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The idiots who talk

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I died in my dream a few nights ago,
Was resurrected without purpose
Just like the first time through this ride.

They say you never die in dreams,
but that’s a lie and everyone knows it
And its said drams only last fifteen seconds
But I woke up with a headache from crying
And having to tell my dream mother how I had died
Inside of my dreams while I cried so long
In real life
That I woke up with a headache,
So I that’s false to.

Maybe they don’t know much of anything
About dreams
Or loss
Or misery
And all the DSM’s in the world
And every little comment is just guess work,
Nominalist guesswork at best,
And they can’t tell you a fucking thing about
Your heart
Your mind
Or love.

Optimism fights reality

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Every touch,

a piece of heart,

a lonely pair,

with a new start.

 

Prophets didn't write it down,

a new beginning, a new town,

a fresh filter for my thoughts,

throw the old ones to the dogs.

 

I watch the sun rise over hills,

you populated with poison quills,

but will roam around no longer.

 

My strength returns slowly;

my eye catches a ray of sun,

a ray of hope,

a new dawn.

 

Infused with energy,

a smile spreads across my face like cancer,

the chances of its survival are the same,

or maybe not this time.

 

Optimism fights with reality,

a spear tipped with malice and distrust,

swinging like a welterweight in the first,

occasionally biting crimson,

but often slicing air alone;

the battle will end somehow.

 

Everything ends,

somehow.