfitOfSociety May 2019
Creeping over like lichen on a tree,
It may already be too late for me.
Is it more real than what I think is real?
Like the pip in the fruit beneath an orange peel?
I peeled open my skulp for you,
You climbed inside and never grew.

Climbed into my head,
Foot first then belly in.
You made your home,
In the comfort of my skin.
I taste the left overs of a child sized carcass.
I thought of you as shapeless darkness.

There's blood on the sun,
There's blood on the moon.
Dripping onto the earth,
Running down a mountain,
Merging with the waves in the ocean.
Drawn by an ice pike,
Dug into your head.
Listened to the carols of the needle man,
Now you got a dead heart beating in your hand.
You keep the heart in a jar,
Bury it in the corner of your closet,
But you still hear it beat,
Everytime you try to sleep.

You ate the pips of the orange you peeled,
Now you're haunted by the dead thing you killed.
When you've drowned in the blood sea,
I hope the dead give you a kiss from me.
MisfitOfSociety May 2019
Found a lady the other day,
Older than time itself.
Outlive the dinosaurs,
With wrinkles that touched the ground.
They were large enough for a child to swing in,
For me to use as a hammock.
She says to me “do you love me?”
And I say yes, but only if I can sleep in your skin folds.
She has ended homelessness,
By just existing.
People have found comfort in an old lady’s skin.
MisfitOfSociety May 2019
Breathe in,
And breathe out.
Breathe in,
And breathe out.
Breathe in......
And breathe out.....

*******!

The ear ****** screech of a thousand voices trying to shout over eachother penetrated my ear canals.
I sunk into my sofa,
The infinite space of it.
My friend's faces were melting off,
Like heated wax dripping off of candle sticks.
My sofa seemed to be a portal to hell.
I was sad,
My computer was sad,
My fridge was sad,
My table was sad,
My chair was sad,
Everything was sad.

Everything seemed to dissipate,
revealing the black nothingness behind it all.
Waves of colour exploded around me.
I must have been bathing in a melting rainbow.
This was all too much to take in,
It was like the universe orgasmed into my eye.

I was connected to something other than myself.
Gibberish wall textures whispered enchanting messages through my feelings. Displaying the inner workings of my mind across an infinite landscape of mirrors.
I stepped through a glowing worm, taking me back and forward in time.
They wanted to mend my soul, show the best I could be.
But before I could hear them tell me,
I was spat out by my couch.
Reality begun to mend itself back together,
I am back in my own home.

I saw infinity in a single moment,
And it is now trying to escape me.
I want the world to know what I saw.
If they all saw they would know what I went through,
But I can not recall simply with words alone.
You got to believe me,
When I tell you this story.
Everything made sense to me.
It was all narrowed down to a time frame no longer than the time it takes to microwave a pizza.
I was gone longer than an hour,
I was gone forever.
And now I am back,
Trying you pick up the pieces.
When you let your subconscious write for you, with no edits.
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