i don't have any control
of what my head mixes up
where you there and
did you see it?
on a foggy cloud
i kissed electric
not quite, but with
longing pulsing thru
my veins, i pushed
away
[because even in my dreams
i have issues with cheating]
trembling knees like
a girl in a dream
panting in the rain
asking for one more chance
is
close to how i felt
like begging
for him to come back
too sultry
too secret
too close
too real.
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i had a dream about this.
i woke up blushing.
i continue to share these embarrassing dreams because then i can let go of the feeling of them and put them on 'paper'.
if you know who you are, i'm sorry. again.
oh, say what you mean
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ah yes the dreams that are so real you can't remember if it actually happened or not. i've been there. it's fucking scary as hell. i've gone as far as to tell someone something that i really did think happen and they remind me i didn't do that or hadn't said that before... it's insane.
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ugh dreams make me insane. but at least they make for good poems! i really like the weight of the last four lines.
i think we should plan a weekend in chicago.
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Frued would have something to say about this...
on a different note I've been reading a lot of poetry by Rumi and he says
"Sleep dissolves your mind, but how
do the insane sleep? What do the
love-crazed know of night-and-day
differences? God-lovers, mostly in
another world, read another book
with another eye..."
1 book = reality, 1 dreams.
He thinks dreams are badass and so do I.
Don't let it stress you out too much.
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