Semiconscious Poems - Poems about Semiconscious

...Joan Marlowe was eight years old, and loved the smiling, happy people; As green pines love chattering redbirds, when an orange sun is gleeful. And yet, when some found they were too busy,......

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... Can You save Me When I'm Drowning Into the Depths of What's not Numbed My Senses, Losing My Breathe Submerged, Sublevel, Semiconscious Lost at Sea In the Ocean of Emotions With no Branches t......

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...I'm going under again--- You're pulling me down the line With hook-fingers in my eye sockets, Dragging me over open land--- I can feel my feet Breaking ripping shredding--- Let me go... You'......

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...He takes another labored, raspy breath; there’s spittle in the corner of his mouth. The veil between this life and certain death is stretched transparent like a piece of gauze. His semiconscious ......

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...He seemed frustrated His grasp of learning traditional wrestling and what is called new -age wrestling and Modern style. He approached Both his gimmick and style as his personality. He saw Hi......

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...The tip of a finger, barely touching ulcerated skin Chamfered ache of reason, or finely balanced whim Forced through a reality, where spoons become bent Into the pleasure dome, they inject ......

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...after been awake half the night ~ the whole next day i was half asleep......

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..."What a fine day for a picnic," my friends all said, In the dog days of summer, with the hot sun overhead. We would all go for a swim, and then have a fine lunch, And would return refreshed and ......

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...Was professor of astronomy, ah those heady days Studied fields in cosmology, including solar rays Observed galaxies all my life, seeking exotic events Ironically happens now, as my death’s......

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...Attributed To Concerned parents of Traumatized Refugee Dear Fred and Mary Anne MacLeod Trump... Posthumous belated tattered letter fragment recently discovered (liberally sprinkled with hyperb......

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...Attributed To Concerned parents of Traumatized Refugee Dear Fred and Mary Anne MacLeod Trump... Posthumous belated tattered letter fragment recently discovered (liberally sprinkled with hyperb......

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...Nomads of the Rising Sun ~~a homeless home invasion~~ We are nomads of this earthly plain, dining with dust and riveting rain Dancing with demons dictating pain, making stronge......

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...MORNING Good morning World. Damn you! and your warm sunray fingers prying open my eyes. Robbing me of my nocturnal fantasies, my semiconscious bliss. Leaving the remnants of my peace and tranqui......

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...Daddy was… I don’t even remember but he wasn’t there I don’t even remember why you were so angry I got back home that night and my dog was lying in front of the garage AT NIGHT in front of the garage......

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...Her droopy eyelids opened in the dark Like so many lonely mornings before. She lay unmoving in an antique bed Half awake, yet to her she wasn’t sure. She thought (or dreamed) of her husband long ......

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