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Rejection Incarnate
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2021 Asleep at the apex
a dormant mind is gonna bring all the anxieties of mine
to the fore
and as a result
the reality now is a rickety, splintered
fence of pine,
rotten apple cores,
and Tinder
to gaze with glazed eyes and earnest malaise
So I change clothes
and go
speak to the voices I haven't heard in proper time
a bank where the paper was alive
within roots
and the ink on the floor
hadn't stained any surface, or even seen
a pair of weary steel-toed boots
and the thrill was silky, pure
Safe and sealed, I celebrate my youth
drinking potent liquor
from the well of memories with both hands cupped in vigor
awash in stories of toasted truth
and jovial times
and meaningful moments I thrived
with courage anew
Soft, sublime melodies together in the majestic air
I remember falling in love, then and there
crooning synchronized lyrics into attentive portals
not intending to stare
but
I'm fooling no one
I'm lighter than air
on a cranial plateau with no suspicions,
no fears,
and doubts left to linger
the stirred nerves enveloped here
by love like a sticky bun hugging at 350 degrees
with peerless satisfaction and prolific, warm serenity
until I wake up.
and the record slides off the shelf
and volumes of mental wealth
are levelled
This is literally in your dreams!!
..of honey-sweet cyanide for the sane mind
Instantly grounded and exploding
through my own
reasoning
foreboding
Reality
bites
back!!
how?
no!
I...
Author's Notes, Poet's Notes
The notes were prose poetry, streaming from the mind direct to the mind of the listener...very fine wisdom (what I always look for) dreams and plans that don't become what you think, life pulling you, not halting you...all encompased in the poem...the dream literally! - allets
thank you allets
Yea I definitely wrote more in the comments than usual for this one - reason why is I really wanted the reader to understand that this poem is not an entirely 'negative, hopeless void/dreams are the only positive moments in our lives' piece - sure, there's despair when reality strikes at the end in this poem.. and rightfully so in regards to the situation I'm writing about...
Rather, I wanted to establish a comprehensive distinction between the positive/negative elements of both dreams and our reality to really dissect the relationship between the two as quickly and effectively as i could.. less was more in this case of the poem, but not the comments
All in all, dreams are amazing; at their best, they can open our eyes to what we cannot see anymore..or never even thought of looking for...and at their worst, they can expose us to what makes us inept, what scares us from maximizing our potential - but no matter what we must inevitably return to reality at some point. Now, what that said, I believe the ultimate goal would be to find a way to take the impact of your dreams, absorb it, and incorporate that into what is real... really try to expose the best of both worlds, ya know? Just a theory.. it's far from perfect and I'm far from attaining it wholly, but I'll keep tryin'
As always thank you for the feedback
a very insightful write
a very insightful write deepblue!
I like the dissapearing act at the end too! There were lots of very good ideas in this piece. I really enjoyed it and thinking about it afterwards you stole my time beautifully Congrats! Cheers SS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
thank you very much
it is my pleasure to take up some of the time in your day - appreciation and encouragement are always welcome :) Best regards