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Walking in a creepy dark forest
feeling but nothing but weirdly sorest
Visions and reality totally hazy and confused
seeing teddy's drink tea without being excused

Seeing animals sit around and eat as humans at the table
Makes my mind feel more confused and unstable
Wondering around and come across owls getting married
judging what I'll see next I should be extremely worried!

I see a bright light reflecting white off a jacket
trying it on hoping this sure doesn't throw a gasket
Running away from the foolish foul bird creatures chasing me
My boots come off and out of nowhere I'm growing into a tree

My hands turn into branches and my feet into a tree trunk
surely this must be a dream or else I'm seriously drunk
Sitting at my computer and starring at the screen
I'm starting to get bored and feel like I want to scream!
I'm bored out of mind without a muse
Praying that I soon get an idea to use

Looking at my poem links
starting to think my work really stinks
I finally get inspired and it lights off a spark
I'm starting to feel like a glow in the dark

I'm trying to get a interesting find
but as soon as the electricity goes off so does my mind
That was the moment where I get angry, upset and it cant be ignored
It repeats it cycle and I'm at the beginning of ''I'm bored''
#Bored as ever
From rags to riches
For better for worst
You could've done better
but you made it work
#Random
Be genuine and not fake
be you and that's it
I'd rather be alone than to be your friend
unless you change and be yourself
until then you and me? ''We're done''!

In my darkest days, I held you beneath my warmth.
You indulged me with your feverish hunger.
You embraced me with your piercing emotions.
You were immune to my changeable disease.

I came to a realization that you were my muse,
the best rainbow I received……….

You told me that I was part of your soul.
To me you’re the fuel to my rusty engine,
The energy to my thirsty being,
And the light of my darkened soul.


© Pax
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