Dream's Mysterium

Tag: poets

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  • Don’t Be a Class Traitor

    I’d rather be a hater There are some things you should never ever do Like sell out your comrades Or make someone feel bad Who never did the slightest thing to you. So be true to yourself Don’t pretend to be someone else And you’ll never have the problems that you might If you were…

  • My best friends are in my head

    They dictate things to me. They make me make choose the strangest things When choice’s come to me. The right way may not seem obvious To myself at the time, But I can depend on the subconscious To respond in kind.

  • I Figured I Would Write a Poem

    To sate your growing brain. For if you’re on this trip with me, I’ve little to explain. The concepts I will share with you Will take you to the moon. Then you can say you got their first And write a blissful tune. The people who would run from me Are only so afraid Of…

  • None of This is New

    I must remind myself There’s nothing wrong with your perspective.You’re just dealing with evil people. This is nothing you didn’t know. None of this is new.

  • Poison Ice Cream Song

    This is something I am working on I thought I would share with you so you can compare it to the finished version when I get around to finishing it. CHORUS Poooison Ice Cream! Tastes like shit but it gets you high Poison Ice Cream They won’t tell you just why Poooison Ice Cream! Have…

  • Tell Your Kids

    Come gather round, children. There’re stories to tell. My time here is finite. And yours a springwell. We shall talk Beowulf, Grendel, his foe— We shall talk Shakespeare, And Normans  And Rome. And we shall talk England  And harbors of tea. A great many things Have I to tell thee. So come gather round Let…

  • There’s Nothing Wrong With You

    There’s nothing wrong with you.Don’t let them tell you otherwise.That’s what they want to do—To make you see with different eyes.As one without a clue.You’re wearing one specific guiseAnd no one else is you.That’s why you need an alibi. The world is evil, see?Do not forget you know this, son.It’s not who you might be.It’s…

  • It’s Not Your Fault No one Understands You

    Stop doubting yourself  Stop believing the lies They don’t even know you that well— A surprise!  And no one can know they provoked you to act! A once-again feeling — a panic attack! There’s only one person who needs to have faith Be sure not to lose it, your life is at stake

  • You… mow?

    No one anywhere understands me. Everyone everywhere disgusts me. No one’s trying nearly this hard. Everyone mows their fucking yard. That, I find, is real absurd. That’s why we are losing birds.When your life depends on bees, Flowers simply can’t be weeds.

  • Every breath I take is painful – 

    Every waking moment, hard. I have prayed so long for respite. And this Hell has left me scarred. Everyone is fucking evil and they aren’t even trying. You try to trust a person but then all you get is lying. If I had a million dollars I would’ve shared it with the fools Because even…

  • The Ones Who Believe Me

    Live in the sky I try to ask God. He does not say why. “You must have four wings if you want to fly.”  The Cherribum say to me. The reason for everyone seems to be different Like, I am a teacher, but you are an idgit.  And I can even get you to admit…

  • Coachable

    I trust too much implicitly Wish life’s about simplicity Oh people and their drama  Yes I know that needs a comma I wish I were dead instead I forgot to use my head  Although I use it more than most And I do not need to boast Deed a title to your son Seems that…

  • Today, I write a letter

    to a man who’s getting better but is really facing issues like a lack of toilet tissue Everyday I prosper Ha, just kidding I’m accosted By the men who want my ham To invest it in a scam. You must believe I’m lyin’ But, my dear, you see me tryin’ So I must believe my…

  • Writing for me is cleansing

    Like a cold shower on a hot day. Just in from enjoying the summer. Writing for me is a lifeline. I think non artists think that’s hyperbole. I’m sure without text, I could write in my head As the wise poets once did. But it preserves a moment in time That otherwise would be lost…