Wrote this late at night.. Or early in the morning. My brain was starved of sleep but I've found that writing when you're tired gives the most original and creative product because as your limited conscious dwindles your liberated subconscious slowly takes over and writes for you restriction free and just... Super great :) anyways idk if this is a poem or a journal or a piece of crap I wrote while sleep deprived. All I know is that when I found it months after writing it, I felt something. So here is:
The Messenger
No one is here
But everyone is
They are all sleeping
But they have no idea
They are so unaware that their dreams have become their reality;
So blind that the darkness has become light.
I try to wake them up,
But they will not stir.
They do not want to see the truth
Even though they do in the the vivid dreams that they live in
They all see in the mirror the truth
In their closed eyes
In their fake smiles
They know how to wake up
But they don't.
They have forced themselves too forget the truth but still don't see the lie
Just like me
I know my words have meaning
But I don't know what.
These poems are written in code
A code that only my innermost being can decipher and then send to my fingertips the message, bypassing my brain.
The part that knows how to write knows how to wake up
I know the pattern in the dream catcher needed to capture the nightmare we call life and save our souls from the path towards death that we sleep walk on.
On purpose.
Not on purpose.
I don't know what any of this means
I am a messenger, and messages always carry some form of the truth out of paper
PS this is completely unedited( no spelling checks, added punctuation, elevated diction ect.) and quite frankly I like it that way because it seems more honest when it's still in the raw so to speak :)
PPS anyways please vote and comment! Thank you dearies! ;)
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Poetry
Poetry"I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty." -Edgar Allan Poe
