Poetry Blogs (reality)
Glad to hear your voice
Happy to be with you
Always, you're very nice
Whatever you say or do
Lucky, to be your friend
To share you fact and fun
Forever together no end
Shining heart as the sun
Among thousand fans
We're the mates in reality
Sharing act and talks
Hearts believe in Honesty
Wednesday 27th February 2019 11:08 am
Too much reality
can burn a hole
through your soul.
I prefer to temper it
with rose colored glasses,
as you know.
With my glasses on
I can see past the ego
to the wounds at
I can see that the
past, present, and
future are all
created for one purpose
to tell the story
of how we want to
show up in this world.
I can see beyond
Wednesday 23rd January 2019 3:08 pm
What if the hyperreal really isn’t real,
And the news never happened?
Our perceptions are just pixels, photons,
Bits and bytes scattered on a screen.
Gods and monsters both just
Misapprehensions of a troubled mind.
But whose mind is responsible for
The anxiety provoking representation?
Surely some eternal consciousness
Has not conspired to create in y...
Tuesday 15th January 2019 11:15 am
Those few seconds before the new year
when the countdown begins,
my soul soars with so much hope and joy.
When the ball drops at Times Square,
there is a momentary
return to innocence.
As the confetti flies and music fills the air,
I imagine we are a world at peace...
no worries, no violence, no division,
just a few beautiful seconds of clarity and simplicity
Tuesday 1st January 2019 5:37 am
Getting acquainted with the moon
we exchange so many glances
and on my back
a thousand heart-attacks roll past
My fingers beside, cross and uncross
as you sleep, so black
back in the real world
paid up entirely
on your subscription
to actual reality
O would you bring me a souvenir
from the envious depths of endless peace
perhaps a child or a patient nurse
or some cont...
Tuesday 20th November 2018 6:29 pm
Gazing into my eyes with such ferocity
Am afraid I'll melt into a puddle of flesh and bones
The passion like a burning fire behind your eyes
I sadly come back to my personal hell : Reality
When you're down to Earth
1D said you'll know how hard it hurts
They say you know when you're in L-O-V-E
Pepper me with kisses to prove it all
Cliche dates and movie nights
Sunday 15th July 2018 4:23 pm
Thoughts of failure,
Searching for some inner strength.
Spiralling, as emotions start feeling tense.
(Why can’t anyone see she’s broken and needs someone to save her?)
As her skin grows paler,
State of mind fades frailer,
Followed by the random outburst of erratic “unexplainable” behaviour.
She never quite found her saviour, hope gone so she finally picked up t...
Saturday 12th May 2018 1:28 pm
The world wasn't built on fat laziness
But some people are so damn lazy MM
The world wasn't built on false hopes
But some people are fine liars
The world wasn't built on fake cash
But some people are excellent fraudsters
The world wasn't built on blood money
But some people are lethal gangsters
The world wasn't built on unw...
Friday 4th May 2018 4:17 pm
I Never said I was sad
Am just trying to be real
This reality is nothing mundane
I hide my problems well
What I feel is better than what have had
They say loneliness is pain
I say loneliness comes from being alone
After all it can be comforting
My reality is unhealthy but soft
Your reality is dramatic and boxed
I prefer a state of non-existence with lemon than constru...
Thursday 11th January 2018 5:27 pm
With every passing minute a different scene is unveiled.
Each revealing a new dimension, a changing perspective on reality.
The infinitely majestic mountains, covered in their entirety with a thick layer of condensed water.
Power, stability, brut earth force dissapears into the abyss.
While the clouds rule the sky, the mountains are strangers to you and I.
Look around and take in th...
Thursday 5th October 2017 5:20 pm
There exists a time
between sleeping and wake
when only the night owls stir
the street lights flicker to candle light
& nothing but absent thoughts whir.
Reality becomes but a stencil
as the dreamers direct their scape
the black bats cry a warning sound
2 minutes ‘til the curtain calls fate.
As all the possibles become truths -
between broken sparks that are woven together
Tuesday 4th July 2017 11:31 am
Welcome to a place so secret and scarce, where love dwells and people swear.
A place where allusion is key to misleading love and people all around hide from the truth.
Welcome to a place where tennis shoes have thrones and your own shoes carry pillows.
Welcome to a place where boys and girls portray men and women, but the parents don’t know they started the trend.
Welcome to a place w...
Friday 9th June 2017 4:43 pm
It is an anti-climactical relapse into the repression and suppression of life.
You'll be on a cloud of positivity held in the captivity of optimism.
And then as if your minds been hit by a tun of bricks that indicate the euphemism of the candidness of reality.
As you get older you realise that the higher you climb the further it is to fall,
so you get indecisive between the f...
Monday 28th November 2016 8:04 am
It is the assumption that people tend to reflect and contemplate in the dawn of the night
When noones awake to hear the sorrow in your sobs
When it's too dark to see the weakness in your eyes
And your lonliness enables your imprisoned vulnerability to surface
But what happens when this negativity suddenly seep its way into the happenings of your everyday life
When these mor...
Wednesday 16th November 2016 8:36 pm
I’m not a little girl anymore.
I take off my sleeping Beauty costume
and go in.
No more hiding,
No more waiting.
I have no prince to save me.
I wear no golden shield.
No golden sword
To defend myself.
You threaten me.
I hear the drops:
You’re calling me.
My body ...
Saturday 15th October 2016 12:57 am
I drew something today.
it's how I feel,
it all shifted.
it's just a pile of fucked up lines.
I analyzed this thought and realized that it accurately describes my whole life.
Everything I do,
everything I say,
is what I think fits.
What I think is right.
Friday 14th October 2016 6:13 am
Unrequited love is the destruction of the heart
It is walking across an endless desert occupied with faded mirages that show you beauty like never before
Constantly consumed by its wonder, constantly consumed by the despair for your love for it
She is the mirage, you are the lonley aching fool in an endless desert
You are the one slowly suffocating by the boundless intesity of what you...
Tuesday 27th September 2016 5:03 pm
It cuts deep within,
Its' touch gentle and soft.
It barks and howls,
Its' voice lovely and calm.
Its' thoughts are demeaning,
Its' love unconditional.
Its' presence a weight,
Pride churned in the ridicule.
It beats you to your knees,
But your kneecaps don't agree.
You stand on your feet,
While the blades stab in deep.
The scars show malformity,
Yet the face shows ever delight.
Monday 25th April 2016 5:39 am
I don't know what he's saying
But reality keeps fading
I see no sense in those speeches
Maybe because no word of his reaches
The spirit slips away
The sounds arround transform into waves by the bay
Am I dead yet ? I don't think so
It's my imagination that want's me to bow
Bow down from its power
like I am a little coward
I am asleep in a concious body
Wednesday 28th October 2015 3:01 pm
I really wanna dream,
but i don’t wanna sleep.
No, I don’t wanna feel,
Yes, I want you to leave.
I was so far away,
hidden in my dream.
Whole world is covered grey
and I can’t stay in here.
I want my colours back,
fly between blue clouds.
‘Cause grass shouldn‘t be black,
I know without all doubts.
It’s not because of me,...
Monday 21st September 2015 9:07 pm
stark organic matter
excreting tastes of life
tied to a cycle
destined to a path
seen by none
the rules of competition
forever consumed by the glory
light to light
de come possed
Thursday 26th March 2015 4:47 pm
Reality proves daunting
bit tricky to comprehend
Rigidity seldom sustains
must learn aptly to bend
Time plays a role pivotal
in forging future ahead
For your cup to be fullest
or empty if deem instead
Thursday 18th September 2014 9:49 am
Today I got up in the morning
Before the dawn
And watched the spring
Dressed in a beautiful gown
Passing to summer its crown.
I opened my door wide
To watch the summer like a bride
Accepts her sister’s presents.
The moment of love and peace,
The moment of happiness
I would love to seize.
The moment of sadness
I would love to cease.
I walked to...
Sunday 1st June 2014 8:33 pm
(not) painting a Carr’s water-biscuit box
George looked at me, in an all-knowing way, and said
“paint what you see”
as he handed me a Carr’s water-biscuit box
it’s blue, I thought, and boring,
but I took it away and set it on a table
in luke-warm autumn sunlight
after a while, I had a rough oil pastel sketch
that I thought was quite accomplished
I had caught the slight sheen from th...
Wednesday 26th February 2014 5:01 pm
The curtains a cocoon
which I have outgrown
though I dare not venture out
my wings maimed
by an internal eternity.
Some days they open
as the sunlight shines
and snow falls
yet it remains a parallel world
a door to an unfamiliar universe
Even inside plates pile up
like a porcelain possum
Monday 21st January 2013 1:36 pm
that wise bard once quoth
“more things in heaven and earth”
never words truer
the merest seventeen percent
what terror lies hid in that
lost four score and three
those tricks of the night
must need more fearful attention
with chances so high
hides nature in majority
one day ascendant
perhaps we are yet
Monday 3rd September 2012 12:38 am
nobody nor nothing is real
for you are never truly gone
just no longer assembled
in the correct order of atoms
to make any further sense of
so they can’t be real
Monday 3rd September 2012 12:16 am
Mornin' on the desert, and the wind is blowin' free,
the elements have freedom,
but what about me?
Trailing from bar to bar
like new age saloons,
why's it so hard
just to find me a home?
I keep on wandering,
wondering where's my milk and honey?
People sippin' on moonshine
or as some call it money.
Mornin' on the desert, and the ...
Sunday 15th April 2012 5:18 pm
Wednesday 15th February 2012 10:26 am
Sitting with shutter eyes,
Thinking of all the left behind
Children sleeping in the park,
Biting their lips and wondering
What a warm house smells like.
That double-glazing man walks
Around the house again,
And I think about all those
Men walking round in circles,
In places they’ve never been.
And the warm feeling sl...
Monday 5th September 2011 2:45 am