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  Jul 2015 elixir
Christina Maria
Want to run away?
escape your mind
not give a ****

Tired; hurt?
feeling as though the world
is crashing down.
Or is that just me?

How is one
to escape
their own mind?

Born a different way
Wired like no other
Eventually feeling
life has no meaning
Who feels lost and alone
elixir Jul 2015
What else there is in life
Other than our struggle to thrive
The rest are just bluffs
By those, who are not worthy enough

Unworthy enough
To face the world's ravaging
But worthy enough
To sit tight and keep dreaming

To keep on dreaming, and dreaming
By their sleep in the night
By their wake in the day
Comes silently screaming, and screaming

They want change, difference, recognition
Things they don't possess, nor see
Which they will achieve and be
With the might of their creation

The dreams they dream, are different
The dreams they dream, are irrelevant
They escapes from this darkness
Into a world they created, upon the rubbles of their sadness


Pain, misery, disappointment
Carved in, like a mine of silver
As they keep on sitting, sleeping, wondering
As they keep on dreaming, and dreaming

They have power over their world
They have control over their universe
They are the gods of their own
They are the ones we ignore

pummeled down by society
abandoned their own sanity    
But they will live on
Oh, yes, the daydreamers lives on
I remember the day I made this, I was thinking random thoughts, like "what would happen if". And that moment, when I was busy creating scenarios in my head, this came to me.
  Jul 2015 elixir
Wallace Stevens
Tea
When the elephant's-ear in the park
Shrivelled in frost,
And the leaves on the paths
Ran like rats,
Your lamp-light fell
On shining pillows,
Of sea-shades and sky-shades,
Like umbrellas in Java.
elixir Jul 2015
As darkness rose with the night
I will depart in the name of my right
It is not because I am afraid to fight
I just want to get out of sight

Disappearing from the face of men
Leaving no guilt, nor regret
Yes, this might be the end
And in the end, they might find me dead

I hardly swing my steps
With fear filling in each tap
Will I be able to find to find somewhere safe?
Will I be enough brave?

Now that I am here in this pity
I stop and start thinking
For what I have been doing
Do they miss me?

Must I seek for sanctuary
To keep me beyond a man's reach
And I have given my words clearly
That it will not be easy to breach

And time, was passing behind me
I never, ever hesitate  
I must never, ever hesitate    
I'm on the path where I wanted to be

And so I shall walk straight and wander
Without reading any poem
For I am a traveller
Far from home
Hello Poetry! I'm new here and this is one of my first works. I made this 5 years ago back in high school, I hope you like it.

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