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What was I writing again, oh nothing Poems leading nowhere

There is enough pain in poetry for lessons Others words means I can glimpse the future Tiredness has taken me over, I'm forgetful Soothing lullabies are sung to me I could be rocked gently to sleep Perhaps I was silly? Should I align to silly? If I do, all difficult decisions are taken away And I'll be able to rest I am so so tired I can solve it all ******** What happens when you're still But feel like bottled screams When your memory plays tricks Just disappears the facts ******** I'm fiction I don't recognise myself Not through your eyes or mine So just quietly I Seek to discover Incantations seems to create me People wish me into forms Place magic words around me Transfixed they describe the me they created They can see it, there is no lie But I don't see it I don't know who steals souls As we astrally project ****** Utter something I urge myself Have something to say I should sleep Existing in the late night Is bad news ******* I glimpsed something in a dream That made me shudder Knowledge, awakened The pitch in a song Written words in my writing A voice that said "I told you" It was just moments ago But it's gone I'm awake now, all my hair curled Some kind of fever dream I'm sure the world stopped spinning I was separated from The intake of breath by a glass screen Being frightened didn't matter It was knowing there was a cross roads And I'd hit three points Memory told me Now I'm cold On the outside of the dream Unsure what nighttime this reality is Mare, night mare Tears spring to eyes My head is bowed so far forward Contemplation The curls quiver and shake As does my breath I'm distanced from the dream Or the track My feet touch the ground

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Date: 2/22/2024 4:10:00 PM
My word girl everytime I reread this it just gets me on a cellular level.
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Date: 2/23/2024 10:49:00 PM
Well thank you! It was collection of things I didn't quite complete - my thoughts were that it was still something despite the ends of the thoughts never getting articulated x
Date: 2/22/2024 3:56:00 PM
Dreamed I was paralysed,I am with many things fear of independance as my own sense of it stripped long ago,fear of waking from a nightmare in an empty house.Fear of regret,fear of having noone as that incubus roams the front hallways of this hell and I cower in the servants hall.Long ago I realized nothing was ever lost for in truth it was never there.That brand of (love) no more than a snare that Crumbs were distributed from after the Point I am so afraid of no return.My house has fell through.
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Date: 2/23/2024 10:47:00 PM
I get you x
Date: 2/22/2024 3:44:00 PM
Your referance to dreams brought this to mind.Consciousness is on three levels.The present,pre which is accessable in dreams or our writing which is often overlooked as the window it is and then sub which is really fueling this mortal conveyance.When dreams are striking in presentation you have a bubbling as it were towards full awareness.Rest,muse, during the lulls being mindful work is taking place behind the curtain .Best to you.know my dear,that crossroad will be reached repeatedly before crossed.I will pray for the both of us.
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Date: 2/23/2024 10:47:00 PM
You're a treasure Vickey, thank you. Conscious and sub conscious becomes even more fascinating once you start writing poetry. I feel way more than my previously presented self from all the exploration that has come from writing. Then the next part is the connection to others of previously unrevealed aspects of self and when that yields acceptance then you start to fly a bit with whole self presentation to the world. That changes things of course. My friends are thrilled though that I don't hold back any more. Interesting stuff x
Date: 2/22/2024 1:23:00 PM
Nightmares that stick and stretch like taffy ... Counting sheep doesn't help either as they won't stay in their allotted black and white pens -- been there. Hope you get a good night's rest, DD. X
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Date: 2/22/2024 1:26:00 PM
Thanks Suzette, time has passed and I'm dreaming boring things again. Thanks for your comment x
Date: 2/19/2024 3:52:00 PM
Subterranean in depth Dilly, and leading everywhere til your feet touch the ground, what a ride through the subconscious, as you bring disturbing relics of the dream/mare back with you, hope you’re ok now, and sleep soundly tonight, cheers David
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Date: 2/20/2024 9:28:00 AM
It was shared as a friend mentioned I hadn't written anything in a few days and I looked at what I'd written, which was several half poems. Sometimes I feel pieces of thoughts can be interesting and all the gaps between can be filled in my the reader. I didn't sleep too well but since I'm reading this today, perhaps it can be a charm this evening instead. I appreciate your comment, thank you x
Date: 2/19/2024 12:19:00 PM
Heavy, familiar - a deep and complex write
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Date: 2/20/2024 9:24:00 AM
Thank you Mat, I appreciate you stopping by to read and comment
Date: 2/19/2024 11:57:00 AM
wow! enjoyed your work very much thanks
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Date: 2/20/2024 9:24:00 AM
Thank you, glad you liked it

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