I feel like I am in a dream And the particles that make me Are vibrating Shifting from solid form Into nothing. Am I a ghost? A stranger smiles my way. I must be real. Unless this is all fake. How do you tell if you’re alive When even pain just feels like a distantContinue reading “What Is Real?”
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Strings
You’ve got me on your strings Isn’t this where you’ve always wanted me? A mindless, boneless puppet I’ll do what you say “Yes, master” “Please, Master” I am your slave. A Picture It & Write inspiration!
Swimming in the Sky
I want to fly I want to swim in the sky Away from the world Away from life ___ Another picture it & write inspiration!
A Poem A Day
A poem a day Keeps the demons at bay Allows the muse to play Changes the sky from gray
Wildest Dreams- Haunted: A Poem
Dark clouds in my head Rain cascades over my ribs Salty and acidic Eroding my bones I am broken Haunted And so far gone lost. I thought this would be a good poem for Wildest Dreams. A little side project I am working on. Read part of it here, a picture-it & write inspiration!
Waking Dream
I’ve never seen green so dark On a tree two-stories tall Catching the rain as it falls. I look through a window Like a TV screen And everything feels fake Including me.
The Cycle
Wind down After a long week Hours slip by One, two, three I never see you [Only in my dreams] And the kisses are few Far in between I want time to stand still With me in your arms Let’s forget about the daily grind Or jobs and our chores I want to stay inContinue reading “The Cycle”
Driving
I guess my problem is I am always looking in the rearview mirror But when I look ahead, the path is unclear. I’m trying I’m trying but the wheel won’t turn I’m screaming I’m screaming to be heard I guess my problem is I always fork left I listen to my gut and not myContinue reading “Driving”
Day At The Lake
The way my body slices through yours The way you slip through my fingers The way your sight arouses my senses The way your touch lets me awaken The way you unlock my inner Mer The way you melt away the suffer The way you and I become one The way I feel empty whenContinue reading “Day At The Lake”
Ode To Sun
Oh sun beating down on me, your kin You make me darker than the original color of my skin But it’s not your effect that I love It’s the warmth that you bring to my heart.
Mercedes Moore 