Random Musing Poems

[Coolgamer]

All poems were written by me, normally either due to insomnia or depression. It's when I do my best work, but watch out for moodiness.


The Sleepwalkers:

I'm only sleeping,
Waiting for that special chance,
To finally awake and take a stance.

I woke up one day to the same old beat,
to find everyone else was still asleep.

They moved and talked as if awake,
but their minds were taking a permanent break.

They were all fast asleep,
and the whole world kept spinning,
faster and faster, out of control,
and the more I think, the more worry takes hold.

They talked of change and beauty.
They talked of love and peace.
They talked about money and power,
and then they went back to sleep.

Nothing is done. Nothing changes.
No one notices, they've been sleeping for ages.
Mentally snoozing, they are all blind,
the whole human race is out of its mind.

I am the only one awake, so why do I live a nightmare?

I am awake, but not in control,
everything's run by the sleepers of old.

Sometimes I wish I could sleep as well.
To not care about anything or anyone.
A break from reality to save my sanity.
How can such bliss be possible in spite of it all?

I give up my struggle and accept my fate,
I've lost the game, I'm in checkmate.
To fall asleep is my only chance,
I'll take my thoughts with me without a last glace,
at what led to this, my final stand,
between me and a world that is manned,
by the asleep and corrupt, ignorant by will,
so they never have to taste that bitter pill,
of the truth of their ways, of the lies they have told,
all that matters is money and growing old.

So I load my gun and quietly weep,
for I'm about to finally go to sleep.
No last words, what would I say,
to people still asleep everyday?


Final Awakening:

Down the rabbit hole, where I stop, no one knows, in my secret fantasy, no one in hell can get their hands on me. I'm safe in my mind, I'm safe in my brain, I'm safe in my head, but I'm just not quite sane. Keep running rabbit, as fast as you can, for if you don't, it's the end for you, lad. Hour by hour, day by day, spend your life always just running away. Never stay in one spot, never take a pause, lest you end up impaled on sharp claws, and no one will notice, much less care, because why would the world miss one... small... hare. So keep running, little one, like all others do, for you can never be one of the privileged few, that make the rules, that decide what you do, control your life and your family's too. Try to resist, and it's certain you'll fail; the only answer it seems, lies beyond the pale. What are your thoughts, as you unlock that safe, and prepare yourself to finally wake. For the veil over your eyes shall suddenly lift, and you'll see the whole world as you are set adrift, never mind that your body lies on the ground, it can stay there and rot with the rest of the clowns. For you now understand, and finally see, that the end, in fact... just begins a whole other scene.





Falling:

Falling is fun. Both types, I mean. Falling down physically and mentally falling into those touchy areas yet to be fully explored, charted, defined. Both types of falling scare people most of the time, but if you cause the fall to happen, or prepare for it, it can be the most wondrous thing ever.

The difficult part is the act of hitting the ground, or suddenly becoming reconnected with "reality". Both endings can be painful. Mindfalls can be maintained with practice, to continue for a bit after interruption.

A daydream is a stumble into the fabric of being. Dreams are long falls. Dementia and beyond are results of taking the pledge, for you very well CAN misstep in the Dreamworld, and some never find their way back.

Reality has many forms. Crazy simply means that a person's universe works differently for them then it does for us. If they perceive it to be that way, is it true? What defines reality? The realm of reality has many other faces and pathways, if you are ready and prepared to view them in their splendor.

[igotrhythm]

I can't tell if these are actual poems or song lyrics, honestly.

I usually write my stuff when I'm feeling emotional, but only recently has an extreme emotion leaked into my writing. For example, about a year ago I tried to write my own version of the Emerald Sword lyrics about how I disapproved of my parents and their methods. It didn't turn out very well...