Inspiration strikes by lifeisunderrated, literature
Literature
Inspiration strikes
Inspiration strikes.
Heart hammers harder,
And hands heat up.
Dizzy euphoria strikes.
Thoughts scream out,
Ink seeps out,
The soul streams out.
What's left behind,
For others to find,
Laughing release,
A masterpiece
forms:
A piece of the master.
Heart beating faster
Consciousness flows.
Direct inject inspiration.
A song the trigger.
Pen pressing harder,
Lines getting stronger.
Devine design?
No.
Prowess of the mind.
Millennia defined.
The calculated chaos,
Lying on the page.
Some see insanity,
You see a stage.
Stargaze
Sick of sunlight.
Sit quietly, stoically waiting.
Stars march into the sky.
Soldiers of light staring back,
Shimmering silently.
Wide eyes dilated
Countless specks glitter.
Diamond flecks superimposed
Against a dream-inducing sky.
Standing alone, a single soul.
staring deep into the darkness.
Autumn Rising
Revel in the sweet-smelling
pseudo death
passing pleasantly
between trees.
Leaves fall- bowing
before the trees feet.
Standing on the valley side,
amid the everchange.
See the stoic evergreen
oblivious to the orange
explosion unfolding
in slow motion.
An autumn morning
The world seems tired.
Antique
Walk of the Insomniac by lifeisunderrated, literature
Literature
Walk of the Insomniac
Walk of the Insomniac
Smile sardonically.
But dont choke
on the strained laugh
that escapes with the smoke.
Nicotine dilutes those
dream-heavy nights
leaving an oh so sweet
sting in the mind.
The shotgun spatter
pattern of thought
tears gray matter.
There you sit,
looking like a lime:
bitter and green with envy
towards those who sleep soundly.
Again, not soon enough,
darkrise brings silence and
those movement mocking shadows.
Blanket all thought in
a nicotine smokescreen.
Dont scream.
Torn between love and hate
leaning towards the latter.
A slave to the necessary
unconsciousness
needed to survive.
M
My mind is confined,
By things done behind in time.
Living on a loop feed. Déjà vu.
Swirling sickly,
Sinking swiftly,
In a pool of gray apathy.
Staring at my coagulated fate,
Life rushes by at an alarming rate.
Break the chain, end the pain.
Finally free
Of the warped window
Blurring my vision. Now shattered.
Realization pours through too late.
Silently screaming, careening
Into sickly blue-black oblivion.
Time stops, suddenly caught.
Stray thoughts escape.
Your penultimate mistake
Illuminates looming destruction as
The fragile façade falls apart.