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Bluelighter
Always found poems you can relate to reach out to you more when you can feel you are in that same place. This weeks poet has a way of capturing feelings felt and expresses them clearly.
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Back to Bed 05-03-2004
By jeebus13
A cold wind and colder eyes
make me feel like I need to hasten my departure....
like everyone in this shittown
is somehow waiting for me to make a move.
I feel like I'm living in the single largest shadow
ever to fall on middle America.
I think that the whole world might be
as crazy and irreparable as I have always feared
but it doesn't even make me want to cry anymore.
I used to weep for the lack of care in the world,
then I learned to laugh at the irony of it all,
and now I have trouble even accepting that I am really here...
like this is some great cosmic joke
and I'm the heel.
I can only sigh and go back to bed
and hope that when I wake up it'll all seem better.
I want to hurt myself with Trent Reznor songs
just to prove that I can still feel...
comfortably numb, my ass.
I am so numb it almost stings...
so cold in here,
but it's warmer than out there-
no one even smiles out there.
Maybe it's just me
and the world is really warm and inviting,
but I've finally convinced everyone
that I hate them and want them all to die.
No, I could probably laugh at that.
Well, maybe if I add a shot to my cup of tea
it'll seem warmer
at least in here.
I just wish
people would remember
that we
are not as hollow
as we seem...
maybe they all bought the hype.
Maybe I'm just no good
at remembering that myself.
Oh, well.
Back to bed...
Congrats
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Back to Bed 05-03-2004
By jeebus13
A cold wind and colder eyes
make me feel like I need to hasten my departure....
like everyone in this shittown
is somehow waiting for me to make a move.
I feel like I'm living in the single largest shadow
ever to fall on middle America.
I think that the whole world might be
as crazy and irreparable as I have always feared
but it doesn't even make me want to cry anymore.
I used to weep for the lack of care in the world,
then I learned to laugh at the irony of it all,
and now I have trouble even accepting that I am really here...
like this is some great cosmic joke
and I'm the heel.
I can only sigh and go back to bed
and hope that when I wake up it'll all seem better.
I want to hurt myself with Trent Reznor songs
just to prove that I can still feel...
comfortably numb, my ass.
I am so numb it almost stings...
so cold in here,
but it's warmer than out there-
no one even smiles out there.
Maybe it's just me
and the world is really warm and inviting,
but I've finally convinced everyone
that I hate them and want them all to die.
No, I could probably laugh at that.
Well, maybe if I add a shot to my cup of tea
it'll seem warmer
at least in here.
I just wish
people would remember
that we
are not as hollow
as we seem...
maybe they all bought the hype.
Maybe I'm just no good
at remembering that myself.
Oh, well.
Back to bed...
