ESCAPISM

Escapism is the icing on the cake of my pieces!

Mentor for all ages
Kindness in stages
Pretends to be one of the greatest sages
In the loudest brands
Spats out his commands

"Take out the sheets," he shouts with a throat of mucus and sin

I, with my uncontrollable passion
Knocking on my door with acclamation
Placing my world , in a happy and sweet tasting sensation
Ignoring his orders
Imagining large , cemented borders

Riots grew louder and louder within my brain
"This rhymes goes here.."
"...no!!"
"The grammar is wrong!"
"The period gets to be spaced five times for dramatic effect!"
"Throw the damn work into the trash!"

The war goes on from there.
Blood splattering on the walls.
young men violently fall.
Praying on their knees to God to protect his earns and all.

My pencil grows tired and weary
For the lead can not go
Yet my hand and mind attack the wooden sword
Spinning in its own merry-go-round
Its pride, its strength, plunges to the ground.

The pitiful pencil follows its leaders and forever goes silent

"Listen, Mrs. Spade!" He croaks.

His voice curls, spins and twirls around me like..like..the clear blue ocean with an overwhelming smell and taste of salt.

The ancient sage
fades away
And I, float away on a boat sailing refusing to stay
In the dusted room of depression and anxiety

Listening to the seagulls...
Listening to the sea...
Rocking back and forth...
Back and forth..
Remembering the lovely lullaby my mother used to sing .

Author's Note

To be honest, I am a terrible student academically because of my distracted self. I write all the time in my binders & I can't seem to stop!!!

Reviews

[The Nude Writer]

Just like me in school! I was always writing and doodling and I would get so mad at all the rules! Love this.