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Sometimes [Experimental]
Sometimes you seek a meaning
Sometimes you want to put a gun
To your head
Sometimes you're the one pushing the trigger,
Some times its a friend
Sometimes you envy the dead,
Sometimes you just want to blow your head
But you'll always
Regret it all
Sometimes you're happy,
Sometimes you cry yourself to sleep
Sometimes in my nightmares I'm alive
And in my dreams I'm dead
Sometimes theres a reason
And sometimes you just lay your head
Sometimes she smiles at you,
And sometimes you're just dead
But you'll always remain alone
You'll always regret it all
Somtimes you think you have a meaning
But then you die inside
Huligan---I see this as being
Huligan---I see this as being true, but the fact that people just adamantly refuse to accept it, is what is so sad, and makes them so desperate about it. Our thoughts are dead!! And when we sleep, we sleep in our minds. Sometimes we dream, because dreaming is how we work things out from remnants of the day that we haven't fully processed. Sometimes we dream of fantasy-like images and places that are beautiful...but it doesn't mean any of those things are real. What is real is the things we have a choice of, and we have a choice how and what to think, and how we address and create our 'realities'---but if we repeatedly ignore that choice, then yes...the above poem is what we have. I like the poem. It's real. Does any of that make sense? Idk.~peace~
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
I aimed for a bigger array of
I aimed for a bigger array of meanings with this one, and choice is one of those things.
As before, your insights and interpretation makes me happy to know the meaning of my poems donesn't go unheard of!