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 Oct 2013 dreadfulmind
REAL
Woke up
With my eyes stuck together
and my lips dry
and my body stiff

I rubbed my face
and my eyelids  almost closing again

i walked upstairs and walked into my room
and clothes laying eveywhere
grabbed a big sweater and brought it over my head
and slipped my arms through

messed up my messy hair
and walked in to the bathroom
and looked myself in the mirror
my mustache reaching the top of my grey lips
and my stubble growing in slowly
  
walked out of the bathroom
left the light on
and into the kitchen
i yawned,it left me  feeling weake
opened up the cuboards took out the coffee
walked over a basket with bread and took a slice
made the coffe and let it  to boil
put the bread in the toaster and let it to toast

looked out my window
and the blue sky moving slowly
with the clouds fluttering along
the trees turned yellow
and the streets wet,for it rained

the toast popped out
and coffe was made

sat on the table
rubbed my face
the coffee steam raveling my nose
and my teeth ready to taste the crunsh of white toast

i thought about the day
and
smiled...
Brain swirling with  brilliant living colors
The onset of madness
Thorn covered  soul
Touched by  melancholy hands
The disease of sadness
Silently creeping down illuminated halls
To my anonymous world

Erratic chains of thoughts
Slide down shiny rippling creeks
Un- disciplined nerves
Angry responses
Unexpected and shocking
Raw reactions
Tempered with moments
Of burning white hot sanity
This is my life
So I exist

This human body of emotions
Is ruled by a flesh composed *****
Through which with each and every beat
My thick red blood flows
In cellular
Molecular rhythm    
This fibrous muscle
Is gravely injured
A  bleeding hole
That heals slowly
As I breathe in and out

This is my life
So I exist



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 Oct 2013 dreadfulmind
疲れた
the internet says that
I am at a vulnerable time of my life right now
because I am somewhere
between a child and an adult
and that is a lot like how
a caterpillar wrapping itself around silk walls of cocoon
that I like to call society
because
no matter how long it remains silent
a butterfly would always struggle and slowly
emerge from its own silky white cage in time to come
and that comforts me because
in real life,
I am a piece of glass everyone looks right through
and with no one that I truly feel a connection to,
I find myself standing at the sidelines
and maybe I watch too much anime,
but I want someone to call me their friend
and not give me a chance to doubt their meaning of friendship
and consequently whether or not
I really mean something to them
and maybe I’m still suffering from 8th grade syndrome,
which is a Japanese slang for people, nearing adolescence who
think they are special members of society
and I used to believe that I have magical abilities
and I am the only one capable of fighting against an
age old evil
and I still know that to be true,
but now,
I know that I am just fighting against my own hormones
the same ones that cause my face to turn red at the mention of my poetry
and the same ones that cause outbreaks on my face during exam periods
and the same ones that make me feel so alone at 3a.m in the night
and I know I'm not special, not even close
but I want to feel like
I've been good enough
at least once in my life
{d.c}
Some things that I was thinking about while playing osu by myself at night. The title just popped out in my head and I thought I would write it. I don't know if that's how you really use the slang but I hope I did a good enough job.
 Oct 2013 dreadfulmind
Antonia
love
 Oct 2013 dreadfulmind
Antonia
it begins with an apology:
I'm so sorry
that I only have words to-
express-
convey-
explain-
-my love for you
because
no words can-
compare-
describe-
-accurately this hurricane of emotion
that twists and grows,
faster and faster,
inside my-
heart-
mind-
soul-
If you happen to be in the wild
You may roam for a while
Till you isolate a part that’s mild
And find solace in exile.

Far away from your essence
You see a broken road to the pie
You offer it resistance
But your heart craves for the sky.

Comes down like a hammer of hail
Or so it seems to your head
You get struck by the leopard’s tail
You hallucinate instead

You see the word and the coin
Pen verses out of strain
Seek the two to adjoin
Ending in sheer mess and pain

The authorities are mad
For they have made us see
That the word and the coin
Were never made for poetry!

— The End —