Dream a little dream of me, dream of skies you've always wanted to see
The windows of vulnerability in your storm's eye
Make the nights better and dream of me.
Dream of goofy aliens in a marvellous world.
Dream of sorrows you've only hoped to feel and dips in sunsets you've seen in movie scenes.
Dream of ferries carrying you into sunsets,
Or meeting someone who leaves by dusk.
Romanticise your deepest desires and dream of me.
Swearing at Heavens about Italian pizza
Or just sitting up and laughing in the middle of the night.
Was that a dream though?
Is the exhaustion taking over?
Are your eyes blurry?
Fall deep into the night bus with no end and just an emergency brake.
And dive into a paradox you created.
Prayers and promises that you dreamt of,
The failures and successes you were proud of.
The sense of achievement in waking up early after extreme sleep deprivation.
It's all gone.
And then dream of me. Just me.
No, I'm not your dreamcatcher or Joe from You,
I'm the pain in the depraved sense of self you feel.
The hopeless self worth you try so hard to conceal.
The need for validation to the point it makes you reel.
Are you there yet?
No?
I'm in there deep,
A canary would be too dead to scream my name in this coal mine of my mind.
What do you see now?
What do you feel?
Is it your most needless desires?
The anger at the smallest of injustices you feel?
We're getting warmer, we'll be there now I feel.
Leave now and you will be relieved.
Don't travel past here if you can't cope.
You're still here? Nice to know your choice mattered. I was born without one.
Dig deep, but I warn you again you won't come out again, at least not the same.
The depths that offered you solace no longer listen to you.
You're not an Elliot Alderson so why this need?
Your self esteem doesn't depend on this
It's the illusion your mind needs
It all is, to show that you need a sense of acceptance, a vague sense of danger.
We're here now.
How does it feel.
To echo to a voice that makes all ends void.
That is a marooned on the island it needs.
Should I sink or swim it asks?
Should I love or hate?
Or do you wanna ask,
Do you even wanna see?
Do you even wanna feel?
And there comes the silence,
Now you're truly and completely alone.
And now you're back in the dream singing dream a little dream of me.
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NOTE:
Hihihihihihi!!
Your girl is back at it again!!
I think this poem is the description of steady stream of unconsciousness.
Happy with this one! Hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it (not really, I was too busy bawling my eyes out)
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This is my first work so any criticism albeit constructive is appreciated!
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sed loife
PoetryI think the title is self-explanatory, but I like writing sad poems. Just wanna put it out there and hope ya'll connect with what I write might make you feel better or worse extremely heard or just bored, but in either case thanks for checking it...
