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Hallucinations are awake dreams
Hallucinations are nothing more than dreams when we are awake.
They can add to our madness or they can take.
Every night we hallucinate as we are also asleep;
It's a free movie that is cheap.
We can be anything we want to be;
If I was blind; I will be able to see.
I can be a marshmallow if I choose;
Or a banana that would never bruise.
I could see life as Jimmy Hendrix would;
Always to make sense ,and never be misunderstood.
Psychedelic colors as I played my guitar;
Pushing my dreaming, dreams making them bizarre.
I see things that are not there to you;
For you to make sense of it, and having no clue.
I feel things that are not real;
Things you wouldn't make sense, and never feel.
It's neat sometimes to be this way;
For it is a new world everyday.
It hurts sometimes to never no why;
To be in awake in a nightmare that would make you want to die.
The shadows that walk away from you;
Even when you move as if a statue.
Would you like to see what it's like to me?
Try to nail jello to a tree.
I look for hope as my friends help me thru;
Everyone is a part of this; even you.
Everyone when they write or post.
Helps me forget that I have this ghost.
Some poems are really good thinkers;
Some will float, and some are sinkers.
I can not help the things I thought;
These are something's that I have sought.
I have no idea where I'm going with this;
I just know that their is something that I might miss.
It might make more sense to you;
For I have bit of more than I can chew.
I wanted to stab someone with a permanent marker today;
For someone had really made me mad I might say.
I m pretty sure that it would have ended bad;
Just another problem that I add.
Hello; I just woke up and now I see;
Why is every one looking at me.
They tried to wake me sometime ago;
Why in the hell was I trying to eat my pillow?
I rambled enough today;
I have no idea what else to say.
Just something's that I might feel;
I don't know what's a dream, and what is real.
They can add to our madness or they can take.
Every night we hallucinate as we are also asleep;
It's a free movie that is cheap.
We can be anything we want to be;
If I was blind; I will be able to see.
I can be a marshmallow if I choose;
Or a banana that would never bruise.
I could see life as Jimmy Hendrix would;
Always to make sense ,and never be misunderstood.
Psychedelic colors as I played my guitar;
Pushing my dreaming, dreams making them bizarre.
I see things that are not there to you;
For you to make sense of it, and having no clue.
I feel things that are not real;
Things you wouldn't make sense, and never feel.
It's neat sometimes to be this way;
For it is a new world everyday.
It hurts sometimes to never no why;
To be in awake in a nightmare that would make you want to die.
The shadows that walk away from you;
Even when you move as if a statue.
Would you like to see what it's like to me?
Try to nail jello to a tree.
I look for hope as my friends help me thru;
Everyone is a part of this; even you.
Everyone when they write or post.
Helps me forget that I have this ghost.
Some poems are really good thinkers;
Some will float, and some are sinkers.
I can not help the things I thought;
These are something's that I have sought.
I have no idea where I'm going with this;
I just know that their is something that I might miss.
It might make more sense to you;
For I have bit of more than I can chew.
I wanted to stab someone with a permanent marker today;
For someone had really made me mad I might say.
I m pretty sure that it would have ended bad;
Just another problem that I add.
Hello; I just woke up and now I see;
Why is every one looking at me.
They tried to wake me sometime ago;
Why in the hell was I trying to eat my pillow?
I rambled enough today;
I have no idea what else to say.
Just something's that I might feel;
I don't know what's a dream, and what is real.
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