Head weighted down by unanswered dreams...
Eyes running at the seams.
Why have you waken me from my slumber?
To rate me and turn me into a number.
Well I'll tell you kind sit that I'm not that one.
I merely write for the fun.
So back to sleep I go safely knowing.
My heavy head and eyes can go back to not sewing.
©Odd
Waking up to something... Randomly and then attempting to get back to sleep... Bah.
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Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.
Somewhere between love and hate. Somewhere between peace and violence. Between random and fate. Between anger and calm. Somewhere between the ocean and the land. Between safety and harm.
I write with white ink on white paper. I speak with my lips firmly shut. I strum on my stringless guitar. I read from an unwritten book. I think without aim or direction.
Sometimes I can see it, crystal clear: My thoughts. Running about my head. Neon blue, ultra violet. ... Perhaps velvet to the touch. Snapshots of memories, hung up like photographs in a darkroom.
I stand, my face against the wind,. A sentinel of ages,. My eyelids shut, my mouth closed tight,. And trace words on the pages,. My soul a pen, the world a book,.
The minds thought process is something complex, observing numerous pieces of information for our selves to digest. All around the thoughts, memories capabilities gather.
The suffocating blows. And torrid affairs. Grace my face. Once more. The sirens of time. Forever now lost. In the sweet whisper. Of the has beens. I tremble now. And blink then. The time was there.
Midday moon, A stranger in your own home. The uninvited guest. Mammothly insignificant, Yet strangely unavoidable. Midday moon. Midday moon, Why are you not sleeping, Waiting for night to come.
I'm staring blankly at the wall, Thinking of times I left, Like shadows on the floor. A face, a name, a life gone by. Still more of us each day, Are sure enough to die. Time is going by so fast.
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