I Live In My Head

I Live In My Head short poem

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I’m consumed by thoughts of a better place
I live there in my head

The world ticks around me
Full of greed, full of dread

I’ve seen the system for what it is
A trap that chisels at our nature

I am helpless, I am bound
But I can still put words on paper

Words I hope will change this world
Or even start a stir

If I even saw the slightest change
I’d step out of my head
and come back to earth

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I am twenty years young from Ireland, I write to express and to say the things I could never make audible. I have little academic knowledge of poetry but I'm okay with that! I live to gaze at stars and question everything, my ultimate dream is to reset the factory settings of humanity...
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Daniel Brick
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I like poems which have a tension between the subject matter and the tone. It makes thing more lively to feel cross currents moving inside the words. I can imagine another version of this poem which has an angry, even belligerent tone. ,And I’d probably applaud that poem too, but this one as I say has an inner energy from the almost relaxed tone and the urgent societal state it reveals. I get the sense of someone conserving her energy, biding her time, but getting ready to pounce! The last three lines are witty, and they dovetail with the opening two. And I admire and applaud your faith in words to effect change OR AT LEAST provide a release of energy so we don’t resort to the violence that lashes out at the innocent and guilty alike as if there were is no distinction.
Humor and lightness of tone provide us with a sense of perspective.

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