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Imaginary

Posted by saw on September 21, 2004, at 6:59:36

I linger in the doorway
of alarm clock screaming monsters calling my name
Let me stay
Where the wind will whisper to me
Where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story.

In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me

Don't say I'm out of touch
With this rampant chaos - your reality
I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge
The nightmare I built my own world to escape

Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming
Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights
Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming
The goddess of imaginery light

Sabrina

Re: Imaginary » saw

Posted by Atticus on September 21, 2004, at 18:36:36

In reply to Imaginary, posted by saw on September 21, 2004, at 6:59:36

Your lovely poem captures perfectly the hardest moment of every day for me: getting out of bed to go to work and face what Hunter S. Thompson called the "grim, meat-hook realities" of the world. Atticus

Re: Imaginary

Posted by Angela2 on September 21, 2004, at 20:53:06

In reply to Imaginary, posted by saw on September 21, 2004, at 6:59:36

I like it. You seem in pain with passion, but with hope it will go away (you built your own world). I keep thinking about the "your reality" part and wonder if you could elaborate. Is it reality in general or is it literally someone else's point of view that you stray away from being a part of? You are a good writer, hope to hear more from you.

> I linger in the doorway
> of alarm clock screaming monsters calling my name
> Let me stay
> Where the wind will whisper to me
> Where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story.
>
> In my field of paper flowers
> And candy clouds of lullaby
> I lie inside myself for hours
> And watch my purple sky fly over me
>
> Don't say I'm out of touch
> With this rampant chaos - your reality
> I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge
> The nightmare I built my own world to escape
>
> Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming
> Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights
> Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming
> The goddess of imaginery light
>
>
> Sabrina

Re: Imaginary » Angela2

Posted by saw on September 22, 2004, at 2:03:19

In reply to Re: Imaginary, posted by Angela2 on September 21, 2004, at 20:53:06

Yes, I built my own world. And I often regret the bricks I used. I think I was referring to the reality of those who do not have mental illnesses and their failure to understand. I am still hurting very badly after an argument with my husband a week ago where he told me to "just snap out of it". I am hanging on to this hurt for some reason and desperately need to let it go and don't know how. I desperately need him to know that I did not bring this on myself as he seems to think.
Being well again, if I ever will be, is beyond my imagination right now.

Sabrina

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