Smoke swirls around me, I inhale deep and let go, I can't feel my legs. I feel like I'm floating, The clouds swirling all around, Maybe I'm not here. Our feet touch the ground, At least that's what we have always been taught. We were all taught wrong. The things that I know, And the things that I don't, Create my own world. I never feel real, Just and outcast, In a world of clones. The thoughts in my head, They lead me into myself, They make me feel real. My thoughts seem to clash, The words just now come together, This will never work. The ones that you love, Are the ones that can hurt you, So watch them closely. People act these ways Because society dictates them, But cant control me. The ones that we trust, Are the ones we should fear, They are the ones that lie, Right to your face. As I think of them, And my mind begins to wander, I begin my journey. Sitting and waiting, For the world to collapse, But who cares? It was never real. I think that I know, But I never truely learned. One day, I hope to.
You know... the world is (allegedly) supposed to end tonight. Somewhere around 6pm, bunch of earthquakes, blah blah blah. I think the guy's a nutjob just taking people's money to "spread 'The Word.'" The way I figure... The world's gonna come to an end some day... But not on my watch! This kind of makes me think of a scene in the movie Accepted. Which I've experienced a few times myself. Standing in a busy hallway as a plethora of mindless drones swarm around you to whatever destination they're headed. But all you can do is stare in wonder... "Where am 'I' heading?" heh, "class" I guess... but for what? It always seems like the climb takes longer than it should for you to get where you're wanting to go. But, like the term 'climb' suggests, you never can see what's over the hill you're struggling with until you get there. A lot of times, it's easier to live right here in the present. Focus on the now, rather than the future or the past. At the same time tho, you have to recognize the past to learn from your mistakes in order for them not to carry on into the future. idk... you might just think it's just a tidbit written under the influence, but somehow, I believe everything has hidden meaning to it. Remember to reload... it's fk'in crazy out there lol
I'm waiting for the world to collapse, too. To me that has nothing to do with the "objective," "physical" world. To me that's one of the things this poems says - what's real is what's inside us. And for most of us, this shell of me-ness is a prison, and freedom is the prison collapsing, freeing us from all illusion. What makes the prison collapse? Will enough lies, enough hell, break down the walls? Sometimes I think that's what it takes. But being in prison myself and never having yet broken out, I'm only guessing. How do we live from within a prison? The thoughts in our head make us feel real. We need to seek our own truth, our own selves, and be true to ourselves, within the millieu of the world.
All prisoners of our own world of perception, not really knowing if it's the reality or another version of it...love this!
well our perception is what creates our reality. so i suppose (to an extent) what ever we believe to be reality, IS reality? idk tho lol
