Stream of Consciousness
Wake Up
😴💤ðŸ’💤😴 You Are Asleep In The Realm Of Morpheus Nightmares Dreams You Remember Dreams You Forget Dreams You Love Drifting You Feel For The Button The Alarm Is Sounding In The Comfort Of Your Bed You Are Awake 😴💤ðŸ’💤😴
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Wishing on Paper Planes
I am only as good as the people in the room. I hate that. I will not lift you out of your funk. I will not supply laughter where there is none. I will not be the one to bring the light with me if you want to wallow in darkness. I am only as good as the people in the room. But I want to be better. I wish I laughed more easily. I wish I had dreams. Then I could make plans to get to them. I wish I recalled memories filled with joy when I reminisced, imagining everything my life could be, content with what it is. I wish I threw paper planes with the future scrawled in their folds and competed to see just how far I would go. I wish I could watch the rise and fall of my journey, inhaling and exhaling the way the love of my life breathes deeply in sleep right next to me. The way I imagine he would. And I wish I didn’t wish to be free of loneliness by picturing a fictional you at my side. I wish I found freedom in the single me that I am and balanced myself on a seesaw by having the courage to stand at its fulcrum. I wish I didn’t wither at every unexpected turn but found myself walking on tightropes and falling from airplanes and landing in a pile of adrenaline on mountaintops that kiss the clouds. I wonder if the scale would tip too far if I jumped into the pool before I knew how to swim. But I am still here instead of where I could be. What do the paper planes say? Learn to be free of the people in the room.
By Bugsy Watts2 years ago in Poets
