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Dreams

It's not when I'm asleep I dream, It's the stages in between, The moment just before waking, The drifting before repose, When fleeting seconds which with I gamble, When the mind is allowed to amble, Through the childish thoughts & tangents, Through odditys, obscurity & madness, Between dreaming & thinking, oh what a team, Between you & me, I remember no dream, Longer than it takes me to brush my teeth, Longer still than that I bet you remember thinking thoughts, Precisely this is why dreams are special they're thoughts you could not think, Precisely without inebriation, drugs, alchohol & the kitchen sink, Insane thoughts Inane thoughts These are what haunt me in the zone between slumber & regard, These things these euphoric jaunts into the surreal & marred, I don't dream of power, success or wealth, I dream of pretty things like coconuts in stealth, Parroquets singing barbershop to girls who have no hair, Robot polkadot girly dudes wearing nout but underwear, A friend is now my lover, A lover is now my slave, I'm chased, I chase an abandoned & forgot old knave, Who earned my ire & my wrath, By failing to take a bath, In a land where water doesn't exist, But drinking honey gets you pissed, A snake slithers slowly, seranading sirens shout support, I take my mothers kitchen knife but quickly am I caught, Before I get to slice into my favourite memory, Dreams. Dreams of transport take me from myself to another dimension, Dreams like these are precisely why I fail to mention, My own works of the deranged mind when at a party it is said, "My oh my, I had the weirdest dream last night" But I don't dream, I think, or atleast I think I think, But if I concentrate on the thought i lose it in a blink, It's like that chinese finger trap, It's harder still the more you try, So keeping a dream in mind is harder than most things, So you might aswell just enjoy it whilst it lingers, And then I think of the thoughts that I am thinking, And then I'm brought to sobriety, And left with my boring normal mind, And that is less fun.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 1/24/2010 1:32:00 PM
This is very deep and mysterious to me..Enjoyed reading and thinking about it...Marty
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Date: 1/22/2010 11:19:00 PM
Absolutely love this poem. Reminds me of my own perverse dreams. Very well written. Snaps to you :)
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Date: 1/22/2010 8:18:00 PM
Hi Matthew, it's lea, the girl who wrote "Thyme and Sage" This poem is about me being ill and not able to attend school, how I was fine at one point and then suddenly my life went crashing down. (stomach ailment) Grim huh! ---Lea (spongegirl is my username, refering to spongebob!)
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Date: 1/22/2010 5:34:00 PM
This is a very nice poem. I love the way you capture the readers attention. An about my poem. Like you guys said that time. Some can be imaginary. My mom didn't die. She was just the inspiration of the love in the poem. Thank you for the comment. Keep up the wonderful work
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Date: 1/22/2010 5:32:00 PM
I have enjoyed reading your poetry this evening Matthew. I hope you have a wonderful weekend and that you find inspiration along the way. Love, Carol
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Date: 1/22/2010 10:46:00 AM
This one is intriguing :] -Echo
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Date: 1/22/2010 10:29:00 AM
I think im addicted to your poetry. Write more, oddly reminds me of losing myself within wonderland; nice work. xo R.e.c.k
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Date: 1/22/2010 7:18:00 AM
Lots of "thoughts" here, but like a dream, the poetry flows with those strange thoughts. It's an interesting read, Matt. I would dare say you DO dream in those unconscious moments. Sleep scientists have declared we ALL dream, but some don't retain the memory of it. My half-dreams(like yours) come from my desire to continue the dreams started in my sleep. Do you dream in technicolor as I do? That means you are imaginative! Luv, andrea
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Date: 1/22/2010 5:17:00 AM
Wow I loved it, it doesn't make sense, but it does, just to go there for a minute that seems an hour or a hour that seems a minute, I know i have been there when I find my keys in the fridge and my book in the microwave lol omg thats real..there you go dreams do come true..where can i get that honey again lol its cool .....Allie
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