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    We’ll wake in dreamland.

    In light of Inception, I found this poem I wrote in 2007 that reminded me of the movie. As far as the movie goes, I think even trying to analyze it would do it no justice.

    Truth is subjective. Reality is as real as you can allow it to be. The more you tell a lie, the more you start believing it’s real. The more you walk in dreamland, the more you allow yourself to discredit the things you value in real life.

    It’s sort of like drugs isn’t it? When reality becomes so painful, you walk on vicodin clouds. It becomes the reality you choose to live in. And life becomes glorious again. And least bearable. Whose to tell you that euphoria isn’t real.

    And so it is.

    ________________________

    Before I wake, before I sleep, middle of the night
    I indulge my senses with the taste of you
    Feel your warmth, inhale the slight cologne
    I take enough so that you can walk in my dreams
    Follow me through trenches
    Run through dark cemeteries
    Race through hallways of an abandoned school
    Build up anxiety and panic at whatever sick, twisted reality that I manifest
    If the creatures of delusions could speak, they would tell you that I’m a sick fuck
    They would tell you it’s useless to run
    It’s my world
    I stop, play, pause as I please
    Don’t worry
    In dreamland, you’re always my hero
    The one I follow to the edge of the cliff
    The one I close my eyes and trust
    The one who valiantly attempts to rescue me
    When I foolishly put myself in the midst of danger
    But you never make it in time
    Each and every time
    I watch from the heavens of dreamland
    Feed on your panic as you discover that I’m gone
    Dead, beaten, bruised, choked, damaged
    Whatever little deaths I desire
    Enough pain to wake you in your sleep
    Enough insecurities to rollover to the day
    To make you tighten your grip around my waist
    Whisper I love you’s in my ear
    Ask me if I love you back in your hazy wake

    Tell me you can never let me go
    We’ll talk again in dreamland

    I was a fever and you let me burn out of control.

    We was a fever together

    You let the fever burn
    Cuz it always feels good.
    I was bad enough for the both of us
    You was good enough for the both of us
    You wanted to see how far you can push
    Because I would never tell you its too far
    Then you left me to burn alone.
    Left me to free fall.
    I wanted you to believe me
    Pull me back
    Tell me that
    Everything is going to be ok
    That you trust me
    And I trust you
    And I’m not as bad as they say
    And if I am.

    I want you to burn with me
    Like the old times
    For old time’s sake
    I want things to go back to how they were before that night.
    I want things to go back to before
    I got so screwed up.

    But you refuse.
    You say you don’t trust me
    You’re willing to let me burn alone

    Maybe you’re right.
    Maybe I did it on purpose.
    There are lines I’ll cross.
    Fucking watch me.
    I’m unfixable, maybe that’s right too.
    But you’re my last shot
    You want to be good and you want to be right?
    I’ll show you how fucking right you are.

    Because I can
    Because I know things
    About you
    Your family
    Your friends
    And I know them before you do

    So what are you going to do about it?
    You let the fever burn.

    xoxo

    “It’s like you to ruin a good thing” – Regrets But No Remorse circa August 2007

    It is but a pair of black chuck taylors
    She looked at me with anger and said come outside
    He loves you she says
    You owe him an explanation.

    I am but a sixteen year old girl
    Thinking I understand the world.
    I’m snapping my gum in her face.
    Telling her you’ll never understand
    Not knowing that I barely understand

    She hates me I know it
    But in my mind who is she
    Thanks for being my messenger
    I’m weak faking strong
    “I can hate you but you’re stronger” she says
    “In his mind”

    I tell her drop it off at the door
    Drop off his pain
    Drop off his love
    I’ll sort through it when I get a chance

    The black chuck taylors.
    Last gift from him
    He knew a size three was so hard to find
    I wish I could have told him, “that’s the sweetest thing you have done for me”
    But like many things
    Too late

    Five years later, a new He picks up those chuck taylors
    Do you want them? I ask him
    To paint he says
    I say go ahead. I hardly wear those anymore
    It’s nothing but a patch of high school

    They live in the closet with the other chuck taylors
    The others without a past
    The others that live oblivious
    I can live without knowing
    That they were those chuck taylors

    Less than twenty four hours, he shows me my new chuck taylors
    Now mingled with reds, yellows, and a dash of blue
    On his tongue was sunshine, in the heart I love you
    I wish I could have told him, “that’s the sweetest thing you have done for me”

    But

    I smiled and hardly wore them again
    Because it is not in my character
    I am but a twenty two year old
    That thinks she understands the world

    Now the shoes lay in the back of my trunk
    A reminder of the has beens
    A reminder of our fights
    The “give it backs” and “fine-take-its”
    A reminder that I never cared about anyone but myself

    Last night I remembered
    I wish I was my old black chuck taylors 

    All the things she said. running through my head.

    I guess it’s not like I never noticed
    Ok I lied I never really noticed
    Guess I never really paid attention
    To what you like, how you are
    All that bullshit
    Now that I like you it’s an issue
    I finally take mental notes
    Of what is you
    Now do I really still like you
    Or like the ideal of you  
    Impractical doubts, they stack up tall
    Lingering marks on the wall
    Physical signs of what has been
    Plastic and paper proof of
    What we had then
    But truth
    It’s not my space
    It’s not my life
    It’s not my place to say what’s right
    I could tell you everything that is going wrong
    I could tell you everything that is going strong
    I could tell you today was the best day
    I could tell you today is the last day
    I could but I don’t and you know this
    Cuz I try and try to console this
    So I hide and hide and don’t hold this
    As a grudge but it’s hard
    Cuz it’s building
    Inside and I can’t stop
    Cuz it’s growing
    I can cry
    I can whine
    I can destroy this
    I can smile
    I can lie
    I can play this
    Cuz truth is I owe you nothing
    When bottom line
    You equated yourself to nothing
    You can self destruct
    You can cure cancer
    For all I care
    You can love
    You can hate
    For all I care
    I can live without the crazy people telling me
    All the things
    All the lies
    That I’ve been repeating to me
    I’m driving myself crazy
    Trying to drive myself crazy
    So I guess if I didn’t like you
    In the first place
    Then this wouldn’t be so crazy.

    I know why you drink, Letters circa 2007

    Lately because I need it too
    We have nothing in common
    So when we’re not arguing
    We’re not speaking
    Because well
    We have nothing in common
    I find it better when I’m flying
    In a alcoholic haze
    That burns in the morning
    But the morning is so far away
    What matters is now
    My escape is now
    I wasn’t drunk last night
    And I kept wanting to slip away when you were sleeping
    Then I stopped
    Because I remember how you need me
    Or I remember that being asleep is pretty much
    The same as being drunk
    Whatever gets me through the night

    Dear Diary, Letters to Myself circa 12/2005

    Dear Diary

    I promised I’d write, but its been 3 years
    I’ve moved around but haven’t really gone nowhere
    I trusted these jerks before I trusted in you
    Poured my heart out cuz I lusted for dude
    I shoulda known better than to leave my heart open
    Some pain will keep you hoping, leave you hoping
    Stuck with nothing but hope died choking

    I know I have some issues with confronting my feelings
    But being where I been in, you would be scared to give in

    I look in the mirror and see nothing special
    Stuck in the hell hole, with a man I can’t let go
    Knowing myself, I stop calling forever
    Forget it all together, and pull myself together…..

    Dear Diary

    Sometimes I cry, in the corner I cry
    In the corner I die, scared of the foreigner inside
    I can’t confront her, I’m allergic to reality
    I’m taken by bliss, when ignorance is fatality

    Dear Diary

    Today I have nothing to say
    Please make this pain go away….

    Dear Diary

    I can’t front it hurts to talk about them
    Guess its best since I don’t know a lot about them
    I mean, I see them everyday yet the distance is mental
    What once was fundamental, love has turned and left so…
    Mommy wasn’t any better when it came to my Dad
    He made me bleed but with her turned scabs
    It always starts off as an argument
    To make me act an ass again
    So in return, this shit keeps happening
    Don’t wanna feel like this again

    Yet this shit comes day after day
    Wanna run away……

    Dear Diary,

    I inked you in black and white
    Never asked if you liked color, how about red tonight
    Slowly drench your pages with crimson laced fear
    No need for words tonight, swallow my tears
    I hear you slowly ripping, my words soon illegible
    Can’t hear you no more, soon to hell I go
    Tell my sister I love her, and I’m so sorry
    That she’s way stronger
    and she doesn’t have to join me
    I don’t blame no one, this feeling is lovely
    The last words of a girl who feels unworthy

    “If you like to break a heart, please hang up and try again” - Letters circa 2007

     My fist spoke volumes to your chest tonight

    Louder than My Chemical Romance in the background

    Before MTV popularized broken hearts between girls and boys

    I want a hot boy, you want a fly girl

    A fly girl that never flies away

    Yes she knows where she’s going

    No I don’t think I’ll be staying

    No more telling people that I’m taken

    No more watching water boil in your kitchen

    Three minute top ramen left uncooked

    No more operators transferring your I love yous

    You only live and love in saved voicemails

    On demand, over and over again

    I no longer look for your key underneath your door mat out of habit

    No longer look for your key fitting my heart

    or under my skirt

    Still fits but no longer same

    You enter with a vengeance matching I love you in every thrust

    Willing the floodgates to open

    Willing me to accept your flaws

    Willing me to stay

    Take my phone off your charger, shut out the noise

    You can lie and live forever in my Nokia

    I’m almost to your door

    The one that let me in

    Now let me leave

    I reach for your key to open

    But you hide it away

    Replay voicemails in my head

    Come over, don’t leave, come over, don’t leave

    To replay this message, press one

    To replay this message, press one

    To forget you forever, press three

    Fuck it

    Give me back your key if you want me to stay

    I’m only here because I’m addicted

    to the broken hearts of MTV

    As if drinking wasn’t enough.

    Take today and promise me tomorrow

    Take your shirt, your cologne, and the box of memories

    funny how little we can amount to

    I’ll burn and blow ashes

    Charred, broken, irreplaceable

    to the left, to the left, it spills into your Corona

    Garnished with a lime

    Making the emptiness burn

    The stranger takes the drink and swallows

    Swallow my pain, his love, my lies

    his semen that dripped liquid hate down my throat

    He knocks that drink back and stares

    Taste familiar. Yes?

    Taste similar. Yes?

    Does it remind you of the broken hearts that you endured?

    That every selfish bitch puts you through?

    All heartbreak ends the same

    Liquid prototypes of the broken hearts in every sad song

    You embrace my pain

    I’ll fancy yours

    Till we break up then make up

    and then three times more

    Then we can take our ashes and pour

    In another unsuspecting stranger’s drink

    and on it goes 

    again

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