There is no light to
Show the way home
And there is no place for you to
Sleep.
There are no hands on my back
To tell me what to do –
I will not obey.
I should not obey.
And I lie. Like you.
The strangled words are
Nowhere to be seen,
But then again,
So are we.
Breathe again.
There is no smile. Not even eyes.
Not even him.
He doesn’t know that I lie
Like he does
Now.
He doesn’t
Know that when he’ll wake up
It will be another
Sweet illusion.
This is imagination.
This is the lie I warned you for.
There is no light to guide the way home,
And there’s no place for you to sleep.
Yet another sleepless night.
Yet another pointless smile.
This is the
Imagination and I lay here
Nowhere to be seen.
The illusion he wakes
Up to – why do you laugh?
You laugh to keep
It real. To crush
This irony. Another pointless face.
He waved illusions around
Me, and I fell asleep.
Too many times.
We’re terrible people.
Like you
I break promises and wave
These words around you
To make us both believe
This imagination.
If only I could stop this.
If only it would have a point.
Another sleepless night
With another pointless face.
There is no light here
And there’s no place for you to sleep.
Repeat after me.
Look, a poem! A good poem? A bad poem? Or just a sign that there’s a need for drama?
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Dambreaker
/ March 3, 2014awesome poem
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/ March 3, 2014Thanks ๐
Dambreaker
/ March 3, 2014Absolutely
NotAPunkRocker
/ March 3, 2014I liked it..
If it came from a need for drama, it was well-written ๐
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/ March 3, 2014Thanks! I really wanted to be a drama queen about this, so yeah, a poem came along then…
El Guapo
/ March 3, 2014A good poem.
Sounds like a story of a very disappointing relationship, about someone who lost someone else’s trust.
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/ March 3, 2014That’s actually quite close, yes! Well done *applausse*
El Guapo
/ March 3, 2014It’s your writing that made it clear.
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/ March 3, 2014There were moment when even I didn’t know what I was saying though! And when I read it now, it sounds vague.
But vagueness can be good as well. And it’s nice to see you got the point without a clear explanation. Actually, that makes my day :D.
El Guapo
/ March 3, 2014๐
Lily
/ March 4, 2014Very nice poem. I always respect people that can write poetry since I definitely cannot!
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/ March 4, 2014But you can write about tea! That’s very impressive :).
gingerfightback
/ March 4, 2014Great structure and pace. Sad subject matter. Break Up?
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/ March 4, 2014The ’cause’ of this pome was the fact that I shouldn’t trust people that easily, that I shoudn’t give in to them.
But of course you can read it the way you want :).
editalozovska
/ March 4, 2014A good poem because it describes reality.
Especially this part:
“You laugh to keep
It real. To crush
This irony. Another pointless face.”
This is so real, it almost hurts.
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/ March 4, 2014Though I don’t mean to hurt I do see this as a compliment!
But yes, unfortunately it’s true…
editalozovska
/ March 7, 2014It totally is a compliment!
Nicole Marie
/ March 9, 2014Bravo!!!
“The strangled words are
Nowhere to be seen,
But then again,
So are we.”
Absolutely LOVE those lines.
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/ March 9, 2014Coming from a writer like you, that’s absolutely flattering! ๐ Thank you!