Tim Lunsford
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The Visions
You lay silent in your bed listening to the surroundings around you, the dead silence falls upon your ears like a cell door slamming shut for the last time. You gasp as your mental state starts to play tricks on you, tossing and turning while trying to fall into the sleep of a newborn baby, you find yourself reaching the rem stage of your final minutes.
By Tim Lunsford5 years ago in Poets
Answers
Walking around looking for answers, looking into empty hallways that used to be filled with the bright light at the end. That bright light that used to bring you hope and a sense of accomplishment with every turn of the door knob. The visions of the dark empty hallway cloud your mind like a thick fog on a humid morning.
By Tim Lunsford5 years ago in Poets
A Bad Hand
Have you ever tried to look up to someone who wants nothing to do with you? Its like I have been looking into an empty well in hopes of getting a response when I throw in that coin. Life can play tricks on you sometimes, possibly deal you that bad hand of poker that you risked everything on. You need to hold back some chips so that you can move on to a different table to possibly obtain a better hand.
By Tim Lunsford5 years ago in Poets
Lost Vision
Pain is what I feel when I close my eyes. Light is what I do not see when they are open. I feel as though my vision has been taken from me as some sort of cruel joke as though to get it back in a moment or two. I rub my eyes hoping that they need to adjust to what is going on. Unsuccessful, I slide out of bed, knowing how to navigate around as I have done for years with my eyes open. Familiar places should be easy to navigate in the dark right? Something is different about this though. Its as if a breeze has blown in an unfamiliar scent to throw you off. Everything is not what it used to be. I run into walls where open doors once existed. I start to panic thinking that I have been moved in the night.
By Tim Lunsford5 years ago in Poets
Restless
Restless but yet not moving Sleeping but actually awake running emotions through a vast emptiness. I sit day in and day out contemplating the explanations of the undefined unexplained life that lies before me. Finding a way through the depths of my crazy mind I find myself sitting upon a jagged rock looking down into my soul that is bound my the ropes of confusion. Confusion I say, what may this word, nay figuratively pro founding meaning, have to do with any way that i feel right now.
By Tim Lunsford5 years ago in Poets
The Burden
The burdens run deep through my veins as though they are a congested highway during rush hour. I sit here next to myself in the mirror looking at the person that I have become and start wondering if this is what I have wanted for myself or is this the making of a person based off of what people expect of him. Either way, I gaze back into this image of a man that I do not recognize anymore. I wonder where the timeless youth has disappeared to. How can a person be a victim of their own reality?
By Tim Lunsford5 years ago in Poets
The Bottle
An empty bottle falls from my hand as I stumble across the floor. My head spinning as thought I have just gotten off of a merry go round that I was trapped on for hours. I try to stand up but stagger back and forth as I try to correct my vision that is impaired like an out of focus camera. Squinting my eyes to bring the doubles to singles I see a dark shadow in front of me. I reach out my hand to say hello as I feel the sharp cold piercing of needles pass through my body.
By Tim Lunsford5 years ago in Poets
Lost
Walking around looking for answers, looking into empty hallways that used to be filled with the bright light at the end. That bright light that used to bring you hope and a sense of accomplishment with every turn of the door knob. The visions of the dark empty hallway cloud your mind like a thick fog on a humid morning. Trying to find your way, looking for the light but you don't see it. Waiting to hear that horn blaring the sound of welcome like a lost ship waiting to see the lighthouse as a sign of warning. You ask yourself, why have all of the lights gone dim, why has every door to every answer you have been looking for been shut. You hear the door slam behind you, you turn around wondering what is going on.
By Tim Lunsford5 years ago in Poets
Shattered Pieces
Frantically searching for a piece of paper you find yourself mesmerized by the look of their face, looking at you like you have just been booted off of the island by the tribal council. Searching for that piece of paper like it is a morsel not yet even big enough for a mouse to eat. Hungry for the thing we call life, decaying, falling apart, but yet tasteful. Slamming the drawer shut wanting to give up but knowing you cant. You have to write it down. What are you writing down, what is it that's so important that you can not forget. Numbers? Dates? A Word? You cover your ears trying not to hear yourself think in fear of losing this important information.
By Tim Lunsford5 years ago in Poets
A new path....
Sitting on a road that is not well traveled you find yourself alone. Nothing around you for miles, no one to hear your voice, no one to lend you a hand to help you up from your sitting position on a road that is nothing but dirt that blinds your vision when the wind kicks up. You hear a voice telling you to get up, a voice that is ultimately telling you that no one is going to walk this road for you. You get up and brush the dirt off of your pants as you notice the sky around you turning dark. Which direction do you go? How did you get here? Where is here? These questions start pondering in your mind as you start walking, not knowing where you are headed.
By Tim Lunsford5 years ago in Poets
The Mask I Wear
Do not be fooled by me, do not be fooled by the mask that I wear. I wear a thousand different masks, masks that I am afraid to remove and to be quite honest, none of them are the real me. Being someone on the outside to cover up the face behind the mask is something that is second nature with me.
By Tim Lunsford5 years ago in Poets
