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Rinsing Off
Where is the gain?
knowing the loss all to well,
I would need everyone's fingers and toes to count them,
what have I learned, really learned from all this
I rack my brain in these times for an answer
yet I never find it, don't think I ever will.
Other people abuse drugs, I abuse sleep
it is my sanctuary, my fortress of solitude
I suppose I prefer dreamland over reality because
the weather is nicer and the people are forever,
there is freedom somewhere inside of my pillow
I know it, I feel it, so I dream it, how pathetic.
This is not depression, this is how I deal with life
I am an emotional human being, it's ok if I break down,
once and awhile, it's what we real humans do,
sometimes I dream of a sociopathic mindset
to be unfazed, but they long for something too,
be it chaos or peace they, we, are all longing
so in short, I guess we're all fucked, somehow someway.
Perhaps that is what I learned
that L.I.F.E,
the Living Intelligence Finite Experiment
was meant to end, it was meant to change,
I sleep to dream of where I am supposed to be,
my soul has a match that needs to be ignited,
and all this bullshit is just the gasoline
what is taken away, is the spark,
Perhaps..........
knowing the loss all to well,
I would need everyone's fingers and toes to count them,
what have I learned, really learned from all this
I rack my brain in these times for an answer
yet I never find it, don't think I ever will.
Other people abuse drugs, I abuse sleep
it is my sanctuary, my fortress of solitude
I suppose I prefer dreamland over reality because
the weather is nicer and the people are forever,
there is freedom somewhere inside of my pillow
I know it, I feel it, so I dream it, how pathetic.
This is not depression, this is how I deal with life
I am an emotional human being, it's ok if I break down,
once and awhile, it's what we real humans do,
sometimes I dream of a sociopathic mindset
to be unfazed, but they long for something too,
be it chaos or peace they, we, are all longing
so in short, I guess we're all fucked, somehow someway.
Perhaps that is what I learned
that L.I.F.E,
the Living Intelligence Finite Experiment
was meant to end, it was meant to change,
I sleep to dream of where I am supposed to be,
my soul has a match that needs to be ignited,
and all this bullshit is just the gasoline
what is taken away, is the spark,
Perhaps..........
Published 14th Mar 2014
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14th Mar 2014 4:03pm
Nikki I can relate to this poem on a deep level sleep and dreams are also my refuge.. with love and respect Crim
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I'm always pleased when I stop by to read your work, Nikki...:)
I'm always pleased when I stop by to read your work, Nikki...:)
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24th Mar 2014 1:11am
Daily bullshit is the gruel our demons feed on. It's not fine dining. It's fucking gruel. When they want something tasty, they knock us on the head and when we pass out, they make our Chef Subconscious prepare a full 7 course banquet.
Dreams have too much suction. Dreams suck, but your work doesn't. Awesome write, Sheherazade!
Dreams have too much suction. Dreams suck, but your work doesn't. Awesome write, Sheherazade!
