Lunatic

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…

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[apennylate]

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...

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much Silente :)

[apennylate]

Very welcome, AB... Also, I am going to probably continue to steal your music if it continues to be such excellent writing material...

[Ana B.]

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

[apennylate]

Thank you...! It all ready has...

[Island Hippy]

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

[Ana B.]

Thank you for the wonderful words, sweet Izzy :)

[duff]

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.

[Ana B.]

Thank you for saying so Duff :)

[duff]

You're welcome Ana:)

[Rassoul]

Such an amazing poem, Ana.

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

[Ana B.]

Thank you for the lovely words Rassoul :)

[Chris]

The eyes are starving, but the soul remains trapped. Love it, each line has beauty independent of the entire piece.

[Ana B.]

Thank you Chris :)

[Kathryn Smith]

This is very well penned and I could relate to it! I love this writing! I love your work Ana.

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much Kathryn :)

[Kesha]

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

[Ana B.]

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

[Kesha]

You're welcome :)

[Einstein Noodle]

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.

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much for the wonderful words :)

[Abhishek Asthana]

very thoughtful piece from ur side... nicely written ana :)

[Ana B.]

Thank you :)

[Jes' Pi]

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

[Ana B.]

Thank you dear :)