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Bonnie Reina Jul 2018
My future was a fog
Misguided interpretations of
Success and happiness
Unfulfilled dreams
My life was not what it seemed
A gap between the seams
The bridge, missing in between

One day i came across a string
Held it in my hands,
felt my heart begin to sing
Pulled it all together,
The seams and in between

Tied a knot at the end,
Nothing would prepare me for this.
What i had seen,
forever, i had missed
It was you, my love
Frozen in time,
with just one kiss.
I had found happiness,
Found success in your bliss.

Now life had meaning
You and me, forever.
I had visions and dreams
That were once clear, not ever
The fog had lifted
I'll let go, never.
Let's take on this world
You and me, together.
a true story; a written collection from every single fiber of the heart.
How to guess in spirit guide?
Transcend the flesh and human pride,
A thought to bless and worlds abide,
The vortex of the frequent tide,
In the Empty hex of vacuums glide
Reflexive busts and booms to ride,
Protects, trusts, assumes inside,
As steady states swing side to side,
Flux in rates were left aside,
Beyond where long run deltas hide,
Stochastic oracles derived
Visions of new ways to thrive,
Not contained in quo's and bounds so tried
Where fears of unknowns have died.
Mary-Eliz May 2018
blooming white
over
verdant pines

that breathe
a shimmery mist

clouds offer

a moment
a handful

of happiness

above
mauve topped
ridges

shining
gently

like
a beloved child

the blue earth stops
to see
birds smile

rivers
weep with joy

and
arms embrace
MC Escano May 2018
Many days without a muse, whatever shall I do?
Too long away from heart and sans a point of view
The sunrise has been glorious as the sunset strikes me numb.
Not mourning our final screams into censorship
And strike a chord that gives a voice to verses now in me.

I close my eyes and see much more than sight can ever see.
Colors swirl behind my lids and rainbows, vividly.
Butterflies, a ship of clouds glides by
Howling in the wilderness breaking through the sky
Hanging like a scimitar suspended in the sky,
As mind is far more visual into an endless four walls still sight.

Whispering blues, the height within
A troublesome mind, trampling songs from afar
Struggling to breathe, I lie waiting not to.
Thoughts are embedded tightly in a jar
To endless voices mock me; crush, break me
But I refuse to listen a strength rises
Something I wouldn't have believed
And now I was ready to fight those dementia.
I knew I wasn't alone.

If I could love the limping ugly afraid part of me
That I drag through the mud and thorns
If I could let the transparent clawing, screaming silhouette speak
Instead of kicking it into the utmost peak
If I could put my deepest human essence onto paper for everyone to see

Then.
Then, let these new visions be free.
I don't know what I make. and I know that I'm a bad writer with these scrambled thoughts. Forgive me. :(
Mary-Eliz Apr 2018
talismen
           align
               'neath onyx skies
                         lift
                           crystal *****
                                     filled with
                                                visions
    ­                                                   of
                                         magic,
                        malevolence
             musings
alchemy
               creates
                       golden chalices
                                                to hold
                                           the wine
                                 of illusion
                    sorcerers
             casting
spells
      pixies
             sprinkling
                               dust
                                       spiders spinning
                                  orbs
             whose gossamer
threads
                      capture tales
                                           of
             ­                                    kings
                       ­                                      castles
                   ­                            princesses ~
                                 wizard wands
                         meander
               across
the night sky's
                     wilderness
                              rearranging stars
                                               into patterns
                                                        ­   to be read
                                                as words ~
                            cryptic languages
                        wishing
                 insight
              into
mysteries
            opaque
         ­               clouded
                                      hidd­en
                                                    locked
   ­                                       within
                                  soldiers
                   and samurai
seek the key
                 while dragons
                                      breathe
                  ­                                   flames
                                                          ­ of  passion
                                                    ­     into
                                      the cauldron
                              that lights
                     the banks
of a river
              of dreams
                        cliffs rise
                                along the edge
                                     casting shadows
                            that plunge deep
                         to nightmares
                 hearts climb
and fall again
                   caught by
                                      the jagged edges
                                                           ­     of love
                                                  and bitter
                                    melancholy
           ­              climb and fall
                  again
bewitched,
                beguiled
                         becharmed
                                        by incantations
                                     to
                   the moon
goddess
Devin Ortiz Mar 2018
Oh star child, oracle divine
Help me decipher these visions of mine

So vibrant and vivid
It seems I'm committed
To madness

Work your magic
Read the heavens
Or the skies
Do you see truth
Or is it demise.

I beg you dreamwalker,
Seer of wonder and youth.
Bend my lost and fevered mind.
Azrapse Nov 2017
Visions of my past
replayed so vivid
  I used to purposely lack sleep
so I can immerse myself
Into the world so livid
Learned how to
Lucid dream
Making anything possible
all it took was a thought
like magic it appeared
but just cause it shined
didnt mean it was  gold
I couldn’t control my mind
It took its own route
I used to be so optimistic
Till I spent countless days in my own mind
Now every time I bounce back to reality
Im pessimistic
Nothing can compare
to the world Ive seen
in my own mind
That thought sprout a seed
now every dream I dream
this flower of doom continues to bloom
And everytime I sleep
These toxic dreams keep haunting me
all my struggles
fears and demons seemlessly intertwined
into my escape from reality
no more fantasies
welcome to planet nighmare
365 days a year
Let me know what you think
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