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Luna Lima Aug 2017
As I lay dying
A boy sits in chair with phone
Paying me no mind
A haiku about a boy not paying attention to the surrounding world.
Clive Blake Jul 2017
Let me sail away forever,
Let me cast off from the shore,
Let the swirling mists engulf me,
Till reality rules no more,
Let me sail the mighty oceans,
Let me pass by cliffs anew,
Let me navigate a passage
Through the rolling veil of blue,
Let my anchor never hold me,
Let my sails always billow out,
Let me sail away forever, and
May I never turn about.
Hannah Jones Jul 2017
i.
When I reminisce,
I am reminded why I
mentally escaped.

ii.
My life was a cage.
I used fantasy to dream
of being better.

iii.
Magic, combat, love-
These were the key elements
to my ideal life.

iv.
I wanted to fight,
to wield power, strength, and heart
against any foe.

v.
To be the beauty
worthy of being fought for
was something I craved.


vi.
I wanted to be
the one who inspired men
to be better selves.

vii.
Wizardry I loved.
Bending elements at will
would have been sublime.

viii.
Characters and plots
so much better than my life
were a drug to me.

ix.
Living in my head
was the only way I could
secure happiness.

x.
Nostalgia's a *****-
when I look back I see why
these holes were filled so.


xi.
Growing up is hard.
Looking back on a hard life
can be more painful.
Apparently I was very busy last night.

Home was lonely growing up. There was more than one occasion when I prayed to be transformed, to go back in time, to live as anyone but myself. I'm thankful to live a life devoid of necessary escapism; reminiscing brings such a poignant sorrow.
Today, today it is always today.
Never leaving my side nor allowing
my lids to rest their tension.
To hide from the always now,
the unrequited  thoughts.
Beliefs I never knew I had.
Within the seasons of the self,
standing in the shadow of my mind.

Away, away, please do not stay.
Give me tomorrow or yesterday,
Images and dreams of greater or new.
Visions of joy, structures of wax.
To follow the mind of the season.
Give me fact-free fantasy's
folly and fancies.

But:
today,today it's always today!
Always here to keep tomorrow away.
Aleah Apr 2017
Do you feel the urge,
To go new places,
See beautiful things,
And fresh faces,
I dream of feeling,
The surface of the earth,
Around the world,
And knowing my worth,
Falling into new waters,
From the ocean to the sea,
Wrapped in liquid comfort,
Where it's good to be me,
I want fresh air,
To strike my cheeks,
And leave color in my face,
That'll last for weeks,
But mostly,
I just want to feel free,
Where nobody knows who I am,
And it's okay to be me.
Damian Murphy Mar 2017
No wardrobe, no rabbit hole do I need
If it is to escape this world I look....
I just go to the library and read,
Where I can escape in a world of books.
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