Out there in the open,
I was sleeping inside a dream.
The soft grass below me was like,
Warm ice cream.
My pillow was soft,
My pillow was warm.
My pillow was gentle,
My dream was not.
(Sleeping tablets worked)
I was sleeping on a bed,
I was sleeping on the grass.
I started forgetting,
who I was.
I woke up in my dream,
But I was sleeping on my bed.
My pillow was wet,
Because ice cream always melt.
The grass grabbed my legs,
I grabbed my pillow.
The pillow saved me,
And everything turned hollow.
I woke up in the morning,
Looked at my pillow,
It was wet,
Am I awake?
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Chaos, Meaning and Poetry
PoesíaIf you like weird, chaotic or deep poetry then this book is for you. You can find almost anything here, from Frying fish to Battlefields. Most of the poems are weird, hihi.
