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They say it’s mere hallucination. Go on your vacation and come back to your vocation. They say it’s all in your head. Dream while you’re in bed, and wake and forget. They say beloved is the grind. It can be left behind, but do you want shine? They say no lucid living here. Try it and be weird, but do you face the fear?

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I want a nook
where I can clean and cook
go outside to enjoy flowers and a brook
lay in a hammock with a good book
blow in air like laundry on a hook
and everywhere I looked
another breath is took

Words of Nefie

Here’s hope that the spirit of Venus takes over the spirit of Mars.

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The dreams are relentless
Sometimes, I wake up feeling a sickness
But, I feel it before I sleep
as if a spell’s come over me
My vision becomes slightly blurred
and a tingling sensation occurs
I know it will happen again
my dreams will be intense

Sometimes, I’m shaken
like a nightmare has me awaken
It’s, often, abrupt
when I wake up
and I’m in a cold sweat
and have a loss of breath
I think to text
to have my feelings expressed
but, just like
in a drug induced high
I come down
and my thoughts go sound
I breath
and, seemingly
from the spell, I’ve been released
Then, I go back to sleep
only to have similar dreams
So, no change in the tale
I’m still stuck in the spell

This spell, a curse
When not dreaming
I feel the worst
I knew I was taking a risk
the first time we kissed
I wanted bliss
not knowing it’d end like this
Who knew we’d mostly be apart
where dreams played the major part
Maybe, the times I didn’t text
is why I feel this regret
all the feelings I didn’t share
is the reason you don’t seem to care
But, I’m stuck in something
wishing I could back to nothing
Is it withdrawal
A symptom of sorrow
The dreams aren’t haunting
is the distant too daunting
I wish I could say
what has me this way
a cycle of dreams
and feeling unusual things
May it be taken away
May it stay
A curse or love spell
I just ask to be well

Words of Nefie

Sometimes, it must be taken there; you must feel despair to repair.

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Sweet dreams to carry me gently to sleep
They engulf me in a love pure and deep
They tell me everything will be all right
They show me moon and stars in the darkest night
They remind me of days passed and to come
and that I’m alive cause my journey is undone

Words of Nefie

You become automatically wrong when you’re more concerned about what looks right than what is right.