It pulls all light into its darkness,
alleviating pain,endless.
ones fall into abyss ,that swallows blight,
thought that set life alight.
Shields the mind from cruel affliction,
to consign the alienation,
it pulls into abyss of illusion.
I placed all my bets on it working out
paced round my room throwing clothes all around
read into every message, made up my own signs
before we’d even met, in my head, he was mine
Constructed an image, put together piece by piece
when it didn’t match up, I left my hope on the street
He was so well mannered, so docile and kind
I just couldn’t see him with his hands in mine
I make this mistake most every time
planning futures and placing moments before the start of our time
How do I let go of my intense dreaming
because it’s to blame for that sinking feeling
I can’t find an off switch
it starts as soon as I see someone even glimpse
in the direction of me
I hope when he’s here I act differently
living just in the moment not living for what could be
You saw yourself fade
Stuck in the midst of it all
Yet you still continued
Got stabbed with a blade
Got played like a ball
On your knees you fell
You knew it was hell
Yet you still continued
You failed to say your weakest Goodbye
Because you were promised Dubai
Placed your bet on illusions
Instead of performing ablutions
And bidding farewell to all the pain, insults and being taken for granted
Youthful airs come and gone
turning heads for all the wrong reasons
painfully desperate to attract attention
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
It was the perfect romance but it wasn’t real now I have to hold myself accountable for the things I feel and weed out what wasn’t real to heal
Settling into a meadow brought about mellow flows of green and yellow assembled by memories they float freely on the breeze glimmering clearly off the trees lay reflections of memories like frailed Braille burnt on my mind my life looks back ancestral eyes look down on me through me and within me the realization of life before here and after here becomes crystal clear the land changes without fear the veil that once covered my eyes filling my life with lies has been removed so I set forth on this new land no longer tasseled by the lies distributed by media's eyes I am free to be
As heading down the streets of Paris,
I sensed the guitar strings resonating the air
somewhere behind my ears.
Leaves fell twirling around as if,
autumn started a bit early this year.
The foggy road didn't allow any lights to pass through it
except for the one in the 'Scarlet Red' .
Was the nature romanticising around?
Or was it just my another delusional world dawned?
My heart became a bit tachy, skipping a beat or more
and the eyes just forgot to blink in the flow !
In the vastness of the Heavens/
Where shadows twist and sway/
God sits upon His throne/
Craving praise everyday/
A delusional narcissist/
In robes of iron clad might/
Condemns the soul's below/
To eternal, fiery night/
He whispers of love/
Yet rules with an iron fist/
Demanding blind devotion/
A sadistic, twisted tryst/
Freedom of choice/
A mirage in His cruel game/
For seeking higher power/
We are shackled in His name/
How can love and tyranny/
Dwell in one divine embrace/
A God who craves glory/
Yet condemns the human race/
Tripping on insanity/
In His quest for adoration/
He damns those who refuse/
To eternal condemnation/
In fires below/
Where His wrath does reside/
Lies the truth of His nature/
The Devil in disguise/
A sadistic puppet master/
With traits so dark and grim/
God be tripping on insanity/
And we're all bound to him/
Trip, trip, trip, tripping on insanity/
It's an illusion
Says the teacher
Not all you see
Are reality
Many are delusional
It only makes you emotional.
People deceiving people
People believing void
Words without actions
It's all delusional
A propaganda
Taking wrong for right.
Like a old saying
Ain't all that glitter is gold
Not everything you hear is true
Not all you seek, you'll find
Don't let them mislead you
Always trust your instincts
By acting from your awareness.
Dumbfounded, I am.
How come nothing happened,
But I was torn like everything ended.
Nothing happened, so was it all in my head?
Delusional, was I?
My fault, but why?
I hoped for all your lies.
You made me think that it was you and I.
Never say it was you being friendly.
And it was my fault for thinking overly.
When the truth came out,
I felt the heavy rainfall across the sky
Even when I see no rain, the birds fly.
I see darkness in the daylight,
And see the stars no longer bright.
My fault, so don’t be sorry.
My fault for being this way.
I just thought I was finally loved,
When you said you don’t love her already.
Delusional
We share the same
Birthday!
Wahoo!!!
But William H. Macy
Is NOT
Willam Defoe.
Thank God.
-Gray Squirrel
03-13-2024
A wild green mass
Full of flowers and butterfly's
Full trees, bushes and grass
But then it all dies
A dark, lost world
Polluted beyond repair
A broken underworld
Its sure to give you a scare
The plants all died
They didn't stand a chance
There leaves are brown and dried
Flower petals no longer dance
The world was once beautiful
But some human where delusional
Delusional World
Are we a figment of someone’s imagination or just an idea?
A toy, a game, my mind fills with fear.
Time is a concept, a plan, it’s man’s clock,
Never stops running,
One direction, Tick-Tock.
Weary of their creation, our world, what’s our fate?!
Chaos is the earth, there was always much hate.
What do we do? Keep playing this delusion?
Open your eye’s, it’s time to break the illusion.
Rise for our kind, our war, our fight,
Not going to be easy, as one we are might.
Come together we must, it’s the only decision,
Embrace each other there can be no division.
Our Existence is a lie, there is no deny,
Time to pick up your weapons,
Are you willing to die?
Not alone with this thought, I know this to be true,
It has to be all of us, not just a few.
A woman quite delusional
Believes, beyond the pale,
Obama and her dad were friends
And yes, she went to Yale.
Her son’s employed at Apple
Though he’s only twelve years old
And she’s so convincing when she talks,
Some listeners are sold.
She’s flying to D.C. today
For meetings to attend
As a video consultant;
Oh, the stories never end.
Though looking normal, it is clear
Her mind is not quite right
And if any would dare challenge her,
She’s ready for a fight.
Delusions keep some going,
Though I’ll never understand
How they reach the point reality’s
So far from their command.
Is this nightmare what I embody?
I am stumbling around in my able body.
I insist that this delusion is valid.
I promise I am awake- this fog I can’t shed.
One part of me is liberated.
But the other will never be satiated.
I can understand concepts-
But logic is wavering, nothing makes sense!
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