i dream of heavy sleep.

sleepless the light parts through my curtains eating at the darkness
i dream of heavy sleep. and the mummer of my neighbors limp and exhausted
the turmoil from existence leaves us left so alone with ourselves... in our minds.
hide behind this small divide, i try to keep these hard shut eyes. but it's hard to hide.
i sit in front of these blank pages feeling useless. i keep chugging like the fucking little engine,
but the motor of this world has been focused for a long time coming. i feel small in comparison to all of you. but my ideas will swallow you and make you part of this whole.
and this mornings the sun makes me feel like i'm drowning.
awoken to realize that i haven't really been sleeping... i can't remember the last time i really had a dream, that wasn't rooted in the vast spances of our horizons, but those are always marginalized... this breath... the breath of humanity... it's suffocating... we have learned to evolve with these contradictions, seemingly sympathetic to ourselves we start to play the victim.
i make all this noise... because i need all this attention. oh what a broken system, i'm born in to,
lost across the cataclysm of entropy of the tip of the pendulum swing.
it's been a long time coming. and your just going to let us go out like that.
We have to teach ourselves, they have failed in teaching us.

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[leftysergeant]

You have something to say to all of us, but is our language so structured that you can say it so that we will understand? That is the poet's dilemna. It can wear you down, sometimes so badly that it shows. You look as though you could use a good night's sleep.

[newcomposition]

@leftysergeant thank you, i wanted to know your words arn't lost on me. i could always uses sleep, but then where would everything be, if i just let it all go.

[CelphaFiael]

i think you're beautiful

[newcomposition]

@CelphaFiael it's been a process in of it's self. i am ready to break this world as so to grow past our petty limitations. the trick is to set into process almost an algorithmic that can eventually trick a few billion in to evolve emotionally and psychologically. as i'm sure that you're smart enough to see, we have a cap on our current state of reality... there are fewer and fewer people, countries, idea, to exploit and take advantage of. maybe we will wake up in time... dosen't look good

[janeczka]

I like this a lot, and the reading too, even though you look completely exhausted in this.

[newcomposition]

@janeczka it's the act of feeling beaten and speaking it's truths. some of these days feel like i'm just spinning these wheels. other days my world grows so big that i feel so alien to the everything around me. i'm trying not to let it drive me crazy

[newcomposition]

@fellowtuber123 i hope it one day feeds back into my soul.

[fellowtuber123]

this poem is heavy like torrential rain. the kind of weightiness needed to rinse away exhaustion, pricking the surface of my flesh to awaken these tired limbs.