Thread: write a poem that expresses your thoughts and feelings

unhappy with reality, so i change it
i take things, do things, say things to rearrange it
it's the same game every time i play
a labyrinth with no exit, i don't want to stay
doesn't matter what it is, the difference is always the same
my mind unweaves in the endless passage, i slowly go insane
i see it all, but it changes with each new pattern i invent
but i just keep looking, and the more i see the worse it gets
every time i move forward, only to get hopelessly lost, forget it
and then the fear sets in, where's the fucking exit?
i see the light, move toward it and find a place new
only to realize im trapped in the same place, only different, nothing i can do
the only way out is just another way in
here again i play the game, but there's no way to win

Hi Snoop your poem is more than I can ever say,it made me feel so sad rekindled my pain,I hope you're happier than I am! Lots of ways out for you or in another dimension!

I left dreamviews five months ago.
I can't remember why.
I'm sorry if I hurt anyone's feelings.
I miss DawnEye11 (or Dreamcafe11) or whatever your called now.
I miss the people on chat.
Anyways I had trouble lucid dreaming while I was away.
I only had three or four really good LDs.
It really bothers me that it seems like I can only LD when Im here.
What if the end of the world comes?
And I survive, but there's no more internet.
And I can't get on Dreamviews and I can't lucid dream anymore.
The KSP fourms are not nearly as fun.
People rant about stupid things and get in fights for no reason.
But their fourm games are better.
Now that I've come back here, I'll fix that.
I miss setting my alarm for five AM.
I miss doing three WBTBs in the morning.
I also joined this other website called charahub.
That had like a 50% uptime.
But the people were nice and they liked my art.
I'll start a new art thread tomorrow.
I tried to write a story.
It sucked pretty bad.
This doesn't rhyme.
It isn't poetic.
Or symbolic.
Or even that organized.
I'm still bad at poems.
I don't give a crap.

Blood! Pain! Dizziness! I don't know? You tell me?
The feeling of fear, pain and regret. It feels like someone stabbed me with a hot sharp nail of emotion. You know? As they say, the first cut is the deepest. The smell of blood and the feeling of sudden numbness and sadness. It's invisible to the naked eye but, the bloody pain still hurts.

Am I the piece of your past
What are you trying to show me
Is something not right with you
Why me
Maybe cause I'm receptive to my dreams
And that's how you can show me what's wrong
Or maybe because you loved me when you were alive and I am privileged to be shown whatever it is you need to show me
Whatever the why I feel you are going to show me more of a story
That only I can piece together for you

Edit stupid browser on phone

I am a man filled with so much desire
Mixing dreams with reality, knowing that i'm playing with fire
So much to experience, so much to explore, before i expire
Trapped in a young body with a young mind becoming the person i most admire

The sculptor scrapes his palms of clay
there's no reason to go outside today.
The flesh of man clings to the bone
but there isn't anybody home.
Faces melding in the street
from my window like potted peat.
The cloying words coaguate
and fester in my chest as hate;
A bird lands on my window sill
perhaps it is my master's will.
If this is a puppet show
then cut my strings and let me go.
Today is plodding, plodding on.

do your best but im not impressed
and i dont impress because im not obsessed..

not to alarm you but this is not my smile,
if you want my attention fuck off for a while,
bondage, trannies, paint, and bile,
more my style... vader, nile,
why dont certain things offend me?
im the one, my one worst enemy,
fuck the world and forget this century,
if we havnt spoke in a year, un-friend me.

When having the burden
Of living in the past
And the future
Instead of now
Is too great of a feeling
Just be in the moment
Meditate

It's like an eternal taunt
That's what you are
Your absence haunts
Because I can only love you from afar.

No time
to post my rhyme.

This is how it is, so please listen to this. Thank you!

lets be squares and be stairs for satan.. sigh

This hide and seek for those asleep, it seems all fine.
Why do I mind?
That fear that feeds the sleeping one, shall grow and bring one deeper down..
Deep deep down into the lake of the unconsious mind.
So lost in our whirling mud of dreams that break us down.
Dont fight, dont seek, stop kicking with your feet.
Be still and let the mud sink down, and you may one day see with clarity of mind.
Trust the light to wake you up, and you will eventually see what is to see.
Why and how it is, that we all came here to be.

In a dream I am, fortuitously.
Seeking only to be, as free as a bee
In the world of the Astral Realm.
Only I can do nought nothing now,
I could eat a tree
If I pleased.

Like the bee when it sees a pea
I am eating, consuming like fire consumes coal
The darkness draws ever closer,
like a dangerous danger that has not yet come to pass.

When every day is a bad day
Be yourself
Make the day better
For yourself
Remember who you are

It's a new age
People aren't as friendly as they used to be
Gotta start getting with the times
Do my own thing
Time to stop worrying
Live life my way

im a sifting sand,
shimmering on shifting land,
glimmering like rings on hands,
stuttering out misheard plans,
and when night falls,
i am sleeping,
sleeping,
until the chance demands.

Oh, damn it, it's a hundred and three!! I have to pee! It's too hot to make a hot tea! Flee, I make my plea to the sea, that's where I must be, just like a little bumblebee!

Life is like a flickering flame
if you don't feed it love its gonna be such a shame
Give it love and it'll give you it tenfold back
So bring in the love and cut life some slack ^^

I can't speak
I don't feel connected to anyone
Why was I born
I want to be alone
Go inward
Fix what's been broken
Come back to reality
Bringing gifts from dreamland
To humankind

Just remember nothing lasts forever
Seemingly contradictory, it's relief and despair together

When the reality hits you young
It's a fact off-putting as they come
Even though you heard the shot of the gun
Why do you even bother to run?
By some mystery you still find that you move
But is it simply by a mere want of else to do?

Yet as time weathers you in age
It's ironically repurposed as a mantra of aid
Unfortunately when we finally get to where we wanted to go
At the time of arrival, it's impossible to know
The rare moments when your existence can be said to have ever felt truly alive
Were experienced by someone whose reflection you shared, but has already died

Are we really meant to live on a regurgitation of our few happy moments?
To sleep walk in a reality we unconsciously struggle to escape in a tepid haze of romance?
The easy answer is that we aren't meant to do anything
And given that's the case, is it even worth the pain of living?
Sometimes you have the answer, or you like to pretend you know
But whatever answer you have will inevitably change as you go
With that, it's best not to do anything hasty or rash
Maybe one day you'll change your mind, but you can't with die already cast


As a note, I am using the archaic definition of "want" which means a lack of something. Whole thing came off pretty edgy I guess, oh well.