Guilliean reads three of her poems; read along with the poems while you’re listening!
World Out There
I know there's a big world out there I'm just a girl with striped underwear. I go to sleep every night Creating lives I've never lived. I talk myself down from the dullness of life To comfort me with the idea that My brain is the only one to take my gripes. No one wants me because I don't want them I do just fine on my own. No one needs me like I need them This is how the story goes.
sometimes I wonder
Sometimes I wonder What it feels like To be an inanimate object Do they dream when humans sleep Do they ponder mysteries of the deep Do they fall apart from a broken heart Do they write poetry for monthly projects Do their heads hurt from migraines Do their legs throb from excruciating pain Do the spider veins cause them to consider surgery Do their eyebrows quirk in a moment of whimsy Sometimes I wonder What it feels like To be an inanimate object Because sometimes I feel like I am.
Cool It Now
Sleep to forget Forget to sleep Sleep to get Square to sleep Deep in dreams Dreams aren't deep Sleep to dream Dreamless sleep
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