That I swear I saw first in my dreams.
The ceiling is breathing.....
with bright green messages of anarchy.
Purple paisley is painted on my brain,
Ah..ha..ha...I think I'm going insane.
Orange starbursts...flying from my fingertips.
It's outta sight man...stare at the lights,
Flashing, pulsing in our eyes.
This room is too my small for all my surroundings.
And so it seems...I've seen all these crazy things somewhere before.
Lets leave...I don't care where we go, let's just leave.
But wait....I can't find the door.
this is rather humorous...although it sounds kinda serious. i won't really say what is bothering me in tha poem cause i won't really consider it to be tha but more like something you wrote remembering it. i'd say it's rather the thoughts u had. but i cannot say that i haven't enjoyed it cause i did...it was well written...ur own thought came out smoothly and you just said what you wanted to say... i liked that. well done.