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Emily Mitchell Feb 2020
Surf laps at the shore
gentle hand smoothing the sheets
time to drift away...
This was from my 2017 dream journal I was listening to a song called weightless by Marconi Union.
(01-07-2017)
Emily Mitchell Feb 2020
In dreams we are lost
deep in labyrinthine mazes
walls built in our mind...

Surprises hidden
mysteries abound within
waiting to be found...

We may not finish
but we can always escape
through daybreak's doorway.
Another dream Haiku this was for my 2016 dream journal written January 6th 2016
Emily Mitchell Feb 2020
Burning at my mind
driven to frenzied action
by the need to find.

Harrowing the ground
exhausting every option
until it is found.

Healing an old wound
soaring heights of elation
finally unbound.
This was inspired by the time I lost this tiny book of poems that I wrote all of these poems in and it triggered one of those oh my gosh I have to turn my house upside down obsessively until I find it moments... I searched for about an hour finally found it thank goodness I hate that feeling of being stuck looking for something it plays into my stubbornness but it is inconvenient... although it is a great feeling when I finally find whatever I lost
11-05-17
Emily Mitchell Feb 2020
Circle round once more...
Perhaps it is different now...
infinite glass wall...
Inspired by of course a goldfish swimming around circles and it's bowl...I had several goldfish in bowls for a little while until I determined that it was too tedious to clean each individual bowl and bought a large tank to keep them in ...they were so happy to be transferred into the tank that they swam around together for quite a while after being reintroduced to each other.

This can also be read figuratively as sort of the futility of rote dull work... I don't know pretty much everyone's felt trapped in an invisible shell that they feel like they're running circles around in occasionally...

Either that or futility meets optimism hahaha

(05-21-2013)
Emily Mitchell Feb 2020
Pulling and holding
my bed is like a black hole,
I cannot Escape.
Everyone has felt this feeling most likely that one where you just can't get out of your bed as if it had trapped you in a black hole far too comfortable in bed and far too cold outside to drag yourself out this was written April 19th 2013
Emily Mitchell Feb 2020
Wet pavement shining
tail-lights like rockets flaring
cars fly down the road.
Written on March 30th 2013 this was inspired by the way the light reflects off the wet pavement looking like a rocket flare going straight down beneath the car
Emily Mitchell Feb 2020
Please end my nightmare!
I can no longer endure
this unwanted curse.

Free my weary soul
from its prison of moonlight
strike and save us both.

Be strong love I pray
when morning comes hold me close
till I turn to ash.
This was inspired by a Nightwish song called slaying the dreamer.
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