Lunatic

Lunatic

A Poem by Ana B.

Wake up, darling

From this life written on draft.

The eyes are starving

But the soul remains trapped…

 

And on this path towards demise

That we achingly call life

It’s hard to see through the disguise

Of sweet promise on the tip of the knife

 

That drips and forms the river

That lavishly feeds the illusion

Of this draft, lacking in rigor

Inevitably reaching the occlusion;

 

And then in the last second

I realize I should write sometimes, not just read…

There is no better weapon

Than to think you’re awake while deep asleep…

 

 

 

 

  


 Dreaming Amber

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


© 2017 Ana B.



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Ana B.

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Darling I am starving from the lack of rigor... Promises at the end of sweet knives... The end... The weapon of controlling our subconscious... Incredibly penned...

Posted 1 Year Ago


Silente

1 Year Ago

Very welcome, AB... Also, I am going to probably continue to steal your music if it continues to be .. read more
Ana B.

1 Year Ago

haha, of course! i hope it will inspire you as it inspired me :)
Silente

1 Year Ago

Thank you...! It all ready has...
Aloha Ana, I love the title you chose for this piece, the writing gives a beautiful twist on the word. Which for me conjures something manic or even frantic. I love how strangley dark & dreamy the mood is, the image and music are perfect... haunting. I especially loved the last stanza, I'm so glad this did not remain in draft. Izzy

Posted 1 Year Ago


Ana B.

1 Year Ago

Thank you for the wonderful words, sweet Izzy :)
There is crazy depth to this. To read it once isn't enough. You can go back read it again and have a different thought process than before. Beautiful and challenging. A pleasure to read. Nice work.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Ana B.

1 Year Ago

Thank you for saying so Duff :)
duff

1 Year Ago

You're welcome Ana:)
Such an amazing poem, Ana.

And I love the photo, video you upload with your poems, it gives me chills while I'm reading.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Ana B.

1 Year Ago

Thank you for the lovely words Rassoul :)
The eyes are starving, but the soul remains trapped. Love it, each line has beauty independent of the entire piece.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Ana B.

1 Year Ago

Thank you Chris :)
This is very well penned and I could relate to it! I love this writing! I love your work Ana.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Ana B.

1 Year Ago

Thank you very much Kathryn :)
Wow i really liked that closing line a lot!

to think you’re awake while deep asleep

Don't you hate that? I know I have had dreams where when I wake up i wish it had all been true! Nicely penned :D

Posted 1 Year Ago


Ana B.

1 Year Ago

haha, i know what you mean :) Thank you Kesha
Kesha

1 Year Ago

You're welcome :)
ooooooo so cool! closing lines are superb says i! life is ironic no doubt .. your poem kind of skirts its seeming futility ... yet there is an awakening .. one must tend to the writing eh!? tragic if trapped in a draft .. i like your poem a lot! nice job!
E.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Ana B.

1 Year Ago

Thank you very much for the wonderful words :)
very thoughtful piece from ur side... nicely written ana :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


Ana B.

1 Year Ago

Thank you :)
The poem is WOW. And I really love the song. Amazing :).

Posted 1 Year Ago


Ana B.

1 Year Ago

Thank you dear :)

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