They forgot to let me out. by temporary-delusion, literature
Literature
They forgot to let me out.
Impressions on the glass,
And blurred faces through the mist,
Leave lonely figures standing,
But markings on a list.
Their walls are full of memories,
A booklet to the past,
This room is darkened, hollowed,
By the shadows secrets cast.
These delusions of insanity
And frightful visions cause
The scars upon my arms,
And the pills inside my drawers.
Grab the glass and sever,
Your human thoughts and fears
To feel the pain and searing
Is to know your mind's still here.
And leave those bottles broken,
Upon the window sill with light
Sorrow cracks the smile,
But shadows charm the night.
Inhale the smoke, surre
Life will come and Love will pass
Nothing gold was made to last
Memory will always fade
Leaving room for brighter days
If measured by the setting sun
Truths and love will stay unknown
Speak to shadows, watch rivers run
Chase the moon into the sun
Spread your soul and fly away
Dream this dream another day
left upon their silken chairs by temporary-delusion, literature
Literature
left upon their silken chairs
And from that wound, my Love; it ran,
From my heart, and through my hand
Dripped among the sandy sun
Mixing most, but leaving some.
The shore and lines and wishes there
Blew around my salt-stained hair
All the sights and sounds and cares
I left upon their silken chairs
Until my soul was light and free
Leaving what was best of me
And breathing in I leapt from life
Took to water, abandoned light
Silence blessed my troubled mind
Finding death is soft and kind
My eyes were left, staring up
At the sun I never loved
My hair was spread and arms were wide
I seemed to dance, with the tide
And clouds and sky through shifting waves
Be
Chase out the Demons by temporary-delusion, literature
Literature
Chase out the Demons
Give me enough to chase out these demons
To banish my thoughts, to calm my fears
Pour me a glass
And fuck all reason
Light up the darkness Shatter these mirrors
I've tried to escape the world and its glory
Easy lies and shadows are all that it's known
So turn up the music
And tell me a story
Shelter the truth; I'm not ready to know
It's not enough to smile and shine through a lifetime
In order to laugh, you must know how to cry
Light up the candles
Close all the curtains
Night has descended, I'll teach you to lie
Break the reflections as they shine from the mirrors
Fuck all things that have never been said
I know that
Passengers of Her Memories by temporary-delusion, literature
Literature
Passengers of Her Memories
Passengers of her memories
Walk shakily down the tracks,
Where trains carrying happiness
Used to rumble through her past
Each step among the broken rail
Leaves footprints in the rust -
Where once the track was golden,
The golden now is dust
Her masses moving forward,
Though there's no direction here,
Are caught within her misery
Consumed by hate and fear
Infected are her memories
Her mind is broken, lost
Her trains, trapped in motion
Her tracks begin to rot
And nothing can reopen
Now empty is her soul
Mind forever broken
Her memories must go.
They forgot to let me out. by temporary-delusion, literature
Literature
They forgot to let me out.
Impressions on the glass,
And blurred faces through the mist,
Leave lonely figures standing,
But markings on a list.
Their walls are full of memories,
A booklet to the past,
This room is darkened, hollowed,
By the shadows secrets cast.
These delusions of insanity
And frightful visions cause
The scars upon my arms,
And the pills inside my drawers.
Grab the glass and sever,
Your human thoughts and fears
To feel the pain and searing
Is to know your mind's still here.
And leave those bottles broken,
Upon the window sill with light
Sorrow cracks the smile,
But shadows charm the night.
Inhale the smoke, surre
Life will come and Love will pass
Nothing gold was made to last
Memory will always fade
Leaving room for brighter days
If measured by the setting sun
Truths and love will stay unknown
Speak to shadows, watch rivers run
Chase the moon into the sun
Spread your soul and fly away
Dream this dream another day
left upon their silken chairs by temporary-delusion, literature
Literature
left upon their silken chairs
And from that wound, my Love; it ran,
From my heart, and through my hand
Dripped among the sandy sun
Mixing most, but leaving some.
The shore and lines and wishes there
Blew around my salt-stained hair
All the sights and sounds and cares
I left upon their silken chairs
Until my soul was light and free
Leaving what was best of me
And breathing in I leapt from life
Took to water, abandoned light
Silence blessed my troubled mind
Finding death is soft and kind
My eyes were left, staring up
At the sun I never loved
My hair was spread and arms were wide
I seemed to dance, with the tide
And clouds and sky through shifting waves
Be
Chase out the Demons by temporary-delusion, literature
Literature
Chase out the Demons
Give me enough to chase out these demons
To banish my thoughts, to calm my fears
Pour me a glass
And fuck all reason
Light up the darkness Shatter these mirrors
I've tried to escape the world and its glory
Easy lies and shadows are all that it's known
So turn up the music
And tell me a story
Shelter the truth; I'm not ready to know
It's not enough to smile and shine through a lifetime
In order to laugh, you must know how to cry
Light up the candles
Close all the curtains
Night has descended, I'll teach you to lie
Break the reflections as they shine from the mirrors
Fuck all things that have never been said
I know that
Passengers of Her Memories by temporary-delusion, literature
Literature
Passengers of Her Memories
Passengers of her memories
Walk shakily down the tracks,
Where trains carrying happiness
Used to rumble through her past
Each step among the broken rail
Leaves footprints in the rust -
Where once the track was golden,
The golden now is dust
Her masses moving forward,
Though there's no direction here,
Are caught within her misery
Consumed by hate and fear
Infected are her memories
Her mind is broken, lost
Her trains, trapped in motion
Her tracks begin to rot
And nothing can reopen
Now empty is her soul
Mind forever broken
Her memories must go.
Is it Time or is it Spider? by superHyperjellyBean, literature
Literature
Is it Time or is it Spider?
Is it time or is it spider?
Such a question to pose.
Simply stated, hour by hour.
It is neither, so far both.
In my mind its easy to mistake.
These small trivial factoids.
Accomplished nothing.
Tick a-tock ticking.
Waking hours spent thinking.
Brain filth wafting, madness speaking.
Which or what, just to pose.
Hell bells sadly (gladly) ringing.
Is it time or is it spider?
Spiders up, time to leave.
Time is here, fiery fiend.
Clicking, ticking legs.
Just once more, just to state.
It is neither, so far both
spending long nights between your arms,
knotted limbs counting the stars,
she'd listen as that car would start.
you drove away, she fell apart.
ticking clocks and dancing trees,
they pass these winter days with ease
but she is left alone to breathe
with no one but herself to bleed.
once there lived a little girl
with matchstick legs and hair that curled.
they watched her shattered heart unfurl
that night she almost outran the world.
she looks in that mirror and what does she see?
empty eyes and nicotine teeth.
doesn't matter they say she's pretty
you're the only one she wanted to please.
so she'll gloss her eyes and trim her h
your marionette girl by princessevahaven, literature
Literature
your marionette girl
i knew a ballerina girl
who turned pirouettes on one strong-boned toe, with
jutted ribs and hipbones that became the perfection I craved.
she taught me of the gap between her thighs,
and how to get it,
the matchstick legs i wanted more than love or money.
i turned to devices that promised to pay me in bones,
watching the numbers tick by with every uneaten morsel
101, 100, 99.
98.
97.
when I wasn't avoiding food, I was stuffing my face,
and turning to the porcelain mouth of the toilet for comfort.
it was only later that I saw that ballerina girl without
her slippers, and saw the blood and bruises,
dripping from her battered toe
Chase out the Demons by temporary-delusion, literature
Literature
Chase out the Demons
Give me enough to chase out these demons
To banish my thoughts, to calm my fears
Pour me a glass
And fuck all reason
Light up the darkness Shatter these mirrors
I've tried to escape the world and its glory
Easy lies and shadows are all that it's known
So turn up the music
And tell me a story
Shelter the truth; I'm not ready to know
It's not enough to smile and shine through a lifetime
In order to laugh, you must know how to cry
Light up the candles
Close all the curtains
Night has descended, I'll teach you to lie
Break the reflections as they shine from the mirrors
Fuck all things that have never been said
I know that
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Thanks for the fav! I read some of your poems, I like the way they are written, their fluidness, their emotions and what they are telling. and also, you have some excellent pics!