what does it mean? to be alive?
to be awake?
the only way to recreate it is with our own
blood and bones
but
aren't we reborn every night?
the duality or dreams-
reality but asleep
oh the dreamers, how they suffer
the weight of those dreams
is far from feather- light pillows
how often do you dream?
how often do you remember?
how many parts of your own nature
have been forgotten,
kept in the back of our minds
only to live while we sleep
to dance as we lie useless,
a mere step away from lifeless
we cut our claws and dulled our teeth
trading them out for weapons far sharper
we didn't know words could cut too
oh the melodrama!
oh the puppet master on his throne
string the nerves together
and see what beast can come to life
does it wear our flesh?
oh yes
oh no
this one bites back
she had her claws and mouth of red
she is not here to dream
no, she's here to fight
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of all the stars that shine | poetry
Poetryhave you ever been heartbroken? depressed? stuck in your head? me too. here's some of what goes in my mind. take a look, maybe you can relate. a collection of poems from the past couple years. this is just my own way of journaling.
