The Official ATS Poetry Thread

I should never have left my home
But I got sucked in by the beautiful scenery
And didn't see the snakes hiding in plain sight
I never should have left my home.

a reply to: Skid Mark

Home is where the heart is...

a reply to: Skid Mark

Sorry double post

a reply to: Quantum12
Yes it is.

Out of Body

I walk through walls when I travel
To a midnight blood orange sky
Iridescent raindrops in soft motion
All discerned with my third eye

The astral world is tranquil
But not everything is as it seems
Creatures with out heads are hiding
Inside articulated trees

Madly twirl to change the scenery
Watch as fish swim in venetian glass
Jump as high as painted mountain tops
Then rest on undulating grass

Weightless flights to brilliant Luna
Imagination guides the course
The realm of out of body
A thread embroidered to our source

Crazy Donald Trump
Is just a little weasel
Unlike Hillary Clinton
Who is just evil

Quietly sit, focus on your breathing
when air comes in and when leaving
The rise and the fall of your chest
Remembering without forgetting's a test.
Bring your mind back, your breath the focus,
and maybe then a thousand petal lotus

Wishing for death to come 'fore tomorrow,
A sea of despair into which I have strayed.
I drown myself with eighty-proof sorrow.
With all of these memories refusing to fade.

Hoping that my soul's soon released.
Life, once more, leaves a darkening stain.
I hungrily swallow another white beast.
Still I must endure this unbearable pain.

Alone in the dark, my spirit does cower.
Shackled, held tight by invisible chains.
I taste the ambrosia of the green flower.
Yet, somehow, this terrible anguish remains.

Trapped by emotions which I can't forsake.
I crawl into this hole to be covered with dirt.
I inhale a seam of pure crystalline flake.
The numbness appearing cannot mask the hurt.

Imprisoned, abandoned in misery's domain.
Horrendous torments I can't stand to bear.
I slowly inject some don't care in my vein.
But I find the heartache still lingering there.

I cannot escape the sight of your beauty.
I cannot tune out the sound of your voice.
I cannot forget all the wrongs done unto me.
Though I sit here craving my demon of choice.

In the vastness of space are we really all
Life is a test or us nurturing our spirit
Faint memories of a time outside of time
Is it the veil or just collected along the way
Reality is different for each one perceiving
Are universal truths measured by popularity
I am a vessel of energy, love and light
I am pleased to have met you along the way

Wash your hands...
Soap your hands before you cook,
Scrub the dirt right off your arms,
Feel the warm water on your skin,
Watch the dirt fall into the sink,
Now go pour yourself a big drink...