Illusion; Touch, sound, embrace.

You can make of this whatever you will. I know what the real meaning is, but the best thing about it, is you probably don't.

Unscripted

A conseption of  beauty unsurprassed:

fake

It's illusion, a decision, an angle, a tone

 

A touch, a sound, an embrace:

real

Words lie, Eyes don't.  I could be decieving with every word.

 

A hand clawed against my back, a brush of wind underneathe me

Electrified

Needles of grass shooting up my spine,I seek refuge, in the sky

Your arms are barriers, a trap

I breathe in, try to relax

Mistakes, rage, passion

I turn to the side

We'd surrender it all

for

A touch, a sound, embrace.

 

Author's Note

It's not my best, but its alright.

Reviews

[Wildecat]

A very passionate poem, a definite pleasure to read your poetry.

[Ellie W. Montreal]

I love it!!!
Oh God.. It's so passionate.
It speaks so much for someone who wants to feel love, TRUE love..
& Maybe I love it because I (as a human with functioning emotions) seek true love as well, rather than finding out that what we thought was love isn't.. & Then wondering when we'll experience the real thing, & what's wrong with us, aha.
Excellent work, fantastic!
xx
Ellie.

[Emmaa]

sounds like a hug from someone you truly like
or love. i like it =D

[Rufio The Jedi]

ohlala. this is almost erotic. but i am assuming this is actually a larger metaphor. it's almost as though you are searching for something real, and your trapped in this facade? I'm not sure, i'm still trying to figure it out. but it's brilliant! ha