chaosbydesign
Bluelighter
It comforts me so much to think that maybe, we're all together.
That this life is close or distant depending on which angle you are graced by,
that we could share the same consciousness only split into different brains,
that ideas and communication are all that you need, that existence needs,
that assholes are only that way because of their conditioning but at heart they are just scared and confused,
and that no matter what, there is always another option, no matter how farfetched.
No matter how controversial it may be or how touchy people might get about it.
(Ex: Death)
It comforts me to take myself to this place.
For just a while, this is me. Or lack of me: the truth.
Every object used to have meaning to me
in an unconventional way,
I'd know what to use it for within a split second,
often to create a thought exchange or laughter of some kind.
To see the smile on someone's face or provoke.
And, my surroundings! This world we live in...
A world that sculpts itself every day.
If constant motion is an adventure,
analysis and observation are ecstasy.
Every meaning and emotion placed back where it belongs.
I've been trying for amusement, but amusement hasn't been showing its face lately.
Well, I found it here.
Amusement of the variety that transcends time, matter and space.
To merely exist is a joke...
and that is insanely beautiful to me.
perchance enough to send me into writhing fits of laughter and bewilderment,
but this is understanding, not disrespect.
For you are the epitome of the peculiar feeling
that has influenced the path of my life.
The only force that caused motion,
or led me to any place.
The magnetic force has dropped me off here,
and it's so dense with concentration.
Drawn to it like a mothie moth, I know nothing and I bask in wonder.
To think this could be a problem
is a fatal thought if I ever had one.
There must be something that I'm meant to do here.
Because that girl who had disappeared to dissociation is back again.
We remember the day she hopped on that bus, with no explanation and no remorse.
But now, she peers at herself from the vantage point on the balcony,
Now featuring emotions such as guilt and empathy.
How they plague her, but strengthen her all the same.
You give me hope, my friend.
I don't challenge my guardian, I embrace it.
I don't need permission to come through; I used to live here.
After that gradual deportation,
all I can do is long to return.
I hope that you'll always welcome me,
but that's probably up to me..
for when we fuse, you extend from me.
It's so beautiful, I can't help b...
Note: When I say "you", I am referring to the psychedelic, or the spirit of the psychedelic... whatever you want to make of that I guess, lol.
That this life is close or distant depending on which angle you are graced by,
that we could share the same consciousness only split into different brains,
that ideas and communication are all that you need, that existence needs,
that assholes are only that way because of their conditioning but at heart they are just scared and confused,
and that no matter what, there is always another option, no matter how farfetched.
No matter how controversial it may be or how touchy people might get about it.
(Ex: Death)
It comforts me to take myself to this place.
For just a while, this is me. Or lack of me: the truth.
Every object used to have meaning to me
in an unconventional way,
I'd know what to use it for within a split second,
often to create a thought exchange or laughter of some kind.
To see the smile on someone's face or provoke.
And, my surroundings! This world we live in...
A world that sculpts itself every day.
If constant motion is an adventure,
analysis and observation are ecstasy.
Every meaning and emotion placed back where it belongs.
I've been trying for amusement, but amusement hasn't been showing its face lately.
Well, I found it here.
Amusement of the variety that transcends time, matter and space.
To merely exist is a joke...
and that is insanely beautiful to me.
perchance enough to send me into writhing fits of laughter and bewilderment,
but this is understanding, not disrespect.
For you are the epitome of the peculiar feeling
that has influenced the path of my life.
The only force that caused motion,
or led me to any place.
The magnetic force has dropped me off here,
and it's so dense with concentration.
Drawn to it like a mothie moth, I know nothing and I bask in wonder.
To think this could be a problem
is a fatal thought if I ever had one.
There must be something that I'm meant to do here.
Because that girl who had disappeared to dissociation is back again.
We remember the day she hopped on that bus, with no explanation and no remorse.
But now, she peers at herself from the vantage point on the balcony,
Now featuring emotions such as guilt and empathy.
How they plague her, but strengthen her all the same.
You give me hope, my friend.
I don't challenge my guardian, I embrace it.
I don't need permission to come through; I used to live here.
After that gradual deportation,
all I can do is long to return.
I hope that you'll always welcome me,
but that's probably up to me..
for when we fuse, you extend from me.
It's so beautiful, I can't help b...
Note: When I say "you", I am referring to the psychedelic, or the spirit of the psychedelic... whatever you want to make of that I guess, lol.
And I have no idea what kind of piece that is, haha... I don't study poetry styles; I just like to get my emotions across. Whatever style that happens to be is the one that was best for conveying that message, I suppose!