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Good-Bye Cruel World

Contributed by softerware on Friday, 7th June 2013 @ 02:34:38 PM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry



I dislike reality! What kind of life is this?
Only sleep brings happiness…dreaming brings me bliss!

So I tuck my sleepy head down, and bid my spirit to fly,
Adrift above the musty bed on wings of silk I lie.

Through the window, light as air , the cloak of my existence
Spreads across the sullen sky at my desire’s persistence.

Below the rooftops melt away, oblivious to my flight;
Endless webs of freeways cut white scars across the night.

Smaller, farther shrinks my world, my destiny below.
The tinyness of all my life comes sorrowful to know.

Reality escapes me as the planet slowly fades;
Unbound by worldly cares at last, to play my sleek charade!

Far away to who knows where—time soon disappears;
And in the soundless blackness; I am all that’s here.

Panic stabs my joyride! How far have I driven?
I cannot see and cannot find the world I’ve quite forgiven!

I struggle in slow motion;
The substance mocks my haste;
(For dreams are made for languid walks and never should be chased)!
By summoning my reason I have wrenched my spirit to flesh;
My hauntings and realities destroy themselves to mesh.

I’m lying on my bedroom rug in piles of tangled covers;
To tapping sounds of raindrops as a sleepy sunrise hovers.

Jangling muffled upside down, my snooze alarm’s uncertain
Of all the fuss that’s taken place behind my bedroom curtain!

How close I came I’ll never know..
But had I not looked back;
I may have been there still in that friendless inky black.

But sunlight chose to pierce the dark, and splash in lacy pools;
Across my bedroom floor; upon the gratefulest of fools.





Copyright © softerware ... [ 2013-06-07 14:34:38]
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Re: Good-Bye Cruel World (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 8th December 2013 @ 12:12:08 PM AEST
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I really do like this!! Perfect description of sleep and the escape it provides from our mundane and sometimes cruel lives. Well, for me anyway.


Re: Good-Bye Cruel World (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 31st January 2014 @ 05:30:15 PM AEST
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There are times I'm not too fond of reality either.

I do, however, wish I could control my dreams (like the guy in Freddy's Dead) instead of these weird dreams I predominantly have.

I really like the way you made this the real feel of sleep state and dream state.

Thank you for an enjoyable reading experience.

Timotheus of Miletus
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Re: Good-Bye Cruel World (User Rating: 1 )
by Invierno on Friday, 16th May 2014 @ 08:48:17 AM AEST
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Hi softerware, There are to many gorgeous turns of phrase here to list. You have done an exceptional job as relates to imagery...just exceptional. Super cool...I could go on, but suffice to say, this is impressive and defining....well done, my fellow traveller.

I wrote a short poem that is in the same vein as yours. I think you do a better job defining this observation. Mine is here, for your intellectual consumption. http://www.your-poetry.com/modules.php?name=News&file=article&sid=177871

Blessings,

Invierno


Re: Good-Bye Cruel World (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Thursday, 15th December 2016 @ 05:53:13 PM AEST
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This was a glorious adventure you took us on.
Fabulous indeed.

James


Re: Good-Bye Cruel World (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Thursday, 25th April 2019 @ 11:35:54 PM AEST
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I read it again now.
This was a very wordy and intense write.
What a masterpiece. So much at play here. Wow!!




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