My Other World

In life I believe we all have ways of escape from the life we live. Anime, Music, Drawing, Games, Sex, Drugs, Love, Pain,even Poetry .. I consider these ways of escape, worlds because when involved in them mentally we are in another world.

So write a poem about the world you escape to and how you feel being in that world compared to the one you actually live in.

This is my first time holding a competition and i can't wait to read everyones poems.
Thankyou and Goodluck :)

It's Really Nothing.

These are my feelings, right?
It's all for him but can I feign it for me...
Melodramatic melody swells in my ears
Flooding my curled body; Pitiful and well aware.
"The sea wants to take me, the knife wants to slit me."
Well that's a thought not foreign
Earphones but you can hear across the room
and everything tips from the top of the brain
I'm floating through sad british pop, idolized a few too many times.

way to set the bar high great poem thankyou for joining

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     < waving my Hands >
     
     ability to construct flying machines
     out of
     thread and loose wire
     out of
     old sheets and hope
     
     i climb aboard and look down on
     whatever needs looking down on
     
     up
     
     i fly up
     
     i disappear
     
          - - -

i enjoyed this thankyou for joining

Ecarg, My Kingdom

Flashes of lights
Land of Ecarg, illuminated
by blossoms
of magic dusts
that floats down
to the purple ground

Edan, my prince alight
his glistening silver unicorn
kiss my hands my mouth
and helps me onto the back
of the bucking stallion
towards the golden sky

we float we fly
Our laughter rending the silence
of the bursting universe
roils of colours as
it starts to make a world
a big pretty yellow one

Burst of colours
Peals of happy laughter
bathing maidens
splashing the galants
rainbow coloured birds
sing, with dancing cicadas

My Kingdom, the land of Ecarg,
With strokes of my pen, I open the gates
of my swirling world of giggles
and laughter and love
Of fun, games and harmony
A land where lions lay
with the antelope...!

Very impressive and creative thankyou :)

While I daydream
I create schemes
A world where my dad burns
Where my enemies' graves turn
The only place I'll ever learn
To be at peace
To my mind at ease
The world where flames exist everywhere
All around, smoked, polluted air
A world where I can torture
Instead of being tortured
Where I can just look at my little sister and scorch her
It's also dark, yes so dark
Full of demons
Each demon is full of some section of my pain
One of them is insane
One is schizophrenic, one is always to blame
And the other one is sadistic
And the last one?
Oh he's bipolar and ballistic.
They're all a portion of my existence
They hold my pain for me
They help me feel at peace in the world.

My world consists of
a few empty pages in a notebook
without margins and a half
used black fountain pen.

Visiting


I visit this place again,
this featureless black expanse.
The place that reveals to me
only hints of its nature.
At times, there have been
two prostrate steel monolithic
girders - I think - that caught a glimpse
of some foreign light, catching only
the alien corners of these colossal
darkened edifices.
Drilled, they appear, through an
unrecognisable wall,
and stretching perpetually
towards an endless horizon
of black, still.

Other times, in the gargantuan black,
I do not perceive visually,
but become aware of a
breathing titan,
not human, featureless.
An object that presents the
definition of fear.
Yet the polyphemic item
does not stir terror in me.
It merely exists, here,
in this endless chasm,
incomprehesible,
is it alive?
Larger than sound,
taller than the sky
and blacker than nothing.

Other times, shapeless forms
swim in this void.
But mostly there is emptiness,
a void of total darkness.

This place is visited by me,
secretly.
Struck back by the divine energy
of a lone climactic spasm
in an empty house.
Between consciousnesses,
the herculean blackness before a still coma.
In the smoke of a thousand exotic spirits,
filling my lungs and throat, the blackness lives.

I want it all to disapear
The light the shades, the blunt
Damn spear
Spare me a life of pain
Charged in killing everyone
With my own insanity
In an imaginary world
Where I only write
I don't feel
I don't try
I only breathe
And write of what I think I should be feeling
What I should be doing
How I'm supposed to handle it
and How I'm not to die

And then I'll draw it
Sketch it along my arm
as you do, everyone does it
It's not original anymore
to the point I now
Must find new things to engrave
New ways to escape
More paths left to pave
No following veins down their neverrending trail
to where my arteries connect
And my heart can't not fail
Suicides predictable
In anyones meaning of the word

So now I must dream
It's all written, it's all in front of me
In black and white
None of it shall become reality
So I must reach into my self concious to find it
Too bad I'm not allowed drugs anymore
Since I fell
And pelted my head to the floor
I should've known better than to want to create my own world

When its more fucked up than the real one, who knew that was even possible?

I Have Been Away

I have been away,
but I haven’t been far.
That isn’t to say
I’ve not forgotten who you are.

Some journeys take time
while others take a toll;
mine occur in the state of mind
where reality has worn a hole.

There! Did you not notice at all?
While shedding my protective outer skin,
I scrambled up and over the garden wall,
and was just then up – and off again!

Hoisting my rod high, directing my conquest
over the primrose
per the water hoses request.
It was a good lashing and a bloody nosed
mark on their permanent record at best.

Flaccidly now I take a well earned rest
for it’s that shady time of day
when the sun does launch it’s protest
at the Elm for blocking it’s way.

And with much grumbling,
branches sway making a path through the canopy
allowing the rays to come rumbling
through attracting the dust particles…..and me.

Onto this stage I appear
the spot light showing brightly all around,
as the heat burns away my fears.

I stand patiently, motionless on my mark for hours,
each day waiting for the transference to begin.
My stamen uncurling, I become a blossoming flower,
rising in full glory, while I slowly spin.

Then in the soft hush of the eve
I recognize the council coming to lead me
to the safe confines their physicians weave.
As they respectfully salute my flag; I curtsey.

Marching with honor guard at my side,
I’m lead blissfully to the sliding glass doors,
where they pull the curtains aside
and I step into your graces once more.

For I have been away,
but I haven’t been far.
That isn’t to say
I’ve not forgotten who you are.

Some great poems here thankyou everyone for joining

In my world, I see
trees of green
birds who sing
rivers that flow
mountains that bring
grass and rock.

In my world
the air is crisp
the water is sweet.

Silence is
is easily found.

Hiking up this
trail
and mound.

OctoberArts, may I enquire, how many entries we are permitted to post?