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Grave Thoughts***
Swayed by the unyielding
the urge to control time
to go back,or shift forward
escape the confines of my mind
i am transfixed in this place
this miraged moment of stasis
dizzy and dissolute from
the desires of my soul's oasis
haplessly spinning on an axis
that turbid resolution conceives
i refuse to stay here
yet i can not leave
seems the more i seek light
darkness gains momentum
and i sway in yesterday
back and forth like a pendulum
these methodic tic toc
pains that pulse prolongs
right to left,right or wrong
i spin on and on
left to right
blah blah blah same sad song
damn right, i left his ass
but can't help wonder... am i wrong?
these thoughts my jail
my hell, my insanity
there is no escape
only insomniatic narcolepsy
burning the midnight oil
while the rest of the world sleeps
seems time slows
to the pace a snail creeps
eclipses of revelations
and ever pouring sands
yes i have way to much
time on my hands
as i sit sifting
thoughts drifting thru diffusion
"my days are nights,nights are days"
a state utter of confusion
restless,tired and weary eyed
but for everyone else the day has just begun
i'm internally throwed off
when up pops the morning sun
I daydream nightmarish dreams
of dreams spent dreaming dreams
wide awake but sleep sleep sleep
is what my body screams
upon the brink of madness
eyelids heavy,as off to sleep i drift
graveyard indeed, life's satirical reference
to working the night shift
the urge to control time
to go back,or shift forward
escape the confines of my mind
i am transfixed in this place
this miraged moment of stasis
dizzy and dissolute from
the desires of my soul's oasis
haplessly spinning on an axis
that turbid resolution conceives
i refuse to stay here
yet i can not leave
seems the more i seek light
darkness gains momentum
and i sway in yesterday
back and forth like a pendulum
these methodic tic toc
pains that pulse prolongs
right to left,right or wrong
i spin on and on
left to right
blah blah blah same sad song
damn right, i left his ass
but can't help wonder... am i wrong?
these thoughts my jail
my hell, my insanity
there is no escape
only insomniatic narcolepsy
burning the midnight oil
while the rest of the world sleeps
seems time slows
to the pace a snail creeps
eclipses of revelations
and ever pouring sands
yes i have way to much
time on my hands
as i sit sifting
thoughts drifting thru diffusion
"my days are nights,nights are days"
a state utter of confusion
restless,tired and weary eyed
but for everyone else the day has just begun
i'm internally throwed off
when up pops the morning sun
I daydream nightmarish dreams
of dreams spent dreaming dreams
wide awake but sleep sleep sleep
is what my body screams
upon the brink of madness
eyelids heavy,as off to sleep i drift
graveyard indeed, life's satirical reference
to working the night shift
Published 25th Jul 2014
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25th Jul 2014 7:02pm
Man where do I start? your skills with writing?-- hats off!
I really liked this piece. awesomely inked indeed.
I really liked this piece. awesomely inked indeed.
25th Jul 2014 7:08pm
26th Jul 2014 3:08am
I refuse to stay here, yet I cannot leave....
Loved these lines!
Awesome job!!!!!
Loved these lines!
Awesome job!!!!!
26th Jul 2014 5:31pm
26th Jul 2014 6:20pm
it's a very heavy write, the madness, the dreams of dreams.
if you write under the midnight sun, you're in good & delirious company...
if you write under the midnight sun, you're in good & delirious company...
27th Jul 2014 3:37pm
Its true fr all nd concious whn free in my subconcious stage "i refuse to stay here
yet i can not leave
yet i can not leave
1st Aug 2014 3:22pm
Controlling time has been a topic of meditation for weeks for me. But then my workday begins at 6 p.m., ends at 4 a.m. and then it's 11 miles longboarding on the backroads. The inbetween places, the isolation, yields greater introspection. Or greater impact thereof. To embrace your own everything means blurring a lot of boundaries in order to make limits disappear. When life behind the scenes yields towards time vanishing except as a reflection of social standards? Freedom deepens.
haplessly spinning on an axis
that turbid resolution conceives
i refuse to stay here
yet i can not leave
turbid resolution instantly brought to mind the optical illusion device of a disk. A bird is painted on one side, a bird cage is painted on the other. The disk is hole-punched on top and bottom, monofilament cord is tied in each hole, and when the line is twisted and the disk is spun? A clear picture of a bird in a cage.
On a more flesh-and-mess level, spinning in place is suggestive of being captive. Some possessive asshole spun the "two-sides-of-you" story to keep your wheels spinning and then kept making manipulative "observations"? Really hope I'm wrong and that never happened, but if it did? Get the fuck away from anyone who examines you that way.
burning the midnight oil
while the rest of the world sleeps
seems time slows
to the pace a snail creeps
Eerily similar to something I'd jotted months ago..
"Grasp the road, past the race,
World moves around me at a gastropoda's pace
I flow until I make the exploder face!"
Think I might've misquoted myself on the last one, but whatevs. The brunt of it is dangerous minds think alike.
eclipses of revelations
and ever pouring sands
yes i have way to much
time on my hands
Why does all divination eventually come back to the desert?
restless,tired and weary eyed
but for everyone else the day has just begun
i'm internally throwed off
when up pops the morning sun
Riiiight around the time I reach my driveway. Nothing left for the world but worn.
Graveyard shift means we step outside of time and are everyday reborn.
haplessly spinning on an axis
that turbid resolution conceives
i refuse to stay here
yet i can not leave
turbid resolution instantly brought to mind the optical illusion device of a disk. A bird is painted on one side, a bird cage is painted on the other. The disk is hole-punched on top and bottom, monofilament cord is tied in each hole, and when the line is twisted and the disk is spun? A clear picture of a bird in a cage.
On a more flesh-and-mess level, spinning in place is suggestive of being captive. Some possessive asshole spun the "two-sides-of-you" story to keep your wheels spinning and then kept making manipulative "observations"? Really hope I'm wrong and that never happened, but if it did? Get the fuck away from anyone who examines you that way.
burning the midnight oil
while the rest of the world sleeps
seems time slows
to the pace a snail creeps
Eerily similar to something I'd jotted months ago..
"Grasp the road, past the race,
World moves around me at a gastropoda's pace
I flow until I make the exploder face!"
Think I might've misquoted myself on the last one, but whatevs. The brunt of it is dangerous minds think alike.
eclipses of revelations
and ever pouring sands
yes i have way to much
time on my hands
Why does all divination eventually come back to the desert?
restless,tired and weary eyed
but for everyone else the day has just begun
i'm internally throwed off
when up pops the morning sun
Riiiight around the time I reach my driveway. Nothing left for the world but worn.
Graveyard shift means we step outside of time and are everyday reborn.
5th Aug 2014 00:31am
11 miles longboarding after working all night..whew! i dont think worn is a strong enough word...thanks for reading Noah,wow im almost at a lost for words..your comment moved me deeply :) it goes without saying "you get it"
"The inbetween places, the isolation, yields greater introspection"
"A clear picture of a bird in a cage."ok that part was so incredible eery it made me teary-eyed (can't help it, i'm a girl lol)
i concur "dangerous minds think alike"
thanks again for the wonderful feedback and the smile :)
"The inbetween places, the isolation, yields greater introspection"
"A clear picture of a bird in a cage."ok that part was so incredible eery it made me teary-eyed (can't help it, i'm a girl lol)
i concur "dangerous minds think alike"
thanks again for the wonderful feedback and the smile :)