I dreamt of the past

I can't focus on anything
When did structure become my everything
Why must rhyme define my reason

With my insanity
There's no complexity
And I may never see......

It's my first day outside
And I feel so alive
These walls, they have windows
And my doors need no locks

And yet I believe
I never wanted to leave
I had no need to be free
So I lose my eyes to a dream...

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Years I've searched these white walls
For just a tiny crack
Someway to escape, get out of this place
But freedom is something I can never grasp

Locked up for all these years
With nothing but the traces
of every one of my fears
But now I see no more faces
And I don't hear their jeers

This isn't where I belong
This isn't what I want
I never have a choice
So I am never wrong
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But I can't focus on anything
When did structure become my everything
Why must rhyme define my reason

Within my insanity
There is no complexity
And I may never see again

I wipe the thoughts from my brow
Waking in an empty crowd
Fight against a shallow sea
To get where I can finally breathe

And yet I can see
That I can never leave
I am not really free
They still control my dreams


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dashes mark change from fast to slow and echoey...then back. This slow echoey portion is meant to audibly define the dream. *shrug*
)

Work in Progress

Is retroactively adding posts cheating, or just an obvious sign of failing to pay attention. *shrug* Good news: this one is longer than 7 lines, GOODY.

I can't focus on anything
When did structure become my everything
Why must rhyme define my reason

With my insanity
There's no complexity
And I may never see......

It's my first day outside
And I feel so alive
These walls, they have windows
And my doors need no locks

And yet I believe
I never wanted to leave
I had no need to be free
So I lose my eyes to a dream...

-----------------

Years I've searched these white walls
For just a tiny crack
Someway to escape, get out of this place
But freedom is something I can never grasp

Locked up for all these years
With nothing but the traces
of every one of my fears
But now I see no more faces
And I don't hear their jeers

This isn't where I belong
This isn't what I want
I never have a choice
So I am never wrong
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But I can't focus on anything
When did structure become my everything
Why must rhyme define my reason

Within my insanity
There is no complexity
And I may never see again

Poetic Conversation

Poetic Conversation
"How can you walk by without recognition?"
I'm scared, unsure, what to say in my position.
"How can you turn around after glancing my way?"
Thoughts scattered, fear of failure put my mind astray.
"How can you look at me and never say hello?"
My mouth locks in front of something so beautiful.

Glazed eyes and stuttered voice
I shy away, I've got no choice.
So timid, coy, just a boy
Overpowered by your eyes
Concentration, why even try?
Inane discussions cross my mind
With repercussions, my words bind.

I fear that you've forgotten me
I fear that you've forgotten me

Traveling Tears

I'll not waste my words explaining the meaning of this one...
;)
Traveling Tears>

Water swirling down the drainage pipe
Taking the tears that I had wiped
from my eyes

Down the tube they twist and turn
To a place where they can learn
how to swim

Free from control and sanity
From the droll of my vanity
in my mind this time

Into the air they choose to go
Gravity becomes their only foe
As they fly

Vaporized into a cloud
Shading the sun from a heavy crowd
that I'm in

Free from control and sanity
From the droll of my vanity
in my mind this time

But now too heavy to hold together
In the warm and balmy weather
of the Spring

Although the drops appear fickle
I look up as they settle
into my eyes
Back into my eyes