Just A Fiction
/My entire sense of self
Is supplanted
By that one undefinable feeling
Of a nothingness with substance
A heavy emptiness
Filled
With a choking void…
My entire sense of self
Is supplanted
By that one undefinable feeling
Of a nothingness with substance
A heavy emptiness
Filled
With a choking void…
What would you like from me?
What would you like to see?
Perhaps the perfect child for me to be?
Or perfection for me to embody? …
i drift
away from you
and
from the parts of me
that know i am drifting
only later
do i see
my wake…
There’s something wrong with my head,
Chaos overwhelms when I pull the thread.
Nothing’s real and my rationality’s fled.
When I turn inwards and face the dread.
Mental landmines impact my tread,
Realisations growing like bacteria bred…
He accepts the world as it is
Never asking for much
beyond a smile and a hug.
Unruffled by change,
Volume, voice, or visage.
He embraces you for who you are…
Can’t you hear
My silent screams?
Can’t you see
The rope’s sway?
My head is too heavy
To cradle in your arms
I’m loathe
To drive you away…
I dream of flowing lines,
Of black and red reeds painted upon canvas,
Dripped into life,
Pulled forth from my mind,
The perfect representation…
Eyes meet
A fleeting moment
Futures fractal
Possibilities endless…
Fever dreams
Liberate the mind
Boundless and edgeless
Thoughts flow
Skipping between
Ponds of reality…
Do you love me,
Or just the idea of me?
I may be your ‘dream girl’
But I am real,
And that reality is different
From your fantasy…
A chaotic beauty,
A trusting soul,
Mother’s love for all.
She’s seen things,
And survived worse,
Feeling it all…
contemplating suicide
is a luxury
i can no longer afford
i am blessed
with life’s baggage
weighed down by love…
As elders
We suffer
The pain
Of our pasts
Niggles become nuisance
Ignorance becomes issue
Beauty becomes blemish…
Last night
I dreamt
Of my father’s death
The slow pathetic decline
Of a worthless man
Was reformed into
A noble sacrifice
A resilient stand against oppression
An act to be proud of…
A moment fragmented
Against a lifetime
Of similar moments
A life shattered
Well before it’s time…
What’s the point of trying,
When my efforts leave me crying?
When my thoughts circle dying?
When I think everyone is lying?
What’s the point of trying,
If my bravest act is complying?
If it’s the deepest truths I’m denying?
If even greatness is unsatisfying?…
This is shadow work with a twist.
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