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Levels
My brain throbbing against the borders of perception
 Praying for suspension from this reality
 Craving the simplistic rollercoaster of fractals 
 Surrendering to distorted thoughts of impending doom
 
 Waves of uncontrollable static frequencies 
 Absorbing into my vision 
 Succumbed to the illusion of the continuous loops of crystallizing oxygen atoms 
 My eyes open to the fourth dimension of the atmosphere
 Observing my flesh encased appendages
 Disintegrating into figments of imagination
 Nothing but deception 
 
 Volcanic electricity erupting deep within my tendons
 Bursting at unfathomable rates 
 All time and space cannot keep up with my physical being 
 The body in the room I have succumbed myself to
 Where the laws of my former reality are nowhere to exist. 
 
 Immobile and frightened 
 I push the limits of my own will to keep going 
 Fighting decisions only causes anguish
 Allowing nightmares to construct a prison of horror 
 Trapping me within the insanity
 That’s coursing within the thin membrane coating my internal structure
 
 Morphing into the mutated seed 
 Planted in the corners of my subconscious 
 Shadowed by my tenacious egotistical denial  
 Unreachable to my waking eye 
 To slowly grow into the white sun daisy of grace 
 Leaving me breathless from the wash of ecstasy I’ve succumbed myself too  
 
 Dragging me to the chilling dark abyss below 
 My free will and abstract thoughts drowned and suffocated
 Internal and external affairs dying in the process 
 Waking up on the other side
 
 Laying down looking up above me 
 Noticing the angle of the earth’s crust below me
 The sky open as the sea 
 Falling into its nothingness 
 The colors echoing in the vast blue stretching across the horizon
 Gobbling up my attention 
 
 Falling up 
 Yet my body remains chained to the solid earth against my backside
 The unnaturally flat cement 
 Bristled against my contouring shoulders
 The gigantic roasting ball of gas beaming down against me 
 Blinding white cotton swimming in the weightless atmosphere
 Something my physical being forbids me to do 
 
 My mind lost in the exposed sky
 Teasing me with sweet delights and an intoxicating sense of purpose 
 Freedom at its finest  
 Yet cursed with the inability to appreciate its breathtaking appearance 
 Gifted with the graces of a god-like minimalism 
 Surfacing at the creation of the colossal planets 
 Elements tossed into the unfathomable emptiness of space
 Conjoined by anatomical combustion and bonding 
 
 Auras and passionate pulls lie unseen 
 Within the fabrics of existence and physical objects visible 
 The universe longs to continue adapting and expanding 
 Endless development and upgrading 
 Leading to the unavoidable creation of life 
 
 Existence would become meaningless 
 Without eyes made capable for visual interpretation of nearby environments
 All reason would become benign 
 In the gut of atoms 
 That vibrate into image 
 The substantiation of life is the result of universal auras 
 Coursing through space
 Instigating the chain reaction of the unlimited future outcomes 
 Bleeding out and expanding 
 Across the valley of unavoidable development
 
 Overwhelmed with the many exploding ideas upsetting my perception 
 Opening all doors around me 
 Leaving no stone unturned 
 No possibility not considered worthy 
 Of appearing in this reality 
 
 Never again will I forget the phantom importance 
 That shy’s away from my line of view 
 When my face displays the clutching and petty dense earthly worries  
 Hand in hand I walk with my accepted sense of self-worth and mystifying purpose 
 Perhaps to always remain unsolved 
 Until the clock turns its last hand for my physical stage of being 
 To then become a part of the fourth dimensional genuineness 
 I once visited before

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