Daydream

I’m tired of being tired and I’m tired of no inspiration in my eyes.
Because I can see it all so clearly but I cant touch it and that is torture.
But its beautiful so I crawl at it again.
Sandy lines and fragrant trees are behind my eyelids.
They keep me occupied and asleep.
Hazy and comatic.
Like a slurry dream, and oceans of sleep, keeping me breathing heavy steam.
But I keep on and I keep on again.
Because Fake rules are better then reality.





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purple_people_eater2 said...
Apr. 8, 2010 at 2:08 pm
i agree. this piece definately caught my eye. and i really enjoyed it. keep writing:)
 
Liquid_Sky This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Apr. 8, 2010 at 3:49 pm
thank you :)
 
Saysh said...
Apr. 8, 2010 at 12:41 am
I like it... it's different and interesting. a good read. :) great job.
 
Liquid_Sky This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Apr. 8, 2010 at 3:49 pm
thanks!...
 
Mr_Anonymous said...
Apr. 5, 2010 at 9:40 pm
I love this poem.  It is different, and caught my eye immeadiately.
 
Liquid_Sky This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Apr. 8, 2010 at 3:49 pm
thank you so much! :)
 
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