PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

My pen is the only reality

I have, in a world of illusions.

They say I'm a poet

As I spill my mind's guts

Through poetic expression of emotion

Which they call poetry...

But many times I feel as if

I'm missing everything that matters,

As I stand in the middle

Of the road less traveled

Seeing life as a metaphor

Felling as repugnant as stagnant water

In my garbage disposal.

And dysfunctionally speaking,

No one said it was supposed to be easy...



And I find myself

Holding my last breath

Trying to figure out what happens,

When what you think

Isn't  what you thought.

But soon enough we'll understand

That life begins where it ends

And ends where it begins...

And that there are intangible

Obscenities, necessary for it's existence.

So put your dreams away

For another day,

Because nature has it's way

As we are tossed into a trap

That only death can save us from.

So there's no need to continue

On that terrifying trip to freedom

Trying to completely master the art of

Wishful thinking.

Because the greatest trick ever pulled

Was the illusion of a reality.