"dreadly" poems
Dreaming for the dreamless nits.
I am afraid of my own dreams.
They are just just killing killing me.
I dont want any dreams since they are making me to feel apart.
The dreadly dreams are surrounding me.
They come and start troubling my mind and making me to be cowardly guy.
I dont want dreams they are ruining my freedom.
Please be away from me i dont want you anymore.
Go away from me please please.
Apr 29, 2012
Apr 29, 2012 at 5:43 AM UTC
I am standing outside on my balcony, it's late night, cold and I am freezing.
I hold a cigarret in my hand and it's poison is what I am breathing.
I am aware of it, that it can be deadly, but I still consume.
It's because I am addicted, and afflicted but afterwards I'll just get back into my room.
Returning, but my lungs are still burning.
It feels good, for a while, until you realise that you might die.
But who cares, everything you do might be deadly, and it's dreadly.
There's nothing right, neither there's something wrong,
it depends on the persons opinion.
You should not judge, neither critisize, rather respect and understand.
Because that's what you'd prefer in the end.
I am going for another one, the last one wasn't enough.
Outside again, still freezing and again I am breathing.
I can feel the poison inside of me, it's noxious and obnoxious.
But for some reason I still enjoy, it must be a ploy.
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 5:28 AM UTC
Seldom, in my wildest dreams
I thought I'll be this man
Whiling away chasing whimsical muses
Can I change things around? I reckon I can
For I was lost in the pages
of laurels from my younger past
Living in this dreadly state of denial
magic with my success, I could have cast
Where did it all begin, I question
The time I started to regress
When did I stop playing those chords
of zenith, pinnacle and progress
Topsy-turvy, drift away I will
into this quaint beastly wild
But take care of me oh Lord
I am lost, yet your child!
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 4:18 PM UTC