At night I sleep,
my mind travels to distant universes,
my mind expands, my body shudders,
like flying while laying down or crying while laughing.

Thoughts so profound and mysterious invade my mind,
echoed words I never spoke.

my soul yearns to be free,
bound in this wretched vessel,
like sunlight seen but not felt.

my wings cut off from those foreign strings of reality called dreams,
the night laughs, in the morning I cry.

the reason why
some people hate poetry
is because we tell the  t
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which is what they most fear.

They slither around cob webs
and hide in the crook of my elbow
attached to me
like a child clinging to his mother on the first day of Pre-K
hideous and scowling
but then beautiful and glowing
either way I keep it pressed to my chest
i breathe in the putrid smell
but I am now used to the scent
it purrs and snuggles closer
and I don't pull away

"I've been shot" ,
That's when I pulled the trigger .

youre the reason
i cant sleep -
nights spent
vainly counting sheep
as i attempt
to delete
all the memories
i cant keep
(every memory youve
touched)
and when
sheer will dont do
i try
to drown my mind
to be rid
of you

your intensity
got the best of me
but now
id ****
to feel anything
at all