Essential The Locker Room's Random Thoughts

[Aphrodite]

So, I've got this dream, right.
And in this dream, I wake up.
I get up, get fresh, and step outside.
Everything is normal until it isn't.
Because as I step out, I step up.
What I mean is- my first step is my last step, because my feet no longer touch the ground.
Somehow, inexplicably, gravity has forgotten me and I am floating.
It's like nothing I've experienced before.
It feels like nothing, yet more.
That ever-present reassurance of solid ground beneath my feet is gone now.
I am no longer held to the earth, cradled close to its firm bosom.
I am a balloon without a string.
Gently rising into the gray dawn.
In a matter of moments, I'm higher than my head.
6 feet and rising with nothing to hold onto.
I shout but no one hears me.
All the world is still sleeping.
I've never seen my neighborhood from this angle before.
Grass sparkles, emerald blades dripping tears of diamond dew.
The corners of the world have yet to settle and harden.
Everythinbeautiful l soft and new, as morning mist curls close like a sleepy lover.
I am in awe of how extraordinary the ordinary can be.
I slip past my roof and just miss grabbing its edge.
And quick as a blink, my wonder turns to fear.
What if I fall? What if I drop?
Will I break my legs? Will my heart stop?
And then I stop, calmed by that final prospect-
Of an end to life, thought, and pain.
I have clung so dearly to every breath with nothing real to gain.
Looking down, I see what I leave behind:
My house- my home, family, friends, ex- lovers,
Everyone I've disappointed and made me feel alone.
It's all miniature now, shrunken down to the size of ants by my ascent.
Higher and still higher, I rise with the morning sun.
Radiant beams turn the dusky gray into brilliant blue.
I lean back and look up into the cloudless celestial ceiling.
I briefly wonder if anyone can see me now.
If my absence will be noted, the lack of my presence mourned.
Because I hope not.
I hope I slip out of mind and memory, like fetal dreams.
I hope I leave not a name or a face but a feeling.
And still, I rise.
It's harder to breathe now.
A chill settles over me and seeps into my core.
A cold so deep, I know I will never be warm again.
I can see the curve of the world now...
The way everything bends at the edges until there are no edges,
And it all comes full circle.
I understand that I am in space, but I do not feel.
My nerves have long since been devoured by frost.
I am alone now.
Truly.
No longer tied to a world I never felt a part of yet always pretending.
I float out and away, into the infinite nothing.
My skin is just a hollow shell now.
I am empty on the inside:
As I have always been-
A hollow man.
One day, maybe tomorrow, maybe in a million years, I will crash into some celestial body.
And then, even this frozen shell will shatter into icy dust.
That's when the nothingness inside will join the nothingness outside,
And I will no longer be, me.

Your poetry is always so beautifully written but sad.

 

[ill_will82]

It explains why my cousin kept talking about "downtown Detroit" and nothing else when she was trying to convince me to not move out of state

If you ever get an opportunity to move away from Michigan run because I know I would. Detroit is a mess the jobs are outside the city and nikkas is still wildin'.

 

[Aphrodite]

 

[Mojo Jojo Morpheus]

Your poetry is always so beautifully written but sad.

It's just a recurring dream I have of falling up, like that Shel Silverstein poem we read as kids.
I read that dreams of falling down are a symptom of anxiety and fear of failure.
But I disagree, I do not fear failure, I know.
I think my dream is a hope, the fantasy of a man that's failed at life and simply wants to disappear.
I think that's why I'm falling up.
I think if I could erase myself from this story, I would.
If I can't be the author, I'd rather be a reader than a character.

 

[全能の神]

This reminds me of Selina

 

[Aphrodite]

This reminds me of Selina

clown.
Leave me alone.
You got nerve.

 

[Aphrodite]

It's just a recurring dream I have of falling up, like that Shel Silverstein poem we read as kids.
I read that dreams of falling down are a symptom of anxiety and fear of failure.
But I disagree, I do not fear failure, I know.
I think my dream is a hope, the fantasy of a man that's failed at life and simply wants to disappear.
I think that's why I'm falling up.
I think if I could erase myself from this story, I would.
If I can't be the author, I'd rather be a reader than a character.

You need to publish.

 

[Princess Coco]

That made me blush a little bit

 

[全能の神]

clown.
Leave me alone.
You got nerve.

Love you ❤❤❤❤

 

[全能の神]

She wanna feel my pain my pulse and my passion

 

[MollyGalaga]

Morning


Happy fathers day to all the real true fathers out there

 

[Mojo Jojo Morpheus]

Sometimes I throw parties where I'm the only one invited.
They usually don't last long, but this time I can't hide it.

 

[Blackout]

Happy fathers day @twan83 and other fathers out there

 

[DCSpinerz]

Love you ❤❤❤❤

First Jayne, then @Ahyurea, then @Michiko Miyuki and now Jayne again. Wow Mr.Anime player on a roll. You are the true master.

 

[Mojo Jojo Morpheus]

Every post is a message in a bottle.
I hope this finds you well.
Write it down and ease your pain.
Escape your private hell.