When i was a dreamer

Something splurged from my brains.


1. When i was a Dreamer

Could scribble absent-minded imageries
of sophisticated nonsense,
endlessly use pointless metaphors
doused to their skeletal selves in my
finest Nina elixir – sniffling at an ambience
of commercial roses,
the best I could ever do
walled within this pretentious attitude
sadly bestowed,
ideals of transforming these hated rituals
jerking minute sleeves back to comfort -
when mumma's angel- mash
cruised gullet paths
lump free and I was a dreamer,
naively secure within fantasy's womb
tangled in her apron strings
soothed by my own
creations that made me someone,
not this doppelganger
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