Sometimes when there's that scream, that sream of violence that wants to work itself out to a dream of silence. This creates a place where reality and my dreams combine, to give me what is mine. This creates a place where imagination roams free and lets itself be who imagination wants to be. When I'm dreamed into this place, I must enter through a heavenly hell, a place where god's soul must sell. A place where things I fear to say run wild, like a haloed devil, or angels causing trouble. These types of things pretend to peel my feelings away from me, leaving me skinless, heartless.......mindless? Hey Mr.Everything, if you can search and you can find, then you must teach me of my other side........my dreams? Teach me of things I must learn to understand like a burned devil, an inch stretch out to a mile, or a God without a smile. A whole other world of things only imagined by people of a whole other race. Other species, and different mankind developing a chosen race, completing this at their own sense of pace. Can you teach me how to speak my words of wisdom, teach me how to taste my sense of knowledge. If your to let me go, let me fall and lose it all, try to touch my feelings before their peeled right off of me. Please write comments in comment box below. Thank you.
Reason for writing:
man, now i know why god gave me imagination. cause that's wuh this poem is made of baby, and lots of it too.
i can't remember what i was thinking when i wrote this. but i must have bin trippin or some shit cause this poem is harsh. read again slowly and just think about what i'm saying. its pretty mental shit man. i'd say this was one of my best poems.
Birth sign: Gemini
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