Array ( [sid] => 176256 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Good-Bye Cruel World [time] => 2013-06-07 14:34:38 [hometext] => Dreams aren't all they're cracked up to be! [bodytext] => 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.

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Good-Bye Cruel World
Date: Friday, 7th June 2013 @ 02:34:38 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: softerware
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.



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