Slipping into a state of slumber,
Oh so slowly I'm going under.
The radar no longer detects my life
As I go to the one place free of strife.
My life is hectic
Moods eclectic,
But in this place
That's not the case.
I can hum a tune
Or pop balloons,
Fight a monster,
Or sit and sonder.
No matter what I choose to do,
I can do however long I want to.
No one there to judge me,
I control my company.
It's up to me
What this world may be.
I can make it realistic,
I can make it optimistic,
I can make it fantasy,
I make it just for me.
No one else gets to choose
Its mine, my news.
My personal dreamland,
Feelings like sand sifting through a hand.
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Poems N Stuff
PoetrySo when I have writer's block, I write poetry. When I'm bored, I write poetry. When I'm trying to procrastinate but my friends are busy, I write poetry. Long story short, I write poetry. Enjoy! P.S. I also will probably have quotes in here because...
