dreams
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Chocolates, hearts and flowers are ubiquitous in the markets or stores
It is like a frenzy storm, like heavy raindrops rushing through the gutters
Real is
Going to the high school
Of my dreams
Real is
Going to Harvard
Until I can teach there
Real is
One day I’ll be a doctor.
In dance with death and I
Our fates intertwined.
The familiarity, a deep slumber
One I hope to wake from
It took me twenty seven years to finally realize that you can't care what people think,
Because at the end of the day, they will not be the ones to help you when your boat starts to sink.
Weaving Slumber
The thin fibers that filament a thought
In waking: humming, thrumming, taut–
When darkness gathers, silver’y strands stream
Dreamer
darkness steals your face
I'm lost to you
who roam in palaces
of winter jasmine
and lie with sirens
in beds of silk and gold
beneath the yellow moon
i dreamth of having a walk with you
side by side
holding each others hand
never letting go
come rain come sun
though through the storms of life never waved
There are going to be times in life when people are going to let you down,
And you will be the only person who will be able to pick yourself up off of the ground.
If tomorrow never comes
and I’ve still not found a way
to do the things I’d like to do
but failed to day-by-day,
I just want you to know
the dreams that I possessed,
the hopes that kept me going,
Sometimes it comes at night. Or first thing in the morning. After I drink tea. Or have sex.
Once it was after the man I loved told me he’d never leave. Then once again when he left anyway.
We are children in a field of dreams.
Waiting.
Watching.
The floating dreams above us wait.
We watch.
The floating dreams are always just out of reach,
Field.
We are but children living in a field of dreams.
Waiting.
Watching.
Trying to grasp one of the dreams that are always just out of reach.
We are not the dreams.
Field.
We are but children living in a field of dreams.
Waiting.
Watching.
Trying to grasp one of the dreams that are always just out of reach.
We are not the dreams.
A ghost
From so long ago
Submerged
It emerges
And echos from the past
Rise through your chest
Like a crisis
A chorus of sobs and heaving
All the way into and through
Your gut
Specks of dust in light
Like falling stars,
Comforting on the worst of nights.
In the headlights of oncoming cars,
Or the dull streetlamp glow.
Moths tremble soft wings,
Its dawn. The nocturnal dusk slowly dissolves into the soft morning light, blending with the first sun rays coming through the delicate foliage and the sparkling dew, like ephemeral emerald drops, reflecting life and hope.
Alone in my own head
as I rest tonight
ins and outs of breathing
calm me while I lose sight
sight of reality, morals, and ethics
family, friends
good and bad
iHard choices are carved daily
Nothing feels their chill or heat
as their creators, creativity, and consequences.
Years and years, by their charm
One silent night
A silent one
You and I like the morning lay
We found few dreams
We manifest oceans
I dreamt I had a daughter.So pale and fragile she cameInto this world fighting.And with her tiny fist wrapped aroundMy pinkie finger,I could tell she would fight to stay in it.
Once the Poet is done psychically with his or her craft
With the vernacular of his or her masterpieces
It’s the role of the readers to add mentally missing pieces
Waking from a dream that carried me away
Away from the past sorrows of day to day
Free of the shackles of a hard working life
Three times I’ve forgiven, wrongs causing strife
Happiness to me is like a warm chest filled with honey, nutmeg, and love.
It dances barefoot through fields of grass without a care in the world, and a smile so bright.
Dreamworld’ssustained dramaselectively alluringleaving uschoking onbroken bits ofdreams andmemories ….Time to awakenfrom sleep!Strip away oxgoadsthat constrain us,
Farbe ist unwesentblich
Für Mich
Es ist die natürliche Schönheit
Was ist absolut
Schillernd und wichtig
Für Mich
A boy raped me
Told me it was my fault
Whose alter do I run to when he ran through me like a crosswalk
My defense
Senseless
Derivative of my fences
Barbedwire to make the top higher
Walking with my heart on my sleeve
Wondering is there anyone for me
These voices screaming in my head
“you’re ugly, you don’t deserve any love or affection”
Voices made me believe it is true
We are walking hand in hand
On a deserted beach
On an endless night with miles and miles of warm sand
The moon is full shining through the dark clouds showing the pure beauty it is
i dream upon the daffodilsin a dream swept rain,dreaming all the things i canand forgetting all the pain.
The girl in the mirror.
She brings back so much memories and errors.
Her reflection look so bright but yet her face looked uptight.
In losing, but still finding
In finding, feeling lostness
In dreams achieved, you’ll notice
The unavoidable abyss
The chasm of the chase: ever yearning, never sate
Remember the days when we felt free
Back in the days when we were happy as can be
Not a worry in the world where all our dreams came true
When we believed at the end of the rainbow was a pot of gold
Nights are where my mind uses my saved stress to play out a story of rumination.
It does this for me when I find the peace that can’t obtain the goods that I assumed were lies.
The Wind Rises
by Emma McNulty
The wind will rise n' put your dream in flight
Until you're dragged down slowly by real life.
Your mind floods with promise n' colors bright
For your brokenness that clings to me
In my openness so ceaselessly
Relaying all the meanings, forever afraid
Time
A wish on the horizon
never turns away in resignation,
dreams mock time
and remember everything
(they won’t forget the truth)
I found a box in the attic,
It was covered in dust.
It's label said "Dreams,
I'd been forced to give up."
I collapsed to the floor.
As old wounds did appear.
As a page of a book.
A cardboard cut out
A want-to-be,
Of a down-to-earth
Personality.
Just a bit more in touch,
With reality.
Can't handle day-to-day.
And there's no such thing as peace.
So numb as ever,
I was alone in the silence,
As planets spun around me.
I'm alseep.
I was alone in the violence,
As bullets fly around me.
I'm asleep.
I was alone in the quiet.
Thoughts feel heavy.
I don't know and care not whom you might have betrothed...
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Damn.
Not everyone
is
meant to see
your
glory. Some
came
to just learn your
story.
Some come
and goes in hurry.
this world
seem like
adventure. So
Absolutely
a lover
man,
ain't a
player,
somethang
must kill
a man,
from the
heart of
c9fm reaching
out boom
brother LilTunechi
balling better
man.
There is a sickness within Us, that gained control of Us. Took the lives of the best of Us, introducing Us to the worse in Us, destroying the trust we had between Us.
For every time I built that shining castle made of glass
The winds of fate would blow again
And shatter it to ash
The gleaming shards that shine so bright
Reflect my hopes and dreams
One of the most important things that I have been told is to believe in your journey even when no one else can,
And it took me a long time to realize that no one else has to believe in you if you are your own biggest fan.
Sometimes at night as the sun is setting,
Falling below the hills like an old balloon,
I see them. Mountains in the sky
Ominous mounds of magic or cloud
Is it stupid to believe that you are capable of anything that you set your mind to?
Do some people feel like that no matter how hard you work they may never come true?
What is it about the night that makes people so scraed?
Is it because of the fact that they know that if something bad were to happen, they would not be sparred?
Awake in a place I don’t want to be
Surrounded by friends and family
Endangered by negativity
I try to protect my allies
I’m too late
Couldn’t stop
Such a horrible fate
Angry with myself
At times,
it can be preferable,
profitable
( if only for
a pschological
flowering)
to leave behind
the rational
and abandon the secure,
the known.
Stepping into
And what is this-
the stuff of dreams?
Is it a gateway
to the subconscious
as we've been told
or merely a jumbling
of thoughts and images-
some indecipherable,
nocturnal unraveling
In the middle of the night
When the sky shines so bright
I look up at the stars
Even though it is far
Not a single sound
Fear twists itself
around me:
legs wrapped over
my waist and its arms
restraining mine
We stumble to the precipice
teetering towards
the empty expanse
of the Dreamscape
The nightmare that haunts me
Whether it’s morning or night
Isn’t just a nightmare.
It’s a reminder of my life.
Telling me I can never escape.
I sat here so long
Believing I have to love the broken
So they could live on
For I saw in them (ME)
I gave them what I believe
Is the remedy to our pain
I love so deep & the most wounded
I commend you for all of your achievements and life accomplishments I can see you’ve been through so much even though you don’t show it on the surface You are everything you need to be to become the person you want to embody You put your mind t
I commend you for all of your achievements and life accomplishments I can see you’ve been through so much even though you don’t show it on the surface You are everything you need to be to become the person you want to embody You put your mind t
Here’s to the mavericks!
What a bunch of assholes.
To imagine a better world,
They have the gall to challenge the status quo,
By spinning thin air into gold!
Inside where the fire rages,
a blasting inferno of a furnace,
I hold desperately onto clumps of coal and gasoline—
trying to gather all the fuel I can
that will blaze way to my future.
A bubbling, welling surge of words
A trickling creek of sounds
A soft drip of movement
A new hope,
The first floating note of an unknown song
A fancy sign and open door,
Is the entry where I found you.
Leaving me wanting more,
Eyes fixed to you like glue.
See, I dabble in the arts myself,
Though I haven’t had the time.
My path laid hidden before me,
too tangled by thorned vines
to spark within me a desire to discover
what waited beyond the masked trail.
Instead, I paced outside the entrance of my beckoning path
Dreams and aspirations
Constant meditation
My future is my inspiration
I say this with no hesitation
They walk through dreams,
Skating on brush strokes of resplendent colors,
Gliding through prismatic clouds.
Leaves are nothing more than venations.
I moved to New York with a head full of dreams
Left behind what I knew and was scared to face my fears
I told myself "isn't this what you wanted? Why are you afraid?"
I finally understood the changes that had to be made.
I want summer by a blue lake and a small, dusty bookstore to work at.
I want an apartment with a corner devoted to all my books, and I want new friends I won’t understand how I lived without.
Thousands of doors
no Key to be seen
one fights a war
against the wall inbetween.
One watches others achieve
each with a different Key
yet to recieve
ones dreams is what one wants to see.
It was after the worst friendship breakup of my life
When I found you along the shelves in the old high school building.
You sat there, collected dust, and sighed in waiting.
The fig leaves are drenched in golden light
Waving at the sky to bid good night
To the stars above.
Enigmatic visions fill minds
Cold have been my dreams of late,
Petty reflection upon my cruel fate,
Sleepless, brutal, unyielding rest it became,
Wicked Sand Man, my dreams he cannot tame,
I remember one night
As we walked hand in hand
A rose secretly clutched in your sweaty palm
The wind frolicking through your locks
And mine swiftly gone upon the winds of love
I find it in a state of half-waking.
A slumber in a college dorm with the fairy lights left on,
Twinkling like stars in my dreams.
Does the President hate us? Saying we only come to America to cause a fussI see on the news the hate crimes towards people like me Risking it all to come to this country just to fleeMy heart breaks as I think about those kids in the cagesWho have
why is it so hard for me to find happiness? maybe because that i don’t know whats happiness for me.
I’m praying like there’s something out there but I’m just looking at an empty bedroom ceiling.
Why you throwing rocks?
You wanna kill my dreams?
OK
Tell me everything I'm not
You think I didn't know those things?
I'm my own worst critic
This is a poem not spittin
I have a dream.
A dream where I can fly.
The world is my oyster, so
I soar second star to the right.
I have a dream
Of a once upon a time,
With a happily ever after
Dreams The ones Waking you upWith a feeling You don’t like Bad or worse Wishing Well it’s just a dreamHow do you knowThe vultures in the skyLaughing You don’t know
When I think of you, I think of me.
I wish that you could finally see
The way things can now, for us, be.
Running out of time,
counting down the days,
the only dream I have,
is to skip the future haze.
For my dreams are not happy,
Shrouded forever in the abyssal deep
Are lost and fallen visions from long before.
Once they were worlds found only in sleep;
Taking one to the edge of life’s shore.
My heart pains
My tears run
My tummy aches
And all because I can’t love myself the way you once loved me
Adornamos la sala con embras; vino, rojo, negroEs un carnival de color
snip, snip, snippasa me otra
Cuidado!agara la tijera firmejala los hilos sueltosmira, asi
Hello world,
Im a kid who hopes to change it one day.
Hello world,
remember me you killed half of my family.
Yet, I still want to fight and change everything some day.
Hello world,
Waking up in the mornin', picking my writing utensil.
Pulling out my composition book, my brain trying to settle.
Thinking to myself about becomin' a star.
I can imagine myself just tryna live large.
time marches forward
reality's fire consumes-
dreams go up in smoke
© 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved
***Poetry notes:4/26/2018
Poetry form: Senryu
i never went towards anything that didnt interest me -other wise it would be obvious, i was being dragged along by some inferior notion of success, whether inwardly or outwardly manifested.
I betrayed myself
During my younger days,
And opened myself up to shame,
I betrayed myself
During my younger days,
Over and over again,
And there are times
That knowing what I did
When I was young,
I was so carefree,
At least that’s how
It seems to me,
Ain’t it sad
How things turn out to be?
Full of hope,
Full of passionate dreams,
A thrilling new world
In my dreams, I run my long, thin fingers through your caramel colored hair.
The prettiest shade there is.
And, I laugh because my words come out perfectly.
They come out so perfect that my tongue rolls and words slip.
In my dream we were dared to kiss.
I never thought we would till you did.
So surprised was I at this
That the feelings I once hid
I could now not dismiss.
That kiss felt so surreal…
Powerful yet comforting,
Constant but intriguing,
The sea extends a hand to me.
Lifting me up, setting me down
As the waves around me frown,
But the sea, it tends to me.
I can’t stand these dreams anymore.
First, they started as simple nightmares.
Now they control my days and my nights.
I’m exhausted all while awake, but then dread falling asleep knowing ill be restless and tortured again.
We are trapped in a small town
No resources or means
A family struggling to get by
Holding on at the seams
You want us to stay here
We are trying to leave
You think we will miss it
Growing up was less about growing out of my shoes
and more about growing into my sense of self-worth.
As I matured,
I realized a number of things that I had overlooked
earlier in my childhood.
You take my breath away, my dear
No one else has managed such a feat
I am not easily impressed, yet my jaw is in your ocean
I’m no dancer
I want to be but...
It’s nice to think about but...
It’s impossible for me to be a dancer
I wish I could create things like my idols can
Picture That
I picture doubters with their jaws dropped because my words they went and copped
I picture family not having to want
Those that didn’t swallow their pride won’t have to front
I Just Wanna Write
Man, everything would be alright if I could just write
I write in a way that warms your soul and touch your heart
I’m captivating from the start
When I was younger I would always complain how I wanted to be an adult
In result I realized that was the last thing I wanted to do
My palms start sweating, my hands get shaky and the itch in my throat starts to rise and I freeze. The mere exposure of the glass slipper women sets a stamp on time. Leaving you still to admire the raw, beauty of an untouchable woman.
There's something different about todayMaybe I'm the only onewho'll notice itbut it's better than nothing
focusing
in a deep way
dreaming
about last summer
thinking about
feeling
a spark
a distance
some energy
a certain way
looking
at myself
I am young and I have dreams,
And they are bold
In my mind they are vivid,
With full color
There are dreams within dream within dreams, so it seems. I learned this last night in bed. Layers of dreams upon layers of dreams, all fitting inside my head. Once, I thought I woke up, but I was back in anther one. Dreams within dreams: it's b
I dream of the puddles from April rains
of the pink candy floss sugar fluff at the fair
of holding hands while crossing the streets
of the warm hugs and pats on the head
of the innocence, oh the innocence
Do you ever wish you could go back to sleep?
A place where you've already achieved
All your hopes and dreams?
Do you ever wish you could be asleep
Instead of being awake,
And wanting to scream?
Hopes change and shift
but never leave me.
Childhood full of happy
after not so great.
Growing up is different
wanting more than a mansion
or a pile of money by the door
Dreams
Dreams are not just dreams
Well…..
At least not for me atleast.
All i see is darkness,
And all i hear is the whispering of the damned.
Let's get married. We'll live forever.
Everything will be perfect, and they'll never find the bodies,
Skeletons in our closet; in our crawlspace.
The music is up until 2:00 AM, but what are they going to do?
Failing my parents
Coming to this country with 100 dollars in his pocket
With hopes and dreams that reached as high as the moon
Aspirations set, only to be achieved by flying a rocket
I
“I hear that when God closes a door
he must open a window.”
Sister Louise did not respond to my joke.
She was unmoved from her post
at the window,
as if waiting for God
to emerge from the rain
Why must I imagine the most amazing things that are so far out of reach
Can't I grasp these?
If I truely believed?
They say you can always reach them
But for these I cannot
I’ve always had grandiose ideas of what my life should be.
How I would create the perfect love story.
Embody the image of beauty and sensuality.
Provoke thoughts and ideas that would start movements.
Jack of all trades, yet
master of none
Is it better to have multiple people?
more places to go but nowhere to reside
As I wake up,I sift through myself
You were my longest love.
My truest, maybe.
I think you really cared for me.
I know I did for you.
We finished each others puzzles the pieces that were missing.
You needed to be needed.
Days of youth containing cheerful screaming,
Hours of running and spreading laughter
Are jointly held through the room of dreaming
The place that we take care and look after
Last night I had a dream
That you were here with me
That body was dripping with sweat
Sweet smell of ectasy
Night prior baby
We made music
Might as well been an album
In my dreams
Is the only place
I can be with you
Without remorse
Or pain
In my dreams I am full of life
And love
And hope
Happy
And home
with you
The jump they talk about is not literal.
They tell you that you have to jump.
To take that leap of faith.
I took that leap once.
I put my heart on the line
And I let people see my pride and joy,
There is a man of in(decision)
Or not that it is that
He is a man with (one) vision
He has but one goal
He is always decent on the (test)
Through that happy dream
Open this wide gray doorYell then step and screamWhat is this place all for?
Let us dance in revelry,
Chalices to our lips.
Immemorial, the fountain,
From which springs forth the nectar of ages.
The clock frozen,
My secret sister, softly whisper now
to sweep away old memory and cry
a bouncing chubby babe on momma's lap
stay far away from florid dreams of lies
I wrote a poem about you
I called it 'I wrote a poem about you
My heart spoke to my mind
My pen wrote words that were hard to find
Nevertheless I wrote you a poem
To tell you that I don't know who you are
There is a prison
Shaped like me
It lies empty in my bed
Empty prison
Full of dreams
Wistful dreams of a mere coinflip
There is a prison
Shaped like me
It holds me tight
Hey, you.
Yeah, you!
Why are you here?
It's past your bedtime. Get some sleep!
(Sweet dreams, I love you!)
I’ve built my city beautiful and tallLights beaming, neon glowingAfter years, my city was finally builtIts atmosphere clearUntil the blue sun rose& changed it allThe blue sun beamed for months& moved all of the skies cloudsInto the tall bu
The letters across my back
shout the truth so urgently
so vividly that no one can deny.
The world so clearly seen from behind.
But in the front, a hollering silence
fills the void, even those of gifted ears
My dreams are so big
It’s hurt small minded people
They can’t wrap their minds are my big dreams
So instead
Pressed with 1000s of thoughts
Thought tilting me down
What about tomorrow
Those voices kept singing
The present alarming the future
The colourful butterfly kept fly
When would I grab one?
The yellow man under the drawbridge saw that I was lost so
He asked me for my phone number today
For the third day in a row
But I said no because it wasn’t the fifth.
A comfort zone prevents transition
No alteration being made to an ambition
Locked up in a desolated cell
While months turn into years
What is life’s true theme?
A place where we all dream?
Twas maybe a vision, a future, a goal
But life is a cruel thing that stole
Nervous pangs and tattering thoughts
The impending terror of my dreams lay before me.
Psychology tells physiology to shut its mouth but biology gives in:
Close my eyes and count to three
Hitler, I'd like to meet
and to him I will greet
Why do you hate the Jewish fleet
Their bare feet march down the narrow street
As Rabbis wonder if their maker is who they are going to meet
Love Yourself, Speak Yourself
These are the messages carried through their speeches
In large rooms full of their critics
Under the hawk eyes of netizens
Waiting, watching
Bated breath
Tiny little dandelion
Time for it to grow
A million dreams launch into the air
With just a single blow
A gentle breeze starts to stir
In the leaves of the family nearby
One dayA girl was flying, with wings made of dreams. She crafted these wings one day.
Keep your visions awake
They can sneak away
as you sleep
Your dreams control them
But barely hold the hill
You will run from their onslaught
And let them run too
It is dark in the middle of the night
The street lamps are dim
The houses on my street are long silent
And I am still waking
My curtains are tightly drawn.
I sit, illuminated with false light
We sit on my balcony sharing a cigarette "you'll never like them"when the moon catches his face as he tilts it up in an exhale.A pale glow illuminates his pale skin.He almost looks as tired as he’s tried to convince me he isn’t. In and ou
I fell asleep and dreamed a dream
With vivid, bright, familiar scenes
And someone new, I knew before
But I'm unsure just what this means
-
I burst awake, with pounding pulse
Your eyebrows pinch together
when you're angry.
I always ask: "Are you angry?"
And you say no.
You always say no.
Maybe, instead, you're frustrated
because you always dream too big.
The princess up high in her tower,
the monsters are sure to make her cower.
Sitting in her room brushing her hair,
tearing at her face her skin no longer fair.
even my confusion is abstract. I never
took art class, so I don't know how to
interpret myself. like I'm a Dead Sea
Scroll- I feel ages old. coffee-stained.
other people try to crack my code, but what
squinting, smiling under the bold sunshine
running over the prickly pine needles
digging my feet into the fragrant earth
under a canopy of straight, tall trees
who are guarding their wild secrets
“Don’t fear the dark” is what I was told
I sit in bed covers to chin covered fully
I look left and right playing Look-See
I am sweating and shaky, I don’t know why
My room is dark as I lay with the shadows
Hey, what do I have to say
I only had a dime and a nickel to my name
I crave the high life, as far as the eyes can see
And when I make it, aint nobody will mess with me
Hey, I'm gonna do big things
My, how I wish to dream.
Not the flighty, incomprehensible fairies of sleep.
Not the droughts which form gaps in your memory.
"Her name written in the moon between the stars, crossed out, covered up with several black ink marks. The tiny spark, the invisible pen, marks all you see but cannot read. That little hope, it still burns faint, the fire burns, always.
Since I was young I wanted to put on a show,
I didn't know what but I wanted it to flow.
The type of hero that could take down any foe,
Something this dark world could see shine and grow.
Since I was young I wanted to put on a show,
I didn't know what but I wanted it to flow.
The type of hero that could take down any foe,
Something this dark world could see shine and grow.
Dream Sand Yell, fail, break out of that worry filled jailSoar, write galore, soar some morePencil, no!
Poetry is not a fact
It is a feeling
Poetry is not closed
It is open
For poetry is a song from the heart
Grasping, stretching, striving to cross the blurred line of reality and fantasy
When I was 4 years old, I had a dream that I was caught up in a net hanging from the mast of the Jolly Roger.
i know wandering and weeping poetswith hardened eyes but gentle souls,and i know happy poets who tookthe world and gave it a heart, somebroken poets who healed up well,some who don't want me to write
I don’t believe in love,
So please don’t love me.
It’s more of a dream we wish to grasp
But like all else, we don’t possess anything.
Dream Eater Jill ate the dreams from screens.
Dream Eater Jill ate the dreams from books.
She nibbled the dreams from you and me,
I don't know where we are going but I hope its forever.
I don't know what we see but its blinding.
It's insanity.
It's pain, but its so desireable.
I look into your eyes and just forget what hurts the most.
Nothing new seems to pass by me.
Only few occurrences surround me.
Nothing to make me feel desperate,
Nothing to make me feel longing.
I close my eyes to feel alive,
Light-Up the way for me,
I'm scared of the dark.
Illuminate the blackest road,
with the brightest spark.
Light-Up my mind,
Every spark has a dreamTo become a fire,Success is the result ofIncessant hard work and perspire,What does it matter that-Embers are down the dust,Just a one wind blow,Spark will no more be-
There's excitement and adrenaline when I'm with you,
Sleeping next to you with my eyes sweeping past your cheeks,
The dull embrace of reality disappears and I'm cloaked with condensation,
If poems could weep
sweet dripping words that speak
the heart's pounding defiant secrets
once forced hushed to a peep,
then let my pen stir rivers and streams,
When I was little I wanted to work with wordsI wanted my voice to be heard Amidst the noise of all the others in the worldI wanted to construct skyscrapers built of verbs, Towering miles above the earthBut unlike babylon, my goal was never heaven
*vssst vssst vssst* My phone vibrated in the pockets of my blue distressed jeans.
Falling from seventy stories high, my life flashed before my eyes.
It is my safe haven.
The place in which my soul retreats
To relax
To recharge
To think.
It allows me to ponder
And wonder
In real-time I take stabs and fall unto my knees look at my wounds
And figure if there's something that fix
Submission and cloudiness forms
But my true intentions are unveiled when sleep and let all unfold
Words
They drip from my fingers like sap from a broken tree
I think them and they pour, especially in high weather
The weather that comes from tumultuous times.
How can anyone love me?
I have too many issues...
Not who I want to be.
My feelings are misused.
I choke on my words.
You say I’m shy…
Invisible wounds from past
Haunt me through the night
In a secret cave of pain
I still feel the fire
Of our last slow dance
Swimming in circles
In the endless feeling
Of my false dreams
I can dream of all
Summer, winter, fall
Flying in the sky
Makes me never cry
Wanna be the one
That changes tears in fun...
But with a sweet forgetting
The distance between us…
The clouds that are cool for all their setting
Pure as rose-lipped shell
sometimes i dream of a faraway place
sometimes i dream of outer space
sometimes i'm exploring a dangerous trail
sometimes i'm a bird with a feathery tail
but sometimes my dreams turn dark
And they speak of age – the elder years.
It’s always tomorrow. And tomorrow has not settled. Now,
Darkness, woe, and failure stench abound.
I feel like the clouds are in the sky
I feel like it is a gray day
But I look out my window and notice the light, the blue skies, the bristling wind
The chill still seeps in through the windows
When you went in last night
I dreamt of you
And my dream
God it was torture
In my dream we were beautiful
You sat beside me with your tall stature
You were a Queen when my eyes met yours
Black and so beautiful
And so so strong for sure,
Lips so thick just begging for a kiss
Skin so sweet looking like a Hershey's kiss,
So so gorgeous and sexy in every way
Dear Dreams,
The alarm buzzes, blares.
Water patters on pavement,
Streams slide urgently down paned glass,
An early fog shrouds the evergreens and the mottled brown, white neighborhood.
Imagine a world without hurt,
Without pain, loss, or suffering,
A world where animals talk and people don’t,
In this world,
My world,
Dear Dreams,
I yearn for legs
restless and strong
and for one night
without the moon
crooning through my window
pane ajar and welcoming
Behind your eyelids in a land far away
Where children roamed all night & all day
Fire-breathing dragons & unicorns that could fly
Dear J, I know you have your insecurities, but there's this candid photo of you and I that I just adore. You've pointed out everything you felt was flawed about you, but you didn't understand what this photo actually meant to me. I don't care ab
Have I left
My beloved one
The one that I asked the skies for
In exchange for my career dream
As her smiles will go missing
As her kisses will go missing
Will I be able to continue?
I hide my body,
And decorated my soul,
I don't put doormats or door signs,
That says "welcome" anymore,
I got rid of all the dodders,
And sowed seeds of dreams in my chest,
I dreamt of you last night,
you were smiling and holding me tight.
I stood on my toes to reach your height,
your beautiful face captivated my sight.
Something about you seems so right.
The thought that gives you a choice
To state your opinions that you voice
Dreams are hopes and fantasy lands
When your mind sends you to a place that is grand
Dear Dreams,
I 'm sorry this had to come across as adrupt
I never though there would be so many things in the way
I always thought that if you worked hard enough
If you just let yourself be driven by passion
I
Daddy wraps his arm round Mommy's waist.
Mommy holds my hand. She knows her love's not a waste.
Brother grips my small fingers with love and face aglow.
Sister clings to Daddy's leg threat'ning to ne'er let go.
Little Jerae,
always smile girl don’t let no one get you down
through your pain and struggles don’t let anyone see your frown
you will with all your might jump over your obstacles and
cross the finishing line
Dear No One,
I have been roaming not living,
Seeing but not listening,
Sleeping but not dreaming sweet dreams,
Honest but not truthful,
Cunning but not sly,
Shy but not disrespectful,
Lark,
My voice could never reach your ears, but I hope this letter might. Listen for a moment, nothing more. Let my moonlit misery reach your heart and fall into you.
Dear Future Jeff,
I have so many questions,
Don’t know where to start.
Are we keeping it together,
Or continuing to fall apart?
Right now, I’m really excited,
Not sure what to say.
We are the unfortunate ones,
The ones forged by ash and claimed by fire,
The ones whose whispers they hear as they dance through the blood red sky,
Dear Younger Me, with eyes so bright
Dreaming of the future all day and all night
Your fantasies soaring like eagles across the blue
Your imagination skipping like pebbles do
If I could offer this for the days ahead
Dear Justin,
You do not know it quite yet
But your fate has always been quite set;
By the flourish of your sword
And by the integrity of your word;
Dear Future Self,
Hopefully by now I've changed a bit.
Pursued what I've been wanting to produce.
Dear Unfair World,
I reside in a deamland
of waving stars and gentle hearts
of willing ears and ignited tongues
of hands reaching towards the cotton candy sky
and grasping onto a cloud
So elegant, the calm glow brushes delicately over my face.
Gold, Silver, rich tones of Blue, all shades of a comforting moon.
A solace I had never felt before overcomes me.
Dear Savannah,
It's okay to be afraid.
And it's okay that you don't know what you're doing with your life.
Most people don't have it figured out.
Life is scary.
Not disappointing people is hard,
She's in a new world
Lonely girl, where are your parents?
A new area, so familiar but never explored
Adventure awaits those who seek it
She's taking the next step, just as useless as before
Dear Sleep,
“Sleep,” They told me once
But there’s the endless nightmares of my dreams
“But it has already been months.”
I told them, “Oh so it seems.”
“Sleep,” He spoke to me.
Life Long Letter
Dear Dreams,
I hope one day you will come true.
That this “life’s work” letter means something to you too.
From the day I stepped on that stage,
you bloomed.
I had a dream last night, and it got me thinking about you,
You're crying right next to the windowsill, and you say that I don't know how you feel.
A home that becomes your new dark place
You can run from it as much as you want
But you will always wake up in the same spot
The nightmare is not a dream
The nightmare is what you wake up to
I wish I didn't dream so big
The ground is a hard place
With only blood and melted wax wings
To cusion the fall
Honeysuckle blossoms whisper sweet lies while firefly pixies tipsy on nectar eavesdrop.
Trnslucent orbs of dew cling to the petals of roses and blades of lush grass hoping to steal the reflection
There you are
where I could always admire from afar
See your light, Its radiant colors
Melting into the ocean waters
Here I am
Riding the waves from side to side Chasing a glorious dream of mineWith the plans of heading north as I flicker to the WestI know that life is a test Impaired but still going Broken but willing, I must keep my oars rowing The long passage forge my
Even though the road hasn't always been clear.
Even though there where difficult obstacles to overcome.
Even though the odds are stacked against me.
I will never ever give up on my dreams.
Butterfly, Butterfly
If I had your wings
My dreams would get bigger
the places Id go
but knowing my luck
I'd be caught in a net
So I'll turn off the light
and crawl back into bed
There is a special place
A place to live out one's full potential
Away from the potent pills of soceity
From unesssary noriety
In turn igniting the passion inside he or she
I passed by a park abundant with children
It smelled of sunscreen and youth
My skin chilled at the breeze
carrying their budding dreams
I was once a child
I recall feeling optimistic of my dreams,
You are the dream, the one I always wanted,
When did you turn into the nightmare, while the days I counted.
Those sleepless nights, I destroyed all for you,
How to mend it back, I have no clue.
Bitter Sweet Exhaustion
I wish I would have known
I wish I would have known
That beauty is a just shapeshifter that turns into the nightmare shown
Dear Beauty,
I wish I would have known
I wish I would have known
That you are just a shapeshifter that turns into the nightmare shown
i'm an architect of dreams
structures built of hope speckle the skyline
blueprints of fantasies litter my thoughts
the top floor of every skyscraper is designed to reach the atmosphere
Have you ever had a dream?
A nightmare, to good and then evil.
It's like eating something really sweet over and over again
I want to look into your eyes
And see the stars shining bright
I want you to whisper in my ear
And feel the shivers run down my spine
Your caress is what I long for
A fire to warm my skin
So son we see sleeping seating sleazy seasoning
Please seek some seeds to sort some singing
Soldiers solder souls and sultans sojourn skulls
Stalls in looms shook shrooms and swords in succession swinging
I dare not hope 'cause
I know it can't happen
Dreams aspired,
Broken, shattered.
I want to go back home
where we loved each other
Sure, money was tight
but we did all right
I do not have the time of day to play your silly games.
There is so much more that I can live for. So, I will just get up and go.
Your humor is bone-dry and you try too hard to be the nice guy.
Going through the scales
That I remember so well
The callouses on my fingertips
There since childhood
You always remember your first violin
The squeaky strings
And stretched horse hair
Do you want to know why dreams are better than reality?
In dreams, you can be with people who you could never be with in reality.
You can hug and hold them with no fear of separation.
Do you want to know why dreams are better than reality?
In dreams, you can be with people who you could never be with in reality.
You can hug and hold them with no fear of separation.
This place is like poison
Killing me from the inside out
And leaving what's dead to rot
The people force me to put up a facade
To whitewash the tomb that I have become
Nobody is nothing;
So long as they exist in the mind of another.
It matters not what you think of me;
For what you think of me is more than what I think of myself.
My purpose is only to exist;
I asked my mama,
Why must we go?
She held my small hand and gave it a meek squeeze.
"For however long the nights are still cold, and our empty stomachs continue falling asleep, we won't exist anymore.
You are a beautiful stranger
You haunt my dreams
Wandering around in them
Causing unease
Who are you
What is your name
Where did you come from
Handsome stranger
Once i had a dream.
I had a dream i was building a house of cards.
But i never got past the base.
It kept falling and falling.
Sometimes I wonder,
if what I write becomes reality?
In some distant universe my blunder
means catastrophe.
But if that is the case,
then what happens when I erase?
When I think clouds,
I see dreams unending
A world worth exploring
Goodness simply existing
When I think clouds,
I know that even when
they aren't large enough to see
Dreams don’t come true.
No matter what you think, say, or do.
You can try your hardest and give it all you got,
But you'll never reach 'em
So you'll leave 'em to rot.
I've always dreamt that I'd become a star.
Hold me and never let go.
Tell me you love me.
Whisper those three words in my ear even when Im sleeping, "I love you"
and Ill say them back to you in my dreams.
It's the look in your eyes when you start laughingThe jokes you tell when I'm unhappyIt's the sound you make when you figure it outThe smile you give when I won't say it out loud
There's a place that I've been
doesn't have top nor end
and you'll fly
like a bird
underwater
There's a song you should hear
hold a shell up to your ear
and you'll be
The scholar and his studies
dozes off to sleep
but not to dream...
for the scholar is weak
and his mind is weary
all at once he subjugated to overwhelming force
only to sleep
The Neverland Fan
I never want to grow up!
What’s the point anyway?When you can fly up in the sky,
and play around all day.
Everyone is a poet at heart, They come up with brilliant ideas Only to be shut down by a wired minded society. Your brilliance stands out among all of these plastic molded people Darling, Don't be discouraged YOU, Your ideas, Are what we need i
Once upon a time
A group of pigs lived on the same street
They were friends and despised the rich
They saw their neighbor get it in a cinch
He had the cash and hid quite a large stash
In a safe
Once upon a time the was a boy in a mahogany canoe.
The boy and his mahogany canoe drifted down a stream
that contained memories of an individual in the water's
reflections. From what the boy could percieve he saw a young
We all know how it goes
'Once upon a time' to 'happily ever after'
The same words, the same stories, the same messages spread:
'Some day your prince will come'
'Believe in magic'
'Follow your dreams'
Come and see,
as the sun sets in all of its glory to touch rays of waning light
upon a quiet hill of houses with the peace of doves
and a story like the stars,
The cavernous souls of my dreams
Trickle out in tiny streams.
They seep into my mind,
Some of them not so kind.
They invade, destroy, shatter,
Last night, I could not sleep,All I could see where the things I was sleeping to forget,I woke up, checked my phone: 6:36 AM. I began to weep, My face is pale, I'm breaking out, my cheeks... so wet.
Sometimes I wish,
Out loud or in my head
That this was just,
A horrid nightmare.
A nightmare that is way too long,
And way too heart breaking.
Sadly this isn’t a dream or nightmare,
Deep within it seems, my dreams, are filled with fiends.
Little Demons inside, that hide, and have tried and tried...
To suffocate, and obliterate my valued state.
Once upon a time,
a rose-colored girl
fell in love with her dreams.
Her mind never sat idly by
It roamed
to vast valleys,
Once upon a time
Cinderella doesn’t get a job and leave home
Snow White’s dwarves are her lysosomes
Rapunzel keeps reaching for that comb
I am a dreamer,
What about you?
My brother is a dreamer,
Are you a dreamer too?
I dream in scarlet and gold,
My brother does too,
Do you remember?
How we used to play pretend?
And giggle and laugh
Until the day's end?
Do you remember?
The many adventures we took
Together as partners,
With every step, the earth shook
Tumbling down the rabbit hole
I saw but one tiny brown mole
There were tiny treats and a hidden key
But nothing sweet enough to please me
I’m sitting here
In a fairly comfortable leather-coated office chair
Surrounded by grey walls
Grey walls that neither excite nor inspire
Grey walls that match the color of brain matter
What have I done wrong,
Yet what have I done right?
I feel so unwanted,
But I know You hold me tight.
My life is changing quickly,
But it feels like I'm on pause.
Problems are arising;
When I was speaking you weren't really listening, you only heard what you wanted to,
To travel, and see the world
sounds like a dream
a life of excitment and twists and turns
floating from place to place
with no permanent home.
My fairy tale,
is to be a dollar.
As they shine so bright, the darkness is never in sight.
Whether they are big, whether they are small,
no human being has ever seen it all.
As they travel through the water, nothing else seems to matter.
The monsters aren’t under the bed
(They’re in the walls)
Creeping from their quiet crypts
Milky white complexion and cavernous cheekbones
Is this real?
In my dreams, I always met the same man
Who always went by the name of Dan.
He never existed before, yet never existed then.
He doesn't exist now, and he will never exist again.
I dreamt of you again like many other nights.
But this time the dream felt too real.
God, how I wished that it was.
The faint smell of your scent, so fimilar to my senses.
Expressions laid bare to the world from the soul
X-ray of the heart showing emotion not shown on the face
Transformations of character defined by goals but,
Really trying to tell a story of trials
Today. Today I question myself
Who is in my life?
Who cares? and Who holds me back?
The answer awaits
You see, for me to ask that
I would need to understand myself
What do I want?
America the Great, or is it really so?
People crying and dying, realize no means no.
Rape culture, please do not touch me down there.
Terrorists? They're just people, don't be so scared.
And I see him in someone's sideways smirk,
someone's endless brown eyes,
someone's smile when they laugh.
Wrapped in a sleeve of grace
Cuddled in an angel's wings
Between it's heart and mine there is no space
Between it and me there are no secret things
When I die my angel will hold my spirit
I am thankful for the things
I find
in dreams
Another world
far away
yet
Always within me
The skies on my mind
My feet aren't on the ground
I'm too far ahead and time can't catch up with me
I've got it all planed out
My dreams are bigger than me
My dreams
Are keeping me fixed
A bright hazy gleamBoth solemn and giddyTrapped inside a dazzling dreamIs this magnificent city
I love sleep.
From daydreams to nightmares, I could live in my dreams forever.
No matter how vivid those other worlds appear to be,
Nor how terrifying the chases are,
They say “Dream Big!”
That any dream is possible if you work for it.
So you value yourself and your worth on becoming that dream.
And without realizing it, it doesn’t seem like a dream anymore.
सपने देखा करो ओह यारोंसपने साकार भी होते हैं।
आज हम जिस मंजिल पर हैंकईओ के ख़्वाब ही होते हैं।
बैठे बिठाए नहीं मिलती मंजिलमेहनत करने वाले ही कामयाब होते हैं।
How far would someone have to push you
To make your soul leave your body
Only for you to live anew.
Everything you touch,
Everything you taste,
My nose becomes a leaky faucet
whenever I eat soup. The bed must
be remade each day because I sleep
so wildly. My breasts are a treasure trove
Blow absorbing hate
They're clueless 'bout the vision
Yes-I am one in seven billion
Which is a fact you can negate
But s'why I don't concede
Oh say can’t you see,
The home and land of the free…
The free...
Each day one more decree,
enforced over me.
What do you do
When you believed in something for so long
And it crashed and burned
But days bring it back to you
In different form?
How can you embrace again
What you loved
A woman with delicate
Crow’s feet framing
Murky blue eyes
Leans heavily against
Her truck.
A man sits on a lawn chair
Beneath a sun-stained umbrella
With sunglasses perched
Atop a reddened nose.
Stand upSpeak outVoice your opinions aloudForget about your pastAbout every last doubtBecase we all have a dreamA hope,A wishSo go
And be somebody
I buy dreams at the corner store
A quaint little shop on the corner of East and Maple
But my pills are always defective
My dreams turn into nightmares
So I don't sleep
I walk across empty streets
Her mind tunes to Rameau as She dissects the Earth,From Her solemn seat in the gardens of Eiffel.Pondering mysteries She has wondered since birth, A usual trait of Athena’s DiscipleShe eyes each lone soul with the keenness of KantAnd wonders their
Three hundred and sixty-five days ago,
I didn’t see,
I didn’t know.
Now my path seems so much clearer!
Time speeds up,
fate draws nearer.
What happened?Everything started out fine.Happy.Wholesome.Good family fun.It gave me hope for a bright future.A hope that raised me up to a beautiful sky.Only to let me fallAnd watchMy dreams as theyD i e d . My hands burnedAnd blisteredIn a brigh
Your choices are what make you
If that's the case, I'm made of poor decisions and frequent fears
I'm a half-hearted concotion of anxious sweat and tears
I tear, gnash at the things that pull me back
The sapling smiles at the stunning oak,
Self-evident is the truth,
20 years of labor in growth,
Ahead for the determined youth,
Withstanding weather and standing without withering,
I’d like to get lost in my dreams
If only they weren’t so horrendous
Yet nothing can be as it seems
My mind often teems
With thoughts so stupendous
Dreams
Elusive, Incorporeal
Whispering, Twisting, Fleeting
Hopes, Fears, Friends, Family
Shaping, Teaching, Loving
Painful, Happy
Memories
Last year
I thought I had
Finally figured it out.
No need for
Timidity, conformity,
Or feeling less
i didn't start this year at a park late at night, shouting rebellion and revolution, not this time. no, i started this year in an illegal 2002 honda civic without brakes, skidding through red lights & stop signs in downtown portland.
In this lifeHesitation, anger, worryIn this lifeFear, confusion, warIn this lifeThese regrets run wildDestroying everythingIn this lifeThere are things called dreamsIn this life
2016: The Year Fear Took Over
You Think it will be the best year
You Think you will grow
You Think you will change
I wake up in this moment,
this moment so real.
I waited for your touch,
while these wounds refused to heal.
To the depths of days I wish to not speak,
The night before last, when I laid down in bed
A familiar dream wandered into my head.
I was an apartment, that I knew was my own.
To dream or not to dream; that is the question.
Would it be best to live the life of a puppet,
studying hard, following rules, doing everything based on a schedule,
My favourite dream is about a bus.
A bus with a spotless white interior, so clean that I didn't want to move.
I was SURROUNDED by people that I knew, but didn't know.
Failure is a creature of the darkness,
But I can see it clear as day.
A monstrous entity of terror,
Feeding off the smallest of insecurities.
Its grasp is ever tightening,
I am am a warrior who never stops fighting I am a proud Mexican female who is not afraid to show her roots I am courageous and piercing despite my accent
New Year, New Breath
Goals and Dreams, How to Achieve them?
Work Hard, Study Harder
Give up on All of It
New Year, New Breath
Missions and Drives, I Will get Through
Hustle until it's Done
Some dream in color.
Of their wishes,
Their first love.
Seeing fortune and serenity
And a God above.
Others dream of darkness.
Their phobias.
And pain.
Pathetic
never mind
wish i kept it
all inside
i don't matter
you'll soon find
the world got blacker
here, have a blacklight
but i can't see: how that will help
Last year was a big one for me,
I turned 18, finally hit maturity.
Voted in my first election, a pinnacle of imperfection.
I wanted a different outcome, but I was disappointed.
Three hundred and sixty five days are enough to make you a different person.
Enough to make you grow, enough to knock you down, enough to make you live. These days are filled with hope, despair, luck,
Lessons.
A year ago I thought nothing could get worse
It will get better- After all, it is January the first
Underneath the bedsheets, I cried and cried
Silence is fine- After all, it is better than to confide
Mom lights a candle
A diya, a lamp
I have to choose
Red or blue
Voices of reason
Larger, louder
City lights and pollution covered the sky. Will he ever see the stars glimmer through his brown eyes? He was lucky to see the moon. Most nights helicopters and airplanes had taken over where stars were supposed to loom.
Into the arms of a September skye of rusting moons and dripping stars I lay my heart into the palms of time beneath this rain long enough to bleed a poem for you. The light has opened with it's broken skye as the drops fall down to lighten m
Dreams are many,
but only a few pursue.
Walking on a path,
I forgot my dream.
Who am I?
I still don't know,
but what I know is that my dream is yours.
I will pursue you,
I will love you,
A strong, shimmering light with a bit of darkness
appears through the slit opening of the door.
A knot builds up through my stomach; curious
about whats on the other side. Will I stay outside
A Southern Girl I dreamt of painting
Who upon her canvas, had a high reaching colorful outlook of her future
But what an ordeal she faced,
As all girls within cultural confines,
I wonder if somewhere
There's a respository of dreams
Maybe I could go there
And find some of them again
Spiraling twists of hope
The nonexistent roof of imagination
The only dreams I remember
are the ones where we're together.
laughter
soft smiles
skin on skin
loose lips
clashing teeth
twisting tongues
hand in hand
After we brush our teeth
we slip into our PJs and slide between the sheets.
The day has come to an end and there is no more work, physicalities
or meet-and-greets.
It is a time for sleep.
Today with a smile in my face,
I look at my parents.
They smile at me
without judgements.
Who have I become
They'll never know.
I feel scared,
but just having them
makes me feel warm.
I've heard that our dreams can be a dangerous place
Yet, in my dreams I find a home
With no vacancy for anyone else
Here, a flower gros in the Desert's unforgiving sand,
I wake with passionI wake with actions,my everlasting fire ignites from laughing.
I hope not to covet, butto endorse my dreams and love itto improve things that bring joy like choice and less judgement.
Blink
bright light
Sun dances
Across my bare
shoulder blade and cheek
Blink
Pink hands
Grasping sheets
If I could paint a picture of you
I would need a large canvas.
One that could actually hold my vision of you.
I woke up to you stirring in your sleepTurned my back to you in disgust because of the fight a few hours before where my heart borespilled out my emotions to keep youfrom turning out our lights Everythings going to be alright Back to sleep I went
Today I met a lovely girl
Who ensnared me with many a black curl,
And her tempting eyes, Nature's green
Such beauty transcends the Pyrenees,
Yet she is an open fruit
Thus my judgment did refute,
Every day is a new day.
This only means that the sorrows of yesterday are now in the past.
What bothered me then feels so close yet so far away.
As I looked at that boy with glasses, sitting in every one of my advanced classes
I saw passion, that would put him on every billboard and magazine caption
Passion that would work the fastest with courage and practice
Love, what have we here?
This is the stuff of dreams, the magic of the stars.
This is the beauty of the skies, the song of the heart.
Success is my goal.
My goal is success.
I will get there if I do my best.
I must wake up.
I must be on time.
Success is not easy.
Success is a journey.
Success is my goal.
How I greet my day:
Not with a smile spread across my lips
Or an energetic laugh
Making my two friends holler with joy
As I spill out a witty remark.
But rather
With downcast eyes
It all begins with a single song
Drifting, fluttering, singing along.
The sweet scents of a thousand flowers
As they mingle through the air,
It only lasts for what seems an hour,
Sunlight blinds me waking me from the great dream
I've never gotten a chance to finish.
6 AM always comes so early
the smell of coffee not even a thought in my house yet
I get out of bed every morning
because if I were to lie still
then who would there be
to paint all the colors I see in my dreams?
If I were to lie still
then my world would never be any brighter
One loving father is strong enough
to care for his hundred sons
zeal and enthusiasm are his weapons
to make their dreams come true
thunderstorm and typhoon don’t dare
repel him from his ultimate mission
Who am I?
I still don't know
I've got a lot to learn
And a long way to go
There is so much to do
So much to explore
And one day i'll know
What I came here for
I've been looking
The Lime-green Ford
It was the symbol of her later years,
The lime-green Ford parked outside
In the drive.
She bought it on a whim, or so one hears,
And drove it for years, maybe ten plus five.
Could someone bring back,
My innocent childhood days?
Even today on roadside,
I break stones with hammer,
In the scorching sun.
I am a lost boy,
From Neverland,
Never growing up,
And running from,
Captain Hook.
Never wanna leave,
Wanna stay right here,
Flying 'round the woods with,
Peter Pan.
My teacher always said,
Go home and write
A whole bunch tonight
And let words flow form you-
Then, it will be true.
I have lived in St. Louis for nine years.
Welcome to my wonderland,
My world of make- believe,
Where everything is perfect,
And nothing ever hurts me.
Welcome to the dream world,
Where nothing is ever real,
As we fly around Neverland,
it’s paper mache and rhymelaughing with people with no sense of timeart is the lives of you and methe people that color history
Fallen Shoulders
Once Raised High
Gardens Growing Up like Vines
Flower fields place their Roots
Deep within the Spine they Loop
Beneath Between Around About
The Cord that Dances
Up to the Crown.
I see the light in your eyes,
The allure in their brightness,
Every time you speak of your dreams,
And all you want to achieve.
I feel the effect of my lack of ambition on your life.
You want to fly,
The Future is not simply something that can be contained into a box or in the palm of my hand
It is not even something we can see fully and yet try to comprehand
We all want and all need and want to find out paths in life
a humid haze after a violent stormthe spotted, dying leaf fallen from a maple treethe bitter aftertaste of a sweet treat,the remnants of what was once. one minute, it's so close, you can almost smoke it and the next it's faded, a ghost, you've los
One day is a dancing Gypsy
all tinkling bengals
and swirling rainbows.
The next is a starving dire wolf
icy grey, its
bloody teeth bared.
I've heard I am not a land mine,
The world within a world,
Is a story that never gets old.
As time alternates inward and outward,
My third eye connects the invisible cord.
Thoughts begin to gather as a sea of buzzing flies,
I speak supreme no need for dreams
Way too big for my Jean's
Sent from a heart that has been broken.
So the ones eye has freak don't run
Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic
They never talk about this.
They never talk about what happens after.
When the crowds leave.
When the pomp and circumstance has faded.
When there's nothing left but me and him.
With each heavy breath, the world slows down around me
With each number added to the board, the fire inside burns higher
With every footstep, my legs turn into wheels on a downward slope
In my dream,
My friend knew his time was coming.
This 26 year old young man
He had just visited the hospital for a checkup
And the doctor had diagnosed him with a disease
Some dreams are worse than others,
but they're all the same,
a passage to a better life,
it's difficult to explain,
whether by knife or by rope,
either way,
i couldn't cope,
Often times I wonder what others see when they see me
If they see me
or the me they want me to be
Not the me that I present but the girl with unfound dreams
Never the positives or aspirations only the negativities
Last night
I had the misfortune of seeing you
in my dreams
you looked at me with your sad eyes
that gleamed
then the clouds began to cry
my jealousy fuels a fire, uncontrollable,
devastatingly beautiful.
it eats every ounce of fresh air.
a rage builds inside.
almost to sweep me away,
but leaves me dangling on dreams
Barren stems more than emptiness -within the confines of lost and broken,resilient as beauty is -Hope that awakens in white flowersto kiss you dreams that you areso welcome to take.
Between these walls lie hope
Countless nights spent studying for English exams
Hoping to gather enough knowledge to pass
Flipping through barely legible notes
Dozens of pages of them
They make no sense
Not hiding from, but embellishing
reality was a game I played since three.
In my head and on the paper
I hated the judgement from Teacher since five.
Books built walls to protect
In the beginning, there was a moment of silent screams. Everyone wanted me to say the right things. Everything wanted me to act the right way. When words first stained my eyes and ears, life finally began.
I was just another kid,
bright eyed, the world was mine,
till I found out, it was all a lie,
not one person gives hand outs,
no ones your friends,
you work so hard,
but you still pretend
I wish our dreams came with instructions,
That told us how to chase them,
Without the burden
Of personal income.
I saw the farthest star from here and I knew that was real
I raised my hand and reached my finger tips up, out, and past this Earth
Until I was one with the rest of the universe
Until I was bigger than the farthest star
The only way to express myself has been through poems filled with Broken lines of half rhymes and empty metaphors."No one understands," I thought typically. I was a broken
I smiled as they said I wouldn’t amount to anything,
Anything was possible and I knew it deep in my heart,
Heart and mind both unified in achieving my dreams,
Dreams I thought of during the day and the night.
As humans,
We all possess impossible dreams.
Some dream of a life full of neverending happiness.
Others dream of living on a planet far, far away.
My dream is to have you.
It starts here
Right now
Your determination
Returns
And your goals
Are ever clearer
It's within your grasp
But will you take it?
Your dreams in reach
If you just stretch
Stars up above
Upon which hang wishes
Of young children
Old folks
And perhaps even
The occasional
Starstruck lover
Dreams of something
Even better
Than what you have
Pouring down
In unrelenting sheets
Washing all
In its path
Battle-worn soldiers
Pellets of water
That are cold to the touch
Leaving numb traces
And mingling
With salty tears
Please go away
You've had your chance
I don't want you to stay
I'm in a hazy trance
I know how I am
To be honest
I can be kind
I can be sweet
I can be the greatest friend
If I could
I would
Go back in time
When we first met
I would look at you
With different eyes
I would thank you
While we sat at a table
Alone
In front of the school library
The flickering candle lit the deteriorating cabin
An owl stood on a branch whooing out in the forest
The author sat at his old wooden desk
devising fantasies for the young ones
I walk through my life
Seeing myself from an outside view
I see the people
Sleep walking with everything to lose
I scream and I yell
Trying to wake even just one of them
But they continue
I write from my heart
The feelings of my soul
Poetry is an art
With no specific goal
Tell me poetry
Why would I write for you?
I stare hard at the blank lines, demanding
You're a wielder of words, they whisper
Here without him,
I have nothing
I am nothing
I have constant doubt
Flaring up inside
I have constant worry
And there are always tears to cry
With him,
I had everything
In a second
In a second
In a second
In a second
I will leave you
but never because I want to
only because there is a world outside
a world where delusions like you might
Don’t cry for me mama, because you know I jumped for joy,
When I was rejected from your Ivy League school,
From a study that would bring security and down my world,
I promise to write every day,
Even if it’s only a sentence
Or a short paragraph
That kinda sucks
And sounds like I was drunk
This is ridiculous Borderline creepy insidious Try to blind me Darkness surrounds me Scream in my ears Testing my fears Nice try I'm fearless My anxieties come when I hear less
Dreams are what they say they are, They're just dreams. They are what you want. Something you want to be done, But can't always be completed, Because it's all just in your mind. Just like I said, Dreams are exactly what they say they are.
Shadows,
Acrosss the field,
Across the meadow,
Across the lawn and across the room,
As the adults yawn and the children snore.
Lollipops, gumdrops,
Nightmares and blessed dreams,
When down comes the sun,
Up comes the moon.
As the stars shine brightly down on the children of the world,
They go to their secret escape.
They call it dreamland.
Between these walls lie hope
A special place
Hope of one day achieving a dream
Perhaps a piece of paper with your name on it
In my past Life I was in charge of a dock.
Everyday I ran the imports and exports.
Everyday new things came and went.
Stowaways.
Precious jewels.
When at the top there's only going down
One becomes stuck
But cannot stay for long
It is better to go down than to be happy forever
My heart is racing fast,My adrenaline is singing.The wind is tearing at me,To my horse I'm clinging.
I fear of tonight
I fear for the drive home
Not of what I will come home to-
But of what may happen later on
I fear of closing my eyes and seeing something
Beautiful
something miraculous
The waking world
I’ve realized
Is limited
And can’t surprise
The busy, buzzing
Mind inside
You chased stars,I ran after trains You threw yourself into dreams,And I jumped in front of carsBut in those moments When we sat by the tracks And looked into the sky Together,
There is nothing more beautiful
More beautiful than you
The sun is a mere old and rusted penny
compared to the glow of your Iris blue
If I could put your sweet voice in a seashell
Dreams die as people dine with fishes,
Life is sand in an ever-draining hourglass,
To float on murdered wishes
Is laying waste in the mind only to harass,
Flow not, wander on always
And find the soul lost,
I’ve always lived
as though the Lord can give
and can take away.
I try not to cling to things of this world
not a person, place,
or possible possession
is so important that my world would
I stand out in the cornfield, alone among strangers
Useless to the farmer who waters and feeds me
The plot of land I sit in, is shaded by the accomplishments of those around me
Proud is the farmer
Dreams,
Floating along the fabric of my mind,
treading into ideas and thoughts.
Without these thoughts, how could I live?
Nothing can be done without a dream.
Being alone can be a pain
Have to find a way to stay sane
To grasp that inner kid sensation
You have to have a powerful imagination
The Romans would have carved into their gravestones:
non fui, fui, non sum, non curo--
“I was not, I was, I am not,
I don’t care.”
All I need, is hope; beautiful, bright, brilliant hope, it keeps me alive.
Hope for a future when I can be independent and successful.
Our words will stumble from my memory,
and I will not feel any emptiness
When the sun's light sees her own reflection
In me.
And then I will miss you no more
I will walk with quiet footsteps;
I hope, I wish, I dream
Though distant it may seem
That one day I will succeed
And this is my only plea.
I sail the seas that stretch foreverA memory I will remember…
I finish my thought and drift away;I am whisked off to another day.
Nine hundred and ten days
Many days filled with laughter,
Few filled with sadness.
Nine hundred and ten days,
We're living in a world filled with injustice,
where we don't have to be doing anything and the cops think they can touch us,
another man down, now that really starts to touch us,
An idea, a memory, a thought.
Things wort more than air.
Love.
A whisper, a smile, a tender look.
Things more valuable than the oxygen in or lungs.
Hope
A blazing fire within my soul
Motivating me further
Inspiring dreams
Creating purpose
Hope
Keeps my soul from withering
Like a flower denied rain
I am nourished as long as
Skip after skip pressing forward and rewind,
No not an old dvd, these buttons hold my favorite pastime
Spotify premium, my one and only true love,
holds the key to endless amounts of music
Lonely Love There is a burning Deep in my soul My heart is yearning Like a bells toll Far across the ocean waters Underneath the skies grasp Hidden behind hurricane shutters Through a shattered heart I rasp Tell me you want me For I cannot be wit
Is it the way the breeze feels on the skin
On a hot day, when you just feel it within
Is it a child's smile? So innocent and Undeniable
Or is it something unmeasurable? Something that's naked and unable.
the feeling of a dream being broken
realizing that the wildest and fondest conjurings of your brain
will never come to fruition
being trapped in a well
I’ve already devoted myself and my life
to a cause that still may fall through
but there would be no purpose
to anything I do
if I didn’t try.
You say you're here for me
You say I can count on you
You say... a lot of things.
"You just aren't like that"
"You should lower your expactations"
"Reality check..."
What I need are my dreams I have while awake.
My ambitions that keep me foing forward,
Doubt I always shake.
Growing and succeeding for those whom I care,
Becoming a better person, becoming more aware.
Once, I wished upon a star
To take me to a land afar
Away from death, away from life
Away from sins, and stress, and strife
I sat upon my windowsill
And watched the stars, with time to kill
I don't remember
Most of the dream.
Just that you
Were in it.
Alive.
I think I met
Your parents?
Your brothers?
I don't remember
Most of the dream.
My Life is not for everyone. My ways are not to your liking, then to bad. I'm a warrior princess with ideas that reach far beyond the heavens. I have dreams that you may never understand. It's my life as I walk with my head high.
Well I had that damn dream again.
The one where you come back.
You show up at my house,
dressed to the nines with roses in your hand.
You would call out into your restless night,
“I need an Angel that will end my fight, one that brings daybreak upon my endless night.”
But the storm raged on, unwavering.
I dream about his hazel-green eyes.
About the way he made me cry.
I dream about the way his hand fit perfectly in mne.
How I never could understand why.
Dreams are created from this dirty blonde boy.
I don't belong in heaven,
I'm not accepted in hell,
I'm neither angel, nor demon,
I don't belongin the human realm.
I have some power, and nothing to give.
I have a life, whith nothing for which to live.
I am tired.
Tired of holding my tongue
at the thoughts
my mind shouts.
What do I want to do?
Who do I want to be?
How will I make money?
I do not know.
And I am tired.
For some it's dreams that get in the way of living
For me it's reality that gets in the way of dreaming.
Fishing on those hot summer days,
Going home empty handed,
laughing all the same.
Watching you sleep is like watching the moon
you are so far away and so close at the same time
and when I press my lips to your cheek I see light
She called herself the Art Whore.
For she saw art in everything and
anywhere.
The crack in the wall that had been
there since her father had slammed
her head against the wall was art and
I wish there was a lullaby
that sang itself to sleep.
A melody that I could play
and tell of in my dreams.
I wish there was a fairytale
Dreams
They're what keep us thinking
Good and badBeautiful and ugly
We need the imaginationof aliensof spaceof becoming a princessor queen of Marsand solving world hunger
My Life,
I've always faced conflicts and bad luck,
I never can find myself happy for a full month,
not even a full week,
better yet a whole 24hrs,
But I hold on,
"Broken bones
Broken mind
How could I
Be so blind
Broken hope
Broken staff
I though you
Once had my back
But it wasn't true
As i onced belived
"Death whispers to me,
saying"honey pretty please"
But even if I ask it to leave,
It still follows me.
I turn down a dark alley,
But no it's just a hall way,
And i'm late for biology.
"Small dreams fade fast
But that's okay
'Cause it was never meant
To go that way
Even those who smile
Got one foot in the grave
But you couldn't see
That the happiness was fake
But still
Must I be patient for my own demise?
I do not know what is out there,
beyond crests of time,
pillows of snow
&
schemes of wonder.
Lust towards unknown
and unheard of
realities.
When morning comes, i'll shield my eyes
The rising sun shines through the blinds
I roll over in attempt
To come back to the dreams i've left
Oh how wonderful would it be
To stay here in this mindless glee
Endowed with many emotions
Some which lead to eternal devotion
The rings that bless those who wear
And given then to another pair
Together entwined their hearts shall be
It’s moments like these that I am aware of reality
I am mortal,
expendable.
My life is so fucking short
it’s the blink of an eye
and as I lay awake at 4am as I do tonight
I wonder
Dreams too far, too far to reach
Floating in mid air
Not contain, not planned
Scattered they are
Far too bland
Need gets confused with want
You ask me about it, and I can’t respond
For need changes in time
What i need is something as beautiful as white gold
The very declaration of this word is quite bold
Now wait, stay with me, though i know i am young
This word is just something that just slips off the tongue
There's a river I know,
in the land of the dead,
where many call home,
and others may dread.
There's a city I know,
where the parties are gold,
where the liquor is silver,
All I need is an oxymoron
a word I can't even speak
can't describe
a fallacy in language
feather's edge
tip of the tongue
I need your arms to encircle me
this is not my legacy
this is not my dream
this is not my everything
this is not what it seems
It was at night
I saw a sight
A true vision
Of another dimension
I was filled with fear
For what was near
My future I saw
A large dark claw
Groping at my eyes
blinking sleep away
the sky still dark
bruise colored with rain
rings around my eyes
and I finally feel alive
sometimes you get kicked down
sometimes you struggle
i was the nobody in the hall, the loaner on the wall, i’ve walked in those same off brand running shoes that’s why this new poem that i wrote right here is dedicated to you.
Reality doesn't seem real to me A mundane reality laughs mockingly Towards me, Knowing I cannot escape But I will fight on, My future is mine And, I am the master of my fate For reality not seeming real
Maybe it was just this year I suddenly became old.
Old hit me with crying over Facebook videos in the middle of the night.
The stars and moon shine above
Rooftops housing dreaming children
Dreams of flying
Of an island with trees and forests,
Of jungles and beaches,
A bit of everything for a bit of everyone
The Dreams of Tomorrow
Contest entry for Payne County Youth Services 2015, 8th annual contest. As of 12/12/15, results and placements have not been released yet. When they are, I’ll post that in an edit if I placed.
To get and grasp separation of paths is difficult sometimes
how do I accept chaotic intersections that are not mine?
So emotions keep fumbling over, but the top's still on
I use to love dreaming about you
Because it was the one moment I could see you again
So vividly I could feel the butterflys, so realistically your embrace would engulf me
Dreams about our forever, how we could be
I open my eyes to another Hell
As I’m pulled into another restless dream.
I fight the demons though my fears swell
I fight through their torture and schemes.
I’m blinded by an explosion
There was a dream I once had as a child, about a city of lights covered in white- where the skies were red, and the ocean was oil. A place where the ground was cold; hard to walk upon, and even harder to sow.
Imagine this huge castle- and in this castle, you’re the king. Or a queen or whatever. But there’s nobody to serve you- and yet you’re happy to be alone and rule a world entirely your own.
It’s always fun when something totally consumes you.
When your mind goes blank and feeling lost becomes fun.
Say those four last words
Quiet
Allow your breath to hit her neck
And allow her to feel your arms around her
Tightly
Are you going to say them?
Go on
“It’s time for bed”
People who know me know I like to sleep
To me it’s not about the relaxation,
It’s about the dreams –that are so sweet.
I love to dream
I could be a graceful dancer
Or find the cure for cancer
I am...
Special,
Different,
Individualistic,
Unique.
I believe in myself and who I may become.
I am...
Resilient,
Strong,
Confident,
Determined.
You may strip me to the bone and examine my every part
Go ahead and remove my soul
While I pray to GOD that I will let go
Of all my insecurities
And my bad qualities
And a broken back that will not stop me.
I am
Those thick thighs and brown eyes
That I hope you will love, just as I do
I am
The coiled hair and curly fries
and a few mountain dews
I am
The one who is after the gold prize
Watching a mammoth glacier
As it moved slowly across the blue and red seas
A ship made of gold and myrrh
Set adrift to follow the breeze.
Its body was pure snow
You linger in the form of bruises..Marking a roadmap on my body of all your favorite places. A constant reminder of the fire I wish I could deny but always give into. Sentencing me to a death made for insects: as I become the moth drawn to your fl
I am
a dreamer.
My mind is a playing field
My goals are the starters,
As my oppositions take the bench.
But sometimes they get up
No longer rooted
They get a chance to take part in something
I am not a number.
I am not another data point in a meaningless statistic.
I am a human, flesh and blood;
With a spirit like a lion
And a hopeless wanderer’s heart.
A child weak, soft like youth
Is a lion of eye and tooth
In dreams that trickle down like sand,
Down a clock, tick-tock the hand,
And whisper sweet litanies upon the head
"I don't drink"
There was a time when those words were true
But now. . .
Well, not so much.
Now I love the feeling
Of drowning in a sea of fog,
On neither side of that thin line
Little boys little girls
follow your dreams
little boys little girls
dream dream dream
Wait, do you call them dreams or nightmares
the dreams of who you are and what you want to be
Dance with me.Swing me around the living room floorShow me what I missWhen we can't dance anymore.
He was dead for three days
Died for us on Calvary
But when people heard that Jesus rose,
There were whispers of hope
Whispers of truth
The unknown became known
She stares out across the sea
Wondering what things could be
What sights and sounds there are to know
To go out and see the world grow
She imagines all the people she could meet
He wipes the dust of his Bible in times of need.
Eats the bread cause he's hungry.
Hungry because he plants the seed so God can see he still believes.
He confesses he's sorry he's never seen
In Church
If I see a day, may I know the night
For in the darkness, you hold me tight
Carry on my sweetest soul
For tomorrow shall bring us closer still
And though,
As I lay down to sleep
I feel his dark shadow cross my mind
His fedora tilted low upon his face
A black suit and long cape his trademark.
He smiles softly.
I was born into this world without direction or a clue.
Born into my mother and father's ocean, streaming blue.
They taught me how to swim up the current as I pulled through.
You can't take the good without the badYou can't be happy without experiencing sadConstantly fighting a battle with good and evilAlways running back and forth, two sides never equal
Many people may question, what the heck is a dream
Is it a figment of my imagination my brain continues to stream
Is it a goal in my future that I can clearly see in sight
I am...
A doctor?
No
I am...
A Teacher?
No
I am...
A animator
Yes
I am a future animator
I will be making cartoons.
I am a future animator
Born a girl
But read a book
And now what is she,
A he
An it?
Doesn’t she know the pain he causes others
When it
Or xe?
Decides a thousand things
In a single day?
He's got the charm of a devil,
smile to prove it.
She's got a mind full of fate,
heart to win it.
I've got a life full of time and no one to spend it on.
Dreams are not just for sleeping.
When you think of a dream, it gives you special feelings.
Like nothing and nobody could bring you down.
Not all people can dream like we can.
Lately,
The truth has been pouring out of me.
I'm breaking through the barriers.
I know you're not listening,
But I pray you hear me.
One of these days,
I'll get through to you.
I did awake in the bitter cold of night,
Sitting up in a bed to look around,
It was dark, black and yet far off in the distance there was a glow,
The light grew and shed a brilliant gold on a silver room
She lies awake knowing the sun will be out soon,
She contemplates whether or not to stay up until the afternoon.
Because sleep is just a reminder of what things use to be,
I am different.
Not in visage, nor style, nor walk,
Not in avocation, nor mannerism, nor talk,
But in hope and dream and state of mind.
I am different
In that
The radioactive waves of lies
I've made a tiny paper plane
It's crumpled and doesn't fly well
But it's my gift to you
It's unbalanced and lopsided
And can't loopdy loop
All it does is spin and twirls
I am tired, I am hungry, and I am weak
I have looked high and low, but nothing have i seeked
Every day many drop one by one
All continue to drop for more months to come
Why must we starve huh? Why must we suffer?
. When i wake up I'd like too see a group of people looking up at me . I see myself having fun full of joy walking around hearing the sound of laughter and others bemused with interest .
Wooden beams and wooden planks
And salty sea scented air
Drew our souls near the edge
And then just held them there
The wind whipped our hair
The cold bit our noses
Are we awesome?
Nah, maybe were just ordindary
Many of my people locked away in solitary
Causing this huge diversionary
How can they call themselves honorary?
Life is a warzone
An enemy at every side
No one can deny
That this is life
But in this war I find excitement
It’s wonderful
Yet people think I’m crazy
I cannot say why we wonder
I can only dream my dreams
Imagination leads to creation
Inventions become a need
Wonder allows the mind to wander
While the body is set to work
Broke Boy's Dream
Money for college is a broke boy’s dream
I only have money for things I need
I’m not writing this for a good college fling
But for my education and that’s what I’m going to achieve
I'm sitting in the break room, trying to be alone...
reflecting on my past ; bitter because it's made me different
Yes, I have regrets and remembering adds salt to the wound
In circles, we go around and around
Inadvertently choosing to frown
It’s the lurking fear we just cannot face,
Each hope I have rests here;
My dreams, they’re still inside.
For though the hope’s to fly
'Twill be a long, long ride.
Though music sings about me
I fear to dance alone.
The succulent siver
Still clings,
To the ethereal bird
With her broken wings.
At it's dying delicacy
I stare,
With me
She begins to share.
She showered me
I sat up in bed and stared at the wall.Not a single sound mumbled from the hall.My mind was raging with inspirationWhile my lack of sleep brought on great agitation.
my castle is this city
from the basketball courts
to the train station downtown
my castle is this city
ocean beaches' waves jump and bow
when my toes meet sand
He walks at home
in the streets alone
a lone light Glimmers
as his day starts to fade
a satchel for his car
and a lighter for his fuel
he drifts off into another star evening
Amongst the dulled murmur, a clear song rises.
Even as the chains bind our arm, our hearts soar free, only hindered by the limits of our imagination.
Cat-God.
Scars on human souls
like cracks on china plates,
stone-cold glue seeping from wounds
frozen mid-drip.
Cat-God.
Paws against old wood shelf,
one furry oaw on slick porcelain.
When I close my eyes
my mind wonders
and my imagination flies.
I can'y help but ponder...
what from my dreams will arise?
Slowly I fall into an abyss
and my dreams fly all around me.
What are visions? Are they dreams? Are they prophesies? Are they fantasies? Are they lies told to ourselves? Are they glimpses of another dimensions in which we are the same person, but walk a different path?
Dancing in a ring of fire
Hoping that your dreams aspire
But the drive down the road
Is one you'll make all alone
All of your wishes and hopes
One day you'll climb all the ropes
I am writing today to say don’t dream!
Now I know many people say that and then go on to say things like,
but have an end goal. Yes that is nice, but end goals change.
To what do my eyes see
When tey are closed?
A all to familar future woe
Of past and present fea
Where the raven flies nevermore
Where the pictures steal our age
Have you ever heard of the taleAbout the Dream Deliverer?The one who plants those thoughtsAnd nutures our hope
When you sleepHe comes and singsSongs that will become your dream
Into my happy place- Stella D’vine
I seldom visit you anymore.
Into my happy place.
Where the grass grows in an array of colors.
Where the sky shows nothing but blue.
As I look for my new spiral notebook in the morning
I see this old spiral notebook
the yellow spiral notebook
before that yellow spiral notebook,
there were many spiral notebooks
My body relaxes and I feel calm.The gentle sounds I hear when I’m aloneare racing down my warm face in turquoisestreams. I like to pretend that my pasteldreams are more than the ocean and seashells.
I've always loved the ocean and every time I look into your eyes, I feel as if I'm swimming in it. Every time you kiss me my world comes to a halt and I never want it to end.
I remember growing up
Constantly singing and dancing
In my head I was Alicia keys
My whole family told me id be a star that I could do anything I put my mind to
That I could be great
Dark eyes, dark hair;
The spitting image of Dad.
Grandpa jokingly says,
"Maybe you'll grow out of it."
Just maybe.
But I'll always be a daddy's girl.
Pick a spot
Pick an experiment
Join me in Dreamland,
where life may never end.
As I lay my head to rest,
to Dreamland my mind does send.
Where the sun sets,
but also comes to rise.
Where, just like birds,
When the boy was little,
he dreamed of having wings.
Like an angel, he could rise,
and forget all earthly things.
When the boy became a teen,
he dreamed of going to war.
Without filters I fear for my mind
and the tricks it plays on itself all the time
Without filters in which I see the world
My eyes would see opportunity everywhere
and not just the beaches,
Abstract Is what I desire
What I admire
About the world
Loving each other like when boy meets girl
Or when Girl Meets Guy
Love catches the gaze of the inner abstract eye
My life is kind of hectic
Like a completed checklist
When I look back on my life I see that I have dropped some fine dimes
I am a person, yes. A human. One that breathes oxygen in and out. But why? Is there a reason for it in the end? I think so. My brain says no, but my heart says... yes. Things have happened.
Throughout the early life, you are told stories
about how the world is good,
dreams come true, and magic happens.
It requires love, time, and effort;
however, anything is possible.
In my dreams, i see faces. I hear voices. In my life, I dont understand them.
In my dreams, I see us. I hear your voice. In my life, I dont know who you are.
Let me start off by saying god bless you
The world's greatest philosopher couldn't fathom the words to express you
We tend to lose all hope and live in regret
Meanwhile the world continues to spin and time is being spent
She is full of compassion
Poker-faced to hide her emotion
Magentic charm that draws them near
like bees to honeypot, it is seen so clear
Some call her a chameleon
Camouflaged with every story
Bump, bump, bump, the needle goes.
Stitch after stitch; they form a row.
Two pieces of fabric sewn to make a seam.
Sew, pull, cut; it becomes a routine.
Hard work and imagination you need
One day it's marked in your head,
others, it's in the air.
Like vapor, it lingers,
possibly poisonous.
It's up to you to let it
set inside you,
to take control,
almost killing you,
I had a dream-
Of a bright world,
And a bright smile,
And dreamy eyes.
But that would not be the case today.
Because I ventured away then,
Darker into this place.
Where things deemed scary,
The Dance
Written by: Stephanie Garcia
When I ride my horse in the mid-summer mornings,
we dance.
The drums pound and two hearts beat as one
working in rhythm and cadence.
Each and every day
We are reminded of what makes us sway.
The dreams we wish to pursue
Seem to knock on the window as we peer through.
Do I have to have a destination if I decide to runaway?
Or would I end up in the perfect place for me?
We'll, see. We'll have to see. Let's wait and see.
'Cus I noticed the sun hates taking breaks,
I wonder what I can give,
as far as wisdom goes,
for I am somewhat young and have many years to live.
The cool Autumn wind blows
The pen is my compass
The paper my sail
They take me to new places
On a see of words and dreams
When I take pictures,
I want them to be me.
No hidden faults,
no dumb deceits.
When I take pictures,
I show the way I feel.
I am a human being,
Unlike pictures, I am real.
My hair is thinning
My skin is almost pale
My life is nothing like a fairytale
I am of the average height
Contacts help me see what's in sight
I look for depth in everyone
In darkeness, there is light.
In the rain, there is sun shine.
So even while I'm unable to grasp the pai, my mind is at ease.
For even through death is life.
I am the future
I am a leader
I can contribute to changing the world
It starts with me, with you and I together
I fall asleep with wandering dreams
The colors are so vivid; I’m bursting at the seams
I’m walking on endless thoughts
"There's no flaws in dreams,"Said my mind to me,"Be who you are, And who you want to be."I may have a personality,That's flawed in many ways,But a mind that's reigns...
"There's no flaws in dreams,"Said my mind to me,"Be who you are, And who you want to be."I may have a personality,That's flawed in many ways,But a mind that's reigns...
O' how cruel mine own heart be!
It cares not if my head forbids
It to love so as to not be twain in half again.
DreamsOf regret and painRattle around in my head--Abandoned thoughts,And untouched memoriesooze from my sleep,And into my ear--Spilling onto my pillowand leaving a stain
I've always had dreams
Most people do
But mine have become more
Maybe not so fancy
But practical and thats all
I could ever ask for.
I'm still standing tall
Even after all I've been through
“My dreams are humid from sun and water and heavy from cornbread and clabber milk”
There's a girl in my English classwho always looks out the windowand sketches little people on the side of her spiral notebook.
Dreams can be BIG!
Dreams can be small.
Some can be short,
Or very, very, tall.
For young and old,
For the brave and bold.
For every boy,
And every girl.
Let's all dream very BIG!
Broken window shows each dream
Shattered lie you can't redeem
A wish upon a twisted heart
Diamond lie that ripped apart
Shards of truth a pane of glass
All I am in life is a complete mess up that ruins everything
No matter what I do; I always manage to mess up everything in my wake
Everything I do leaves a huge crater that will sting
I reach out as far as my arm can bear
So I can have a piece all to myself
And each glistening spec of light
intensifies my yearning for the night
I feel the milky rays of the galaxy brush my cheek
I want you to see
the part of me
that glass so often hides.
Scrolling down your Instagram feed, you would barely even recognize me.
I want you to see
the part of me
that is hidden by makeup
I hope...
Because I care...
Because I love my friends...
Family...
Neighbors...
The powerful message...
Jesus taught me
To love your neighbor as yourself
If it wasn't for that
As the mirror taunts me
With kinked brown locks
And weary hazel eyes
That forever scrutinize,
Pale skin glares back,
Blinding in the morning rays.
“Paper White”
I used to call it,
We all have dreams to strive for
a goal to reach to reach for
we just have to wait for the right moment
to get success like the Romans
We all have dreams to strive for
a goal to reach to reach for
we just have to wait for the right moment
to get success like the Romans
No one else
Under its scrutiny
Its light
Because you are under it
All of your faults on display
Just out there
Exposed
And for
EVERYONE to see
But you must show them
Every night,
When I go to sleep,
A whole new world opens its doorways for me,
I call this world my world of dreams.
My world of dreams is a happy place,
Where days I spend without a trace,
Art,
Abandoned and angry.
Alleys and attackers.
Alone,
Alone,
Alone.
Art,
Abandoned and angry.
Avalanches and alligators.
Alone,
Alone,
Alone.
The flash-
The filter-
It's how I hide.
The picture that everyone sees isn't me though
It's just a reflection of this person
That yes looks practically like me
i cant dream and im not sure why
everything i've ever seen hurts me,
i cant help it but when things get tough i feel like screaming
these things just aint easy
everybody wants to know if im insane
this life of mine is strange,
i change, and people still dont recognize
i fight but i never die,
struggle and never cry
it gets hard sometimes,
god dealt me a wierd hand
and its not easy to understand
Go your own way,
Forget their objection.
They just want
To storm on your vision.
As I stare at the deep blue sea
I think of you and me
I hear the wind whispering in my ear
The love story that is near
My Aztec warrior we meet again
Right on this earth were we first met
What is behind it?
The void
The abyss
The unknown
Behind it is whatever it pleased to be
Breath and think.
Breath and don't think.
Release your feelings in words that are not spoken.
Do not be tempted to anger as who you are.
You are better than the hateful thoughts that plague your mind.
I wish
You all could see
The small girl behind the facade.
Behind the facade
That does nothing but show off
And try to prove to everyone that she is a woman.
When really
When I’m at school I’m always wearing a mask
I keep quiet, do my work, and always the first to class
I’m very punctual I student I show up almost every day
Fantasy
Surreal, Whimsical
Frollicing, Flying, Dreaming
Fun all day and all play, No fun and all work
Many times we sacrifice hopes and dreams thinking that by doing so we will achieve bigger dreams.
We don't understand how many we lose in the road until we look back.
I feel your breath across my lips,
I feel your shaky fingertips.
Close those eyes and take it in,
As I brush against your winter skin.
There is beauty in the folds of my skin and the crease in my brow
Underneath my matt of hair and freckles
There is power behind my quiet voice and my timid thoughts
Seeing past my unsureness and doubt
The heaven’s open up,
I’m standing in this ghost town,
Lost soul with no purpose,
Wondering why,
One more person wishing for an unknown sky,
The heaven’s clear,
Then brilliance strike,
He made promises.
Things he could never reach and
things he could never keep.
He saw things beyond his reach.
He would gaze at the moon and stars
So let's live,
And let love.
Where is this coming from?
My heart says yes,
In you I obsess.
And I'm losing my mind,
But I swear that it's fine...
Just commit me now,
Why do I feel so alone
yet I steadily push people away
I say what I feel at the moment
yet don't mean what I say
in my heart
But my world is ripping apart
from everywhere and everything
her life isnt as perfect as it seems
its filled with false hopes
and fucked up dreams
and when she searched the world
she failed to find her
one
and only
piece of mind
Waking up in the morning it is the first thing on my mind, to practice and hone my skills until it's my time. To become MLG, a dream that I want to be my legacy.
English is a language far too complex,
Ordinary man or scholar it will perplex.
It seems nothing will translate directly,
Because it cannot be expressed correctly.
Look in my eyes and see what I fail to say
the pain and sadness that I have no solution to but stay confused
How can I express to theeThe ways of which I love?This love I feel means more to meThan any god above.Oh! I love thee to the depths Of the sea.Surely I do.For in my dreamsIt it you I see,
Could you feel me leave; and climb so high to see the world at my feet?
Steady storms ashore, but I'm the iris and I just want more
It's in the stars: the treble in my heart will be heard on Mars, for
Out of all that makes me happy,
I include scenarios I make in my head.
The stories I dream, thinking at night,
Laying alone in my bed.
If you haven’t done this, give it a shot,
The world is surrounded with thing of a dream.
The stars are all shining; look at them gleam!
Though things might get harder, we can still sing.
Let us live for our new day so we can live in Beauty!
I wear a mask, thick as leather
Beneah the seams fear keeps the mask together
No scars lie behind this invisible shield
A single word is all that's concealed
He closes his eyes just for a minute,
And runs to a place where his troubles end:
A wondrous world—he’s free to explore it—
Your eyes used to be so bright
They looked straight forward
Unnerving but more alive than all those around you,
They used to look so colorful and awake
What changed you?
Was it the people?
The room is too warm
My palms are sweatty
He paces, glancing at the pages.
Time is running out
I read fast but nothing sticks in my mind.
I can't remember the answeres.
He glances my way and i flinch.
I had a dream that
the trees were orange
and your heart was red and
I floated like dying leaves through
your head. you said
i felt like fire burning through
your veins. you spent
I remeber my history, I remember it well
I remember the love and the betrayal
We started off in Africa the land of kings and queens
There we were great and taught our beliefs
This is for anybody with a dream
just make them as they seem
so you can see bigger things
wether you dance or you sing
or you want a superbowl ring....
this is for people with a story to tell
I've always told myself...
maybe one day, things will change,
now things have changed
i dont have to cry at a young age because im hungry
now im making money,
before i used to get beat up
Is it me,
Or am I the only person running from my own dream?
I yearn for it,
Football is calling my name.
I love it so much,
I half way think I am insane.
Ahhhhh!!!
Last night, as I dozed, I had a dream,
But what would a dream be but a bitter gleam-
of a thought-cycle loop, a mash then release,
a randomized chemical silence and ease.
A mosaic I saw, and color so vividly,
I haven't had lessons since the age of three
but me?
I'm a dancer
Those rhythms in my soul are always pounding
Pulsating, shaking, crying, hoping, longing
For a dance floor
The deepest crimson adorns
A canvas skin,
Wrapped securely in its hued dimension.
We hustle through life trying to find meaning, but don't put worth into what we're dreaming. Where does the most value lie? In graveyards where we have died.
The faint smell of burning plastic, wood and marshmallows,
Artful graffiti surrounded us as a reminder of our more reckless and youthful days.
Hush my darling,
Close your eyes
The whole world is suddenly fading
Once bright blue are blacked skies
Where the stars are now parading.
Rest my love,
And chase your dreams
Optimists think this is the best possible world,
While pessimists fear it's true.
The greatest pleasure in life,
Is doing what people say you cannot do.
No one is perfect.
That's why pencils have erasers.
She smiles so deeply that it leaves imprints on her cheeks.
Her laugh brings joy to others that are far beyond her reach.
God save the dreamer
Whose home was a fort of betrayal
His eyes were shattered like crystal
At a glimpse of the unmistakable truth
They made him a rigid boulder
A mob of pitchforks and claws
I smile at the storm
Because I love the challenge
The fog covering my Dreams
Makes my dreams vivid
The rain weighing me down
Adds to the weight that anchors me
To the roots of my passions
I can see it now
Church bells, the white dress, the humble ring
You'll have a smile for the happiness to each other we bring
Everyone will be happy for us
There's no one else with this much trust
Another iron python hisses
Billows unnatural poisons into the air
Burns passed scarred jungle
Monotonous percussion strikes old Indian lands
Cyclope eye staring passed souls too insignificant
I like to dream. I dream of me and someone special riding horses at a vineyard. I dream of spending the rest of my life with that one special person.
Your parents tell you when you are young,
your teachers tell you when you are in elementary school,
your teachers tell you in middle school,
your teachers tell you in high school,
Life comes with ups, downs, ins and outs. Dos and don'ts, wishes and hopes. Dreams and goals. Love for others only cause self that is just as bold. Knowing your place and playing your role.
A lavender sky
Shadows caressing the clouds
and millions of laughing stars
The vivacious sun ignores the moon's protests
and takes her into his arms
I lay, entranced by the wonder around me
I met her by the seasideAlmost in a tranceAs sunshine shone upon herAnd skipping waves did dance.She called me with a whisperThrough the ocean air,But as I did approach her
I dreamt of clouds in skies of blueWith crimson streaks of light,And all around there was the soundOf laughter and delight.Where worries were a memoryForgotten long ago,
Inhale Xxhale
Here I go again
trying to leave something more than a footprint
Inhale Xxhale
Here i lie again
Loving the predicament that I happended to stumble in
Inhale Xxhale
Thrown into life with no say;
born to a mother in a high school daze
who’s only direction was the bottle
of hard A – “adult juice”.
A father who gambled – and lost –
Drained and deranged,
I dreamed I could build beauty.
Blueprinted, diagrammed
Just a god in a cage.
My dreams are most vivid when I bolt
Awake staring at the ceiling where the stucco shoots
Constellations to my brain, just a telescope that won’t retract
Or react to the basic instincts meant to drive
I wanna take someone's soul out there heart and put it in mines
but no matter how hard I try to become someone different the reality is always permitted ...
Blind.
Blinded by the sound of nothing.
Silence.
Breath.
Slam.
Bang.
Click.
The intesity builds.
Lights come into focus.
Shadows.
Anxious feet.
Steady.
I often dream of dreams
dreams of flying
dreams of dying
dreams where I wake up crying
dreams defying
All the lot dreamed of weddings.
I dreamed of settings
dreamed of regretting
I held your gaze—
Transfixed by you—
Because in your eyes I saw a sea—
And I was engulfed by your waves.
Those clear sea foam orbs,
Like the nebulae in our universe,
Cold or Hot
Nice or Mean
Compassionate or selfish
Needy or Self Suficient
Every Choice Is A Challenge
But The Choices We Make
Are What Make Us
So
What
Will
You
Dear America,
I saw a little girl today with tears all on her sleeve
Her eyes were empty
hands were old
Why did you crush her dreams?
She dreamt a day when kids could play
and water would be clean
I wake up and I am fifteen,
Years past and he looks at me.
Who is he but myself in grief,
What have I done and what do I do.
Who am I and who are you,
Am I black or am I blue,
You claim we aren't different
But we are
When you wake up in the morning
Your nightmare ends
Mine simply continues
What? I thought I was the only one
I guess I was wrong
I should of known all we had and even a love song...
Didnt matter to you or him,
Just children were we when we first met
Prancing about one another without a care.
Though oft not we would see the another
Each time was as if the previous game had not been left.
I met her in a dream
Crazy as it seems
She laughed like I did
And I found that funny
You are the sunshine
i am the rain
i just wanted You to be mine
but You were avoiding pain
I never thought I'd see the day;
Where I'd struggle to find the words to say;
But you leave me pondering, yet breathless;
I can't hold it back, I must confess this;
Your eyes read a book, yet you remain a mystery;
A puppeteer strings an open mouth,
She is me, and I am her.
Tells me what to say−
Obedient, teeth clacking.
Indecent
Bigger than my eyes can see,
When I open wide,
My heart comes out before my eyes,
Pumping louder than my bursts of expression,
Expressing how passionate I am,
A shadow appeared
The fatal apparition
In my dream
A corrupted echo
Her hands were steady
Calm and ready
For night’s return
We sit face to face,but there is something in the way.
An object that gives you satisfaction,
its in my face and your eyes are lost and I wonder
is this gonna work.
I feel entirely empty, so lost & distant;
You leave me nothing, but a reminiscent;
I hear your name and my heart skips beats;
I try to cope, but always experience defeat;
Well this is quite a surprise.
I've never been asked this inquiry before.
You feel it,
like sweet kisses upon your skin.
Kisses you yourself have never known,
but still imagine.
A mask for the task at hand
to find success and to be the best
to draw peace from a green light in uncertain darkness i have to put up a fight
although i know not where i'll land
I dream of less
less than what has happened
more than what will be
simply lost in all of my minds
subconscious poetry
she reads to me
rich righteous texts
mysterious wisdom gained in the night
We all have a desire
It may be open and it may be silent
Whatever the case may be
We still all have that one thing
That keeps us going
Drives us to victory and attain our goals
Whatever your age, whatever your race, whatever your gender
I want you to dream big without censor
All the beautiful things you could ever imagine
Are only ever, just a mere fraction
How does a dream metastasize?
It starts off as a cellular thought
So miniscule that it barely pinches your consciousness – but
It’s still there…
Merry-go-round DreamsWritten by Adam M. SnowMerry-go-round dreams;round and round it goes.In a cloudy scene,
we are full of stories to tell
memories we store and dreams that we sell
soon they fade from view
sadly they dry as the morning dew
ignorant of a dream's worth
or a lesson to which memory gave birth
Today
Shades upon shades of cover and shadow
Smokescreens of laughter filling an empty hallow.
Nobody knows and nobody will ever know.
The book nerd who devours stories
that pushes
Photographers capture a moment in time,
Each little movement in orderly rhyme.
From nature to people, photos aren't the same,
From color to black, photos are never plain.
Memories are made with one little click,
I see the pain, I see the power the cruel gain.
I stand aside, I turn and hide.
When will I stop being so afriad?
I live for the fame, the dreams, and all the greens
I sing from the top of my lungs but no one hears me
I put on disguises and act around the house but no one sees me
I am Bill Gates
At least I wish to beileve that's true
A high school drop out with fantasies that explains
If he can do it I can do it too
Are we really meant to move ahead
All the things holding us back, sometimes I just lay in bed
The war, the debt, the things we can't change
I'd speak about it but get labeled insane
For some sleep is rest for the weary.
But for others, dreamless sleep is the escape from the prisons.
It's the gaurana, the crickets,
the dust bunnies gaurding curtains, gates to a kingdom of ants on a windowsill.
It's the tangled, ragged ropes, once daisy chains
with wide, flattened faces
When you wake up what do you see? Do you see the world as a cruel unusual placeOr do you see that you were blessed with dreams to achieve everyday.
I've been accepted to college which is such great news
the only sad part is that I'll be away from you.
Away from your love, away from your laughter
but it is ok I'll be fine, I cant stay forever.
Imagination is what keeps me inspired
My brain is like a vacuum
Drawing in the dreams
The fantasies I create
It keeps me writing
Reading
Performing
Designing
She called upon me to aid her,
to stop the crying. Her crying
is a marathon runner who can never reach the finish line.
I’m no savior, but I’m the only one
left to care.
I am an optimistic soul
I wonder about my past
I hear the time keepers hands
I see my future
I want to start over
I am a prisoner of time
There was once a boy who was not willing to fight
For he was always humiliated and seen as shy.
In him, there was no courage and only fright.
He was fragile and only measured a short height.
First I want to start off with “IM SORRY”
I was angry, upset, devastated knowing that you were going through some serious shit that I didn’t have any control over.
My skin burns where your hands once were like acid on light flesh.
I've taken four showers today to try to wash away the pain but your handprint stays on my porcelain skin.
Soft steps echo in the hushed hall.
Dark figures sit and stare while
Warm rays of light fall on him.
Standing in center stage in front of a piano
He bows, and then prepares for what is to come.
Please eat... I hear their silent plea. Eyes look at me carefully. I smile gracefully but can't tame the voice inside of me. "No thanks. I'll have coffee." Can't they leave me be? Getting thin has a fee but I'm not scared. Can't they see?
One night, as I slept,
I dreamt a dream of voices.
In my dream,
I saw young choirs,
In the choirs,
I saw young children.
But no matter what,
I heard wonderful singers-
Cocooned.
Trapped
in lucid pristine existence.
Sheltered,
Hidden,
from troublesome reality.
Delicate wings,
You stretch them to fly,
but ensnared by the inexperience,
Prisoner of Words Unsaid
For so long
For so long I've been a prisoner
A life sentenced prisoner for a crime they committed for me
Like Alicia Keys "I'm a prisoner of words unsaid
There's a world outside this hell-hole that I now live.
I've been dreaming about it since I was in the second grade,
This world is busy yet calming ,
This world has opportunity and exotic people.
Inspiration
What is inspiration but a fanny pack full of hammy down quotes from people no different than you or I. Or is it indifference that allows one to be different. "Haters gnna hate!"
Walking down this road I called home
Thinking of all my dreams that seem so far to reach
My mind and heart whispers courage but reality seems to crush my dreams
Money
There's so much of it in the world
but why don't I have any of it?
Why does my family struggle so much
when others have money coming out of their ears?
I'm stuck trying to figure out
A dream thats lost means that all hope is gone
A dream thats found means that courage is back on
Things that you follow means nothing at all
Its until then that you realize to go for a chance
Does anybody up in here have a story to tell or is it just me
You know me growing up being the lawyer that I want to be or me growing up being another menace to society
What does our future really have in store for us?
Is life still going to be this endless circle of trials
Or
Life is payday.
You have fifty dollars in your pocket
along with the daydreams of what you might buy
roses for your future lover
the promise of opportunity.
Life is tax day.
We took to a tent family of gypsies
shadows in the forest, kept from view.
We escaped the sunrise, the strangers,
the shotguns, the ship’s crew.
What is life?
Life is an adventure, a mystery, a gift
it's a beautiful thing as it changes, and shifts.
Life gives us things we don't understand
she has no mercy, she's at times out of hand.
That is life.
For years my thoughts were silent
Trapped in the matrix of my mind
The only resolve, a pen on paper
Hoping to leave my past behind.
Having no idea how to share myself
With the people surrounding me
Who said autumn leaves fall to their death?
I think they cover the ground with their beauty,
Like colorful souls bestowing their love
On the gray roads of rock below.
Who said just because your heart is beating
Who said autumn leaves fall to their death?
I think they cover the ground with their beauty,
Like colorful souls bestowing their love
On the gray roads of rock below.
Who said just because your heart is beating
You threw me away like a grain of sand,
Carried astray by the winds at hand.
All for what?
Your own self-righteous gain;
Hopes that you've preserved your precious treasures of today?
I've realixed that when it comes to life, everything and everyone in it has an imperfection. A slight misunderstanding that the universe as a whole compels to call a fatal flaw that keeps life at its best, from perfection.
Going into college;
was a new begining.
I was scared yet nervous
Anything was possible.
Nothing turned out,
the way I pictured it.
Everything was
different.
I wake up in the morning.
It's six o'clock and I'm yourning.
I get up out my sheets
trying to scavenge something to eat
then I gotta brush my teeth.
since i ain't in a rush
I wait for the bus
The fids are screaming for breakfast
I can do that
There’s homework still to do
I can do that
Need to finish next months’ budget
I can do that
Wait, still need to clean the loo
I can do that
Life is something i find myself thinking,
yet i don't have much of an inkling,
of what i might really be thinking.
My thoughts sway and shift,
dwell and jump,
yet never stop.
Life is a universe,
The pit pattering of heart stills
Earth stops, water spills
Thinking of ourselves as nothing?
Passionately desiring for something
Others forever against us
Not wanting to hold us or defend us
I have awoken
From the slumber that has
Trapped the billions.
Enlightened - by chance -
Seeing what they do not,
Feeling what they ought to,
Everyone has dreams to make it for their familes get of the hood to live good well some people was born into this world with a sliver spoon in their mouth
If you ask me what makes me tick
then I'd have to tell you I don't tick, I tock
And if you aserted I was to pick
I'd simpy laugh and decide not
If you asked me to fall in line
Dear Anonymous Person,
Read this right now,
Your worth isn't determined
by your grades, your weight,
your beauty is infinite,
immeasurable like the famous lemniscate.
So forget all the hate.
Everyone Dreams
But I dream differently
Everyone wants to achieve
But I want it vividly
Family is my motivation
I am alone
Every day I sit
At the edge of my home
and I whisper to the abyss
Later I return
Hoping to hear
A whisper clear
From the Abyss
little toad what do you see?i see love hate and apathy;i see cristians jews and athiestsi see fools of sorts who go off to war.but dont know what they are fighting for.
Won’t you listen?
Do not ask my name,
For that was not my question.
Heed my words and my message.
Both of you,
All of you,
Every one of you.
The world is crumbling,
You're going to leave a mark on this earth,
Weather it's on your tombstone
Or your way of living!
My heart, my mind and my soul
It's hurting me to even let this show.
Giving up was never an option for me
but obstacles in my way wouldn't allow me to see.
I'm beautiful because I know it.
im beautiful because I don't have to flaunt it.
I'm beautiful because someone doesn't have to tell me.
Understand that life has changes
New chapters come,
we are forced to turn like pages
Some of us live...like we are ageless
but overcame by pain and sorrow
we ask ourselves "How can we change this?"
My footsteps are a snare drum, beating with every step I take.
Violins hum when I open my eyes.
And when I look at you, a blare of tumpets make me joyfully deaf
So all I can see is you
In all your simple beauty.
When i was young, they all thought i was going to succeed
Always compared, whenever my sisters were there
All of the pressure that caused me to bleed
Once i failed, i knew it was too good to be true
Who are you?
No but seriously, who?
You think you know me but you really don't.
You should get off your high horse but i know you won't.
I can't take a step without your watchful eye;
What's that thing walking down the hall
looking like a plastic Barbie doll
everything about her is completely fake
That's looking on the outside in
that's looking on the outside in
of the Gossip Queen
You constantly bug me and ask me whats wrongNot knowing you were the problem all alongThis pain has turned my heart coldSo cold it has blackened my soul
Look up to the stars,
They will show you where to go.
Let them take you there,
To the edge of your world,
Where all your fears are shown and all your hopes are destroyed,
Come home and then you will know.
When I write, I write because I choose to,
When I cry I cry be I’m supposed to,
When I die inside it’s because of you.
Always telling me you’re so proud,
Then I mess up and you draw a crowd,
We love to hate but hate to love
everyday i watch girls cover their face with make-up
we pour ourselves into our jeans
trying to fit the mold of what we think we should be
We love to hate but hate to love
everyday i watch girls cover their face with make-up
we pour ourselves into our jeans
trying to fit the mold of what we think we should be
I stare at myself in the mirror,
And the image looking back at me is one that is disappointing,
I look in the mirror and the body that appears infront of me,
does not match my mind.
We all strive to be such a thing,Beautiful.
But we look in the mirror,
We study our image,
It becomes more flawed,
We are eaten alive by our desire, beauty.
Dear to bear witness
To this lifes sickness
And the grutus way
Mankind gets this
We are born free
Yet born to just die
Ur first freedom slipped so quickly
Gods beautiful creation
Be loud. Be confident. Whats better than being so predominate? Be free, carefree. Try risks bigger than the sea. Be bold. Be kind. Mark the times you thought you would never find.
Abused Never More
Never look into your eyes,
don't talk to anyone,
stay at home at all times,
Seven Billion people.
With over 200,000 births every day.
How are we supposed to know who we will be?
Hate
This disgusted feeling
For another human being
So wicked
For a man who didn't mean a damn thing
If you want love honey, go love yourself
But instead you chose to spread your legs
Is blue, blue?
Or do you see a different hue?
Do we all see a different color known by one name?
Or do we all see just the same?
How can you say blue is blue,
When she see's green too?
Adrenaline pumps as a worry wart scurries, preparing the utter but cruel fate of the "real" world. Tick tock, a race against the clock, call me White Rabbit as I tend to fret for the minute feelings in a myriad of ways.
Today is the day I must perform
I wake up in the morning and look outside
The sun's out.
Does that mean I'll be good or--
Will the opposite occur?
Its time to go...
I drive past homes and stores,
Who do I want to be heard by?
The answer is clear
All those boys,
All those girls,
Who don't get toys,
When Christmas unfurls.
Because they are too poor,
Can’t you see he’s tired?
Tired of all the hate?
They tell him it’s because he’s weird
And this is just his fate
Can’t you see he’s tired?
This is the place where all the kids come out to play...when it's real late and no one knows their names. Playing more than video games.
How can things be so difficult one minute, but then dissolve into something so pure? How do people look over the beauty of mistakes and only focus on the bad and evil perspectives?
These things really do happen.
We're told our whole lives that if we dream it, we can make it happen
Stick with that sport, hobbie, job or talent and it will eventually happen
At some point there comes a time where we have the talk with our parents
The talk about success and at some point we all choose to digress
Now Now Now
It's not for everyone
heck
who knows if its for me
but theres something about
the way everyone has an agenda
the way everything is fast paced
so much is happening
Life only favors the richWorking hard till deathWill we ever stop to restSeeing the rich enjoy lifeThe poor watch with doleful eyes
As the music plays, the only way to feel again is let love in. Can't you see it? Smiles contagiously shine. Ecstatic bliss overwhelms hearts. Consciences brighten with what is right. The color yellow glistens on the faces of the world.
From the moment we're born, we’re told of the power of dreams,
From Disney movies, to children’s bedtime tales
And as we grow, and we change, and we learn,
A pretty smile
With creativity
And discipline
You have yet to see me
A person with sensibility
Coaxed in concentration and diligence
You have yet to see me
Natural born talent
We all wish we could start over;Go back in time and begin anew.Try as we may, we just cannot.This we know, but regret to believe.Everyone wants one more moment.
The other day James told me that he had a almost reached a dream that was close to me,
He said he could've went to play ball oversees, but I guess it wasn't meant to be.
Which really makes no sense to me,
There come a time in every man’s life
Where he learns about who he is destined to be
Some day he will take on a wife
As he choose her and she choose he
Bodies in the sand,
tight skin, shining eyes,
messy hair,taute lips
kissed by the sunsrise.
New life, wet air, rapid breathes
pumping blood
wide steps,big dreams.wet cheeks
a rushing flood.
Everyone talks about what it's like for them
How difficult they have it
Why the world is unfair to them and why they need to catch a break
I'm not one of those people
I'm not poor or rich
Many think that strenth lies within a number on a wieght.
The truth is strength is measured within the mind.
The mind of an ordinary person who has carried more than they can.
Who has survived the storm.
“Pretty as a princess”
That’s what they all say
Tuck you into bed with story time.
“Wish upon a star”
It was just a childhood dream
As you stare out the window at night
I've been told, "write what you know"
But what if all you know is anger and anxiety and pain and drama and crying into your pillow because all of the available shoulders are occupied?
No such thing complexity is
A state of mind in all its being
Hope and fear gather here
To try and give someone some more time
Those who weep because of the unknown
As I look at the doors around me,
I hear a rattling sound coming from one of my belt loops.
Then I look to where the sound came from.
I saw a key of rings on my belt loop.
At 12:34am those thoughts start trickling in
The world is quiet, no distractions
First, a few drops of prose
Then, a few analogies get sprinkled in
Then all of a sudden, an ocean of ideas pour through my brain
At 12:34am those thoughts start trickling in
The world is quiet, no distractions
First, a few drops of prose
Then, a few analogies get sprinkled in
Then all of a sudden, an ocean of ideas pour through my brain
Have you listened lately?
Or did you become blinded by what you wanted to hear over what you needed to hear.
Selective hearing, I guess?
My talent is something God gave me a voice to move the room
Eyes are restless and heavy
As a brick on the chest cavity sits.
My body feels nothing but pure hunger.
A hunger for nothing but more slumber.
6:00 a.m
Eyes are still restless and heavy
I See You.
So if you
say that you see me,
can you really...?
Can you look
past my hips, and beyond
my thighs...
Behind my
eyes and into
the depths of my mind..
There's always a problem
when applying for college -
grabbing bits and coins
and whatever you can salvage.
Thank goodness there's money
for writing this poetry,
because if it wasn't there
As the melodies of my pen against paper skitter through my ears,
I can't help but wonder if this is right.
What about my dreams?
What about the future I had for me?
I guess this is what it feels like to be free.
I want to dance over the moon.
To skip across the night’s stars.
To fly just above the ocean’s surface,
Then to dive down deep, deeper…
To the deepest part of the Blue.
I want to roll down a hill,
Darling,
Theres a trick to every story:
Read the ending so youre not disappointed.
Keep your expectations set low
But your head held high,
Dont let them ever see you cry.
Theyre not worth your tears
They Said…
They said, you have to be realistic
And just live
But what does being realistic mean?
Do you know what is real and what is not?
If dreams are not real
Then, what are they?
Although life may seem unclear
Believe that their is something for you
Consider this a gift yourself
Dream....
Everything is now visable..
Is anyone up there?
Tired of wondering where,
warn out on wondering how,
and never getting a reply.
If evil is the problem,
who can give us the answer?
If God is the ultimate good,
As I drift off to sleep,
my mind enters into a door of dreams,
a door filled with adventures for me.
Suddenly, I find myself in the sky in marvelous flight
Seeing the world from up so high.
I'm about to spit you something lyrical
Have you feeling spiritual
Inspirational, sensational literacy
I'll make it out the NOLA just wait and I'ma show you
By attending college with my profound knowledge
My dear Dream! You neither come with comforts nor
You let me sleep with comfort.
From the day one since I've met you until the time I marry you,
I stay obsessed with you,
Life is like having a tick
irritating like when you get a prick
kinda like getting hit by a brick
Sometimes you want to let it go
But hold on you might find a glow
Walkin throug town you get a little down
i'm gonna polish It 2 a solar flame2 rekindle my subconcious chariotthat bears my virgin senses from:
You couldn't achieve your dreams now you wanna live through me. Looking for my lost thoughts with wall in front of me. How can I achieve when you don't believe in me? It isn't my fault your dreams didn't soar like the trees.
I have dreams
They mean so much to me
And seems
I can't distinguish from reality
What am I suppose to do ?
What am I suppose to say ?
smoke
drifting
always
into the empty void we call home
suffocating
our repressed emotions
crying
to our star-crossed dreams
meandering
to hollow crooks
echoing
Just a small voice
Just a drawing in the dirt
It is my aspiration
To be loved, to be heard
As surely as the wind blows
As surely as a boat sails
As surely as moon shines its light
I remember when candy was sweet
And reality was a treat
When the world was right
And the sun shined bright
When smiles were true
And the tears were through
No one told you to see them
No one asked you to stare
No one cared you spent that moment
Wishing they weren’t there
No one believes the scars are true
"Paper has more paitence than people,"a simple saying by Anne Frank that should be an ornate ode.
Flawlss perfection.
Perfect body.
Perfect Teeth.
Perfect clothes.
Then theres me.
Im a size 18-20 in pants
My teeth are crooked and yellow.
I think of Walmart as hollister.
Down the ground lookin' so low
All i want to know
will I go high, so high that I cant touch the ground?
Stuck in this cage with ties that i cant abound
I want to be more than this
with my uniquness
Fuck staying in one place too long
Your life is your own song
Written however you want
Many people close to you will try to taunt
And even haunt
Your dreams and aspirations
The cruel silence lingers in the airJust watching with a malicious smileWatching the poor broken girl sobbing
People think they can define you by the way they see you rather than the way you live
Money does make the world go round, literally
My parents struggling for the best for me and my brothers
She walks around with a smile on her face
But no one sees the struggle it takes
The weight that she carries is no simple task
Blustery day of finality
Friends held dear to heart, scatter
Falling caps
Mothers laugh, try to snap a picture
Sad stories
Some here, some there
I write them from my soul
But no one seems to care
All they hear are woeful tales
Brimming eyes with tears
I wonder if they feel the pain between the lines
I know what you’re thinking,
Here goes another Muslim.
Preachin, teachin tryna change the way the world sees them.
But I’ll make this quick.
I’m NOT a refugee
Born in the south next to American Babies
The building blocks you put down stack so high that they touch the sky
The skyscrapers you make are so tall they remind me that I'm so small
And I admire your optimism
I just can't find the right one.
What am I doing wrong?
They say go with the money.
I say I want to go where ever my heart desires.
But I have had a personal struggle with having too little.
And as I digress
I realize there is nothing more I can ever do than to accept myself
Being nurtured and loved by the same society that turns around and disownes you for what?
Being Fat
Short legs
Huge boobs
I want so much
I work hard for it
Yet it seems out of my reach
Constantly put down
Saying I won't achieve my my dreams
But I believe
One day it will happen
One day I'll make it happen
The first time I began to scoot, crawl and walk towards my dreams of accomplishing more than I had dreamed
The first time I began to imagine a world unlike the one I lived in, a utopia where dreams and realities would collide
Tick Tick
Tock Tock
Minutes slip away on my clock.
Need some motivation,
The days keep passing while I’m on vacation.
So what keeps me going,
Makes me want to keep growing?
You tell them the truth , your secrets. You let them fall right through. Misjudged them as somebody you can trust , then they turn on you , fake people, we donated our lives our pride and secrets.
I used to hate my face.
I defined my beauty by how many likes I got on my profile picture
Or by how many people said they liked the way I looked.
I was so embarrassed by my interests
And if people made fun of them,
For a long time I searched
For the thing that brought me solace.
When I was young I loved to read,
And my sister wanted to be an author
And being the little sister,
Naturally I did too.
I don't write because I can,
Or because I think I'm good at it,
Or because I want applause.
I write because, next to my lungs,
Words are what keep me breathing,
And the link between my left hand
The job that will change my life is a news reporter. Lights camera action knowing what's happening looking serious with a shocking reaction live infront of a screen with tons of makeup on because I'm ugly
Tick Tock, Tick Tock,
Is high school over?
Is it off the clock?
Tick Tock, Tick Tock,
I'll be ready for college,
To gain more knowledge.
As children we think life will be easy. When we were young we thought that all the rules would go away, all the pain would cease, school would be out forever, and we thought we would have all the money in the world.
to be heard or to be seen
which is superior?
i posit they are the same
What need is there of a voice when hands are quite capable?
a language of the hands lives among us
My demons
Have your face now.
Haunting my existence.
Creeping into my dreams.
My nightmares.
Keeping me awake
Keeping me on edge.
Keeping me your prisoner…
when i dream,I am walking outside.it's always darkand storm clouds fill the sky.
there are lush trees all around me;above me, behind, below.but every step I takeis slugglish, heavy, and slow.
I was on my computer talking to some chick I barely knew. I can't remember the conversation, but it was a nice chat. She was surprisingly friendly.
I'm a rich kid,
grown in the suburbs,
lost then found in life,
collected on this never ending circus tour,
where is my pride, my faiths contour,
lost as his mother screams,
I'm frightened
I feel over whelmed.
My panics are black
Along with my Scores.
My GPA exists bulky,
albeit i have to compensate for everything.
My banquet.
My automobile.
My institute.
Ever since the age of seven, I've been told I'm gifted, but what does that even mean?--
That I can pass a standardized test with a little more ease that those around me?
I rise like a dead man alive;
A walking, talking, breathing, eating
Corpse that's trying to revive
Its human sense of dignity.
The house is full of mine and theirs,
The furniture, the memories.
When does it stop? And where does it begin?
Is it how you got there? Or does it only matter that you're here.
You've been through the worst, and you've given your best.
We wake up every morning because they tell us to.
Throwing on clothes they see as proper.
Time passes,
Memories are made,
Seasons change,
Feelings shift,
Friendships evolve,
Life goes by quick,
Yet ever so slow,
Like a snail,
Feelings fade,
Friendships not as strong,
What a simple thing to ask
When I'm screaming
crying
dying inside
to be heard
When the world crumbles all around me
When the floor drops from beneath my feet
It makes sense that we all be troubled but don't be overwhelmed by your struggle.
Here's another older one to round out the 5 for tonight :3 I'll post more tomorrow, maybe I'll even write a fresh one for you~*
Dreams boil in my chest
Hot and fierce they burn my flesh
It is unfortunate
That a nation that once believed in its children
Is now built upon the backs of them
The walls are moving.
They shift in and out in tight, undiscernible patterns:
Quickly, slowly,
Scraping your back when you try to turn.
They get too small;
They become too narrow some ways.
Life is too short to sleep
Nights become extended days
As bills pile up and books become your walls
Classes fill up your autumn, winter and fall
We're so young,
In a world so old.
We think we know what we want,
And what we need.
We form dreams,
And run after them.
However,
Sometimes while we're running,
-Dreamers are dreamers, we all dream of something
-Some dreamers are "fake-believers", and those become "unachievers"
-To find what drives you, and imbrace it, is actually living the "dream"
Life is full of twist and turns
Sometimes you'll be sad
Sometimes it'll burn
It'll be good and bad
Don't think your alone
I'll be there every step of the way
So change your tone
Make a wish for me
When the stars fill up the sky
As the hours pass you by
Dream a dream for me
think of only love
when the stars above
are winking at the moon
that's shining on your pillow
I never dreamed that my life would be
Applying for a scholarship using poetry
Thinking many scholarships would be as sweet as tea
Enjoying the fact that many are free
Loneliness is like an abyss
A world filled with endless darkness
A place where light is consumed
The heart trembles because darkness laughs
It shivers because the shadows devours the soul
"I have a dream" - 4 words that don't really mean much, but have empowered an entire race of people, but I'm not here to talk to you about race.
Under the blankets of my bed
I awake.
Even if my mind feels dead
It's not.
It runs from the boogie creature:
A killer.
But even in my dreams I still seek her
(Seek me).
Time went by
Her heart was left in her home town
The college would be her new home
The escape that has no limits, with endless stories that only lasts for minutes, the cruel but sweet fate that only comes once we wake.
They say they are so proud of you
They say you are the best of them
Yet when it gets down to it
It’s not their claps, nor their cheers
Taken from the rhythm of life
Immersed into the pit of life as you know it
Guided yet lost
Controlled yet self- determined
Sought after as a case revived by the aid of hope
They Say A Goal Gets You To Your Dream , But Is There A True Difference Behind The Scences ? You Write Down A List Of Things You Want To Accomplish , What Do You Title The Page ?
You’re so mesmerizing; you’re the definition of desire.
My heart throbs at the sight of you.
You’re layered with sensitivity and covered in morality, which defines you.
Right now,
The walls are closing in,
It's really getting really hard because I'm losing all my friends,
And I'm suffocating because I'm running out of room here.
I love to read
i loved to read before I understood the things I read
and this urge for books and quills had led
me to the library
The time for sitting in the far corner
I just want to thank you for the chance to tell you about who I am and what I’m trying to accomplish. I’m assuming that even if you didn’t ask me, you must have wanted to know who I really am?
Talkative people and silent movers
stalk their sleep without a peep.
sinking and rolling, never really knowing
if ground is up and if down is round.
Reality fades into managing days
When the moonlight shines
through the broken glass,
I will remind my self
of my shattered past.
I swore I wouldn't cry
A vow I could not keep
A decision I never thought
I thought he was intangible
He's fragile
He is frozen in time
He's scared
He is now going slow motion in reverse
His words are misguided
They tear everything apart
He battles his secrets
For I once counted Daffodils in my sleep,
So delicate and unique.
But no more can I sleep,
For the devil has a hold of me oh so deep.
For I once counted Daffodils in my sleep,
So delicate and unique.
A young girl trying to make it out.
I just do what makes me happy.
I do what i want to do and no one has an effect on me.
I want to be a cop on day.
Who is there to stand in my way?
Nobody.
I.
I wonder if I’ll ever learn to spell the word receipt
without having to google it first,
if I’ll find the courage to pull back the curtain
and enter into the uncertainties of my life
"I have a dream" a wise man once said,
where everyone is created equal
But how is it that dreams could come
with a price tag that's deceitful?
They tell you growing up to always "shoot for the stars"
Darkness consumes me. My surroundings slowly seep into my body. I have no control over my body. I try to move but something has tied me down. All I can feel is the tears that roll down my face.
A sick child, I made a wish
I wished for a future, I wished for a cure
I wished for a miracle, but I got more
Defying all odds, I'm still alive
Two years into college, and still I strive
As a new cycle begins I found him in a new light,
speaking of a past love he would replace me with.
And so I sat poolside as a beautiful girl I'd always wondered about surfaces,
her hair was gone but her scalp shimmered.
The alleyways are littered with broken bottles
Bleeding amber liquid
A fixer
Another boy pulls the trigger
And paints the dirt with
Something blue
Social Media
Facebook -
Making a page that will deliberately describe what I want to say.
The days of my youth are so hard, but in a way kind.I can do anything I set my mind To. WIthout Knowing this, I would be blind.I will do whatever it takes to succeed.IT IS IN ME, I have everything I need.
The smoke creeps perfect ‘neath and ‘round each hearse,
as liquid darkness consumes the light over all the Earth.
Bodies lay everywhere dead lifeless to noise and sound, to
The hobby of learning earns weird looks.
I try not to see them while I read my books.
I know some day I'll be in college,
And I will love my extensive knowledge.
But it's difficult to see that far ahead,
At age 17 I didnt know where to start
High school was ending and the beginning of college was not that far
I didnt have clue of what dreams to pursue
But I wise woman told me 'always follow your heart'
Don't imprison me with your determined boundaries of fear and unhappiness
My love is real, unwavering
Don't hold me so close, so tight I can't breathe
My breathe is for you, unheedingly
Your fear freezes your ability to see my dreams
Your fear keeps me trapped and unhappy
Your fear is determined for me to follow the masses
Your fear is soul crushing
They're selling "dreams" for the price of your soul.
Wrapped in pretty green paper,
Movies and films are much more than just fun.
films that reveal victims that are more than done.
i want to be a director that shares their dismay,
I'll show how good wins but how evil still poisions the day.
When we're under the sheets
I'm more than just dreaming
I'm in a better place, bigger than just my fairytale
Since they're older, they think they know what's best.
But when asked the questions, they couldn't pass the test.
It's hard enough to make it in this world,
Without their input on our dreams being curled.
This is how an Angel dies
Forced to hear of man's cries
Upon the legions of those soon to suffer
His ears lay a buffer
As his wings crumble away
He sees those of earth
Awaken for another day
I have the same routine when I wake up,
In the morning.
Put on my shirt and jeans
Go to work.
Typically I make coffee for breakfast,
Getting two hours of sleep
My body craves it.
Never give up when in doubt
After darkness light will shine
Even during a struggle never pout
Your pain will go away with a great amount
Just be patient with your time
We as human beings tend to focus on the negative instead of the positive. We usually can't help it, it's form of habit. A habit passed down since, well... forever. Sometimes though...
The key falls into my hand.
The door opens.
Piercing noises around me
Subside.
I have to hide, before they take me back.
I run
Into a never ending hall of doors
Leading to infinite worlds.
What's real in the eyes of men?
Must we suffer from the seven?
The world is plagued by worry and pain,
and I wish to avoid the reality stain.
Worlds are created by the mind.
If I aspire to nothing I will be nothing.
If I work hard I'll only be disappointed
But...
If I work for me I will achieve greatness.
If I live to love I shall crash and burn.
What disease has plagued us
causing generous people to become so treacherous?
Is it poverty, obesity, or something with the heart
The music that flows through my ears
Flows through my veins
As I dream about the future
And all there is to gain
In the industry of creative beats
Made through love desire and pain
The steady hum ,
the consistent stitching.
What seems to have been a million parts is now
One.
It slips over a form,
curves and drapes and ruches.
From sketch to sculpture,
garments become art.
To reach the dream I can achieve
The only support is I need to believe
Time is my only foe
Hoping one day write for a television show
To begin my route, it will be an uphill battle
DESIGNER
Choosing between red and blue,
Or if the frame is too high to view.
Don't worry, I'll help you,
Connect the streams of dreams of the lost man
Where an ocean of passion for art lies
In the brain of his youth, while gaming.
Feel the crushing waves of the obstacles
My dream job isn't a job at all
Well, at least for me it's not
I mean, your dream job shouldn't feel like a job
Ever since I was a youngin' I always had Big Dreams
I would walk down the block and have fantasies about expensive things
I would make Lamborghini engine sounds pedaling my bike
I had envisioned the luxury life as a tike
This is a tale
Of a child
Who found Love in a realm of Fear
With courage and her pen
Vowed to spread Happiness through the dreary land
One life mission, one tool in hand
Dream a little dream of me
Dream that one day we all can be
The same, with equal opportunity
Come on Don John, don’t be a jerk
After all, we just want to work
When your vision distorts
And ragged breath is the only audible sound
Ears are pouring out discrimination
Because for once, twice, or more they can no longer be chided
I am a student
I am a child
I am one looking to go to college
I am a student
I am a child
I am one that has dreams
I am a student
I am a child
I am one that will become a doctor
I'm losing my mind it's three in the morning and my mind is starting to unwind,
I'm going on auto drive and everything is so intensified,
The struggles, the pain, the moments of
happiness and anger all pushed into this funny
thing called life.
For the most precious gift God gave you it
teaches the differences between Heaven and
Helping people day and night
Helping people left and right
Rain or shine
For Saddness or happy
This is my job, my calling, my happening
Healing the sick or fixing the disabled
I have a house I call my own,
within a white cerebral sky.
It’s lively and it flows,
but someday it’ll die.
Splattered with pink, red, and white,
I walk into the classroom in the morning.
It's empty.
The vision of seeing young students in front of me
rattles my bones,
shakes my fingers,
speeds my heart.
I'm nervous.
Nervous about
Electricity and power and thoughts inside
Music, and wonder and time
It’s just a glimpse inside my mind
Worry and hope and tears I’ll cry
Happiness and running and learning to fly
She is
all the exit signs that lead to North Carolina.
chasing stardust trails with her fingertips.
She is
sitting in a black leather chair watching a boy she loves get his hair shaved off.
Dreams are just that, they usually stay dreams,
Reality is just that, it is real,
Yet, why can't you make your dreams part of your reality?
Why am I so passionate about this you may ask...
Who am I?
Am I the person you see right in front of you?
Am I the person you hear people talking about?
Am I the person crying out for attention?
Am I the person who needs your approval on who I am?
Every smile is not a smile within
Whether its love or hate, its never an easy sin
Tears of both pain and joy are seen as one
These tears have no name, are always unknown
The layered glory and weakness,
The wounded and the broken,
Finally receive good news.
Some of the lost have been found.
Some of the dying have been saved.
Some of the bad have been beaten.
I call it a goal
because I know I will get there.
traveling the world...
creating digital biographies and producing shows...
Yeah, I know what they'll say.
" It sounds to grand for reach."
one job to alterredifinemoldshapean expendable mind.
is what she dreams ofdoing - a reason to rubher eyes, wake up andseeevery day.
There are seven billion people on this planet that I have yet to meet,
and one hundred ninety-five countries I have not visited.
Yet I am stuck in this insignificant town,
Why write when Tim Horton’s has the NEW RED VELVET CUPCAKE?
When Zara’s new floral jeans are $49.99?
They also sell knitted sweaters, flat rim hats, faux gold necklaces, OPI nail polish, Mavi jeans
Close your eyes and imagine
All the things that could happen
Wake up to a cup full of coffee
There grows a boulder
On the path that I walk
Rock grows on my skin
So I am tough
Trying to find a new
All of the sudden it appears
A detour, a way
I start the new knowing,
Time passes by
An average jobWith an average payA comfortable settingThat’s my forte
I want to workStay humble and healthyMeet someone, fall in loveAnd stay close to family
Dancing, swirling, threads and beads
Reaching about the fragile frame.
Entwined in the many strands
Are my many horrible dreams.
Many were caught in the never-ending web.
Caught and never to escape
If you had a nickel
for everytime
I cared,
you would be rich.
Richer than a millionaire.
So let me be that man
who hands you the coin
everytime I entertain you
or annoy.
I was just 19 when i finished highschool and didnt quite know if i could get into a good school. The ambition I have put me on a higher level then my peers making me realize that i can make it without having fears.
Dreamscape
By: Anyssa Q. E
Silence, before the darkness hung;
Within this pristine prism of crepuscule.
There once was a bird who wanted to fly.
She wanted so badly to sore the sky.
But she had a few bent feathers.
They said theyw ill stay that way forever.
Sometimes all she wanted to do was cry.
I've always been a dreamer
visions are what I see
but no one understands them
just like a lost bee
Wishes passed onto you
When life turns round
It sets a wall
So very, very tall
Separating two sides
Ground up Sky down
Chained by wronging
Pressed knee deep in sorrow
All around fades
Memories become echoes
The doors open slowly,
Too hard to close so easily.
Don't look back, move forward.
Let's go then, to a landscape
Ravaged by the pain of innocents:
children's dirty faces
It's dangerous, y'know,
To live your dreams,
To just get up and go.
I could do something smart.
Be a teacher, or major in business,
In the ladder of succes take part.
At sixteen years of age, in some ways I am not the girl I once was.
I am not the care-free little girl who had no qualms.
I am not the girl whom making friends was the easiest task in the world.
Permanant marker X's
All across her mirror
She stands in the same spot
And looks at every error
Like a wrong answer
Like a failed assignment
But at least she won't have to look
My goal in life is not to change my own
but to bring light to another's.
In time of need and suffering, I want to be there.
To put a smile on their face,
to ease what is uneasy... that is my life goal.
Music,
The notes fall off the page
You listen to the beat
The melody that flows
Tap your foot
That’s the groove that you love to listen to
Batcha
The drums go
Dreams come true
If I’m willing to reach them
My future will be blue
If I do nothing to complete them
Everything can change
By doing things that I enjoy
By looking at what I can do
Forever I walk the world alone
And forever I’ll walk in the dark
And forever I’ll go where no one goes
And forever I’ll wish these truths weren’t so
Forever I’ll search for peace
It's just one jobnothing more nothig lessIt's just one jobIm going to get itIm better than him, way more qulified than her, no chance on them.but it's just one jobThat's not what having me was for
The land of dreams
but I'm home to schemers
lost dreamers through cold
realities of life hoping just to see the day
no thought on what the future lies
only hoping to everything done by sunset
Some say to teach is to die but I say that's a lie.
whose to say children aren't precious? With their creativity in their hands and their imagination in their minds.
Different faces are other worlds,
Sepererated by blue bodies,
And met by metal scraps in the sky.
A life that would melt the ice,
And separate the tied tongue
Is a sweet I wish to try.
We all have that one goal in life
That one job we’ve dreamed about all our lives since we were little
Whether it was to become a princess like Cinderella
To be the firefighter that saves the day
My brain is hard wired to fear as it is to everyone.
Make a decision,
Make a decision,
My brain is saying to me.
One job change can change one's life.
One who’s life must seem
to those outside
imaginary, must then wish for
Dreams to come true
Yes, for that I importune,
God or Goddess that be:
Let Dreams be free.
It is the sound of hushed breathing. It is the rhythmic silhouette of strides, the perfectly choreographed dance. It is the way that the summer sunlight creates small crystals in the hanging spider webs.
You have a million things crossing your mind.time, money, bills, and schooling.So many things that you have to keep track of.As soon as you lose grip you're losing sight of.
Forever sounds good
Lose you, I not sure I could
They say distance breaks everything
But I still love you
I'm through with them
There's nothing they can say
to push me down
Laying down at 3 am,
In the darkness of the night
I feel an irresistable urge
To write and write and write.
Something more practical
Is what I had in mind
Come one! Come all!
Step into my tent of ancient truths,
Do not be shy sir, have no fear,
For there are no signs of smoke and mirrors here,
Faded pictures come alive,
Spider, Blood-Sucker no more
Webs, infinite connections, brushed away
Fields, Lines, in the sky,
Bearing down on Highways
I need Fields and Lines too
These ones though,
Cannot Feel them
To inspire, to write, to live
my dream as a writer could only begin
Fiction, goth, romance, mystery
what to choose, what to do
To be a writer is to insipre
to inspire is to live
My dream as a writer
In the ruins, I was born
to a mother but no father
a female child
with chocolate skin
just another young pretty thing
with dreams of big things
in a city of lost hopes
I go to succeed, to get my degree,
then life slams the door.
With death, with hardships.
So young.
Then I pick back up and get knocked back down.
By who?
Obstacles.
But I stood up to inspire.
The few kind souls that reside
Are those whom are thrown aside
Grouped and slaughtered by the masses
My dream job, to help people, to put my life on the line for others, to protect the people from dangers of crime
Young girl first dreams of being
A stereotypical dream to be a princess
Like in those magical not realistic fairytales
To sit pretty in a fancy dress, to wait for the elusive Prince Charming
Half the Christmas lights burned out above my head
just like my dreams.
"Don't be so dramatic."
Simplicity, smiles, that's all I ask. I want to help, heal, and hopefully receive all the love I put in the world. A doctor? Lawyer? Nurse? Psychologist? Who knows.
As child I was always asked
"when you grow up, what do you want to be?"
and without a doubt I just knew I wanted to teach
english to be exact
reading stories excited me
How many steps will it take for me to get there?
How many hours in a day, a week, will I waste?
A path full of competitors and deceivers
All trying to get to the same place
My future was unclearA dream with no nameIt began to draw nearStill now it remainsThough once unseen
motivation is Key
if you wish to succeed
Wake up pumped
to achieve that one job
more than job
its a career that keeps
you smiling even when
Growing up, we were asked to choose
Doctor, Lawyer, and Princess too.
There was only one job that I
Ever thought could change my life
And still be enough.
Reading, writing, critical thinking.
My dream job would be
Full of smiles
Simple organized files
Neatly printed papers about successful living lives.
Where in the paper tells
How they overcame their spells
On how reality was so sad
Humans will always want, long, and desireI can see it every day, desire is in our nature
I wish you called me baby like her.
But as soon as your lips curved,
The barely audible sound waves pierced the air,
I wish you hadn’t.
It’s just not the same and every time you do
See I have this thing I do;
I write.
Most people say I can’t do it forever but I don’t see why not,
See it lifts me up so high above the clouds it changes your life,
Most find their heroes in glorious, flowing capes.
I find mine working several hours straight.
Lab coats, patient's notes, many kinds of machinery,
These are some things that mean everything to me.
Books
Are made of up sweet-smelling ink and paper
That are so saturated with potential
They are weapons
My hands ache to weave a tapestry with silk threads of words
What’s it called when you work hours on end?
Yet every minute seems worth wild
I think it’s the same thing that makes me smile
That phrase “If you love what you’re doing then you’ll never work a day in your life”
Parents do not work, they love what they do
the weight of finding a career on my shoulders.
I would hate to disappoint them,
so i reach out to business owners wanting to make some money.
As a child who loved to readI grew up with stories all around me.Stories of courage, of adventure,of little girls who weren't afraid to dream. Those stories shaped me into who I am,
Becoming a nurse. Being the helping hand. Reaching out. Going beyond. Stepping out. Leaving the country. Helping others. Make the change. Be the change. Be the helping hand.
I look down,
And she looks up.
My brown eye,
to her black one.
I walk on above,
she swims in the pool.
Separated by only,
Fifteen feet and a tilted pane of glass.
Id like to create a world with my vision,
Soaring through skies and being able to see the sun shine.
The waves crashing creating a collision,
All atainable with my dream of being in Game Design.
The air was heavy
The stage lights were bright
All around the room
Eager faces listened for the mic
Words of the mouth are difficult for me
I don't take my time
I don't think before I speak
But words of the fingertips
Those are to keep
I am an airport bartender with a PASSION for acting
And a DREAM of making it to the silver screen.
I see hundreds of people a day....I will greet you with a smiling face to say,
Ah, the children!
Beautiful, adorable, cheerful
From the moment of birth
To their late teens.
Who could ask for a better job?
Helping them stay healthy
and being at their side
To have any job I desired
Would be quite a miracle.
Toiling day in, day out
But enjoying it- that is the key.
Although I have not always had the most pleasant
Experiences at the dentist,
They'll call me the chameleon
Smooth criminal at one point hero the next
Saving the privot Ryans,
Thwarting the villians...
I'll be loved by millions
or rather I'd be known by them
to witness the life.
to cross harsh borders
and hear the people sing.
of pain at death,
of joy at birth.
to hear scratchy voices.
to breathe in the community
and the inborn harmony.
She was a worker from Primerica
The best company in America
Studies her way out to be a doctor
By the watchful eye of her brother, the protector
Lately I've been dreaming of you.
They were peaceful, happy dreams:
Dreams full of smiles and laughter,
Innocent dreams of love.
I love you more than you know.
And the times we share mean the world to me.
There's two people staring back at me,
a reflection;
a nightmare.
The difference between the one in the mirror,
the one I want to be,
is that, unlike the one in my nightmare,
My dream job would be to own a philanthropic missionary comapny. I would love to be the CEO of a world wide company that builds houses, shares the gospel, and feeds and clothes the poor.
A dreamer be
in wakeflness and sleep
I saw the edge of the world
last night
it was a waterfall that poured out the sea
I did impossible things last night
sailing a ship over the edge of the world.
according to some legend,
when one is unable to sleep at night,
it means someone is dreaming about them.
now i dont know who you are
or why youre dreaming of me
but its 3 am.
Motherhood is never easybut it’s the best job in the worldthe world will tell you differentbut never listen to their liesthey don’t know the joy and beautyof raising up a child.
The one thing that everyone loves,
Are the strings of chords that create a buzz.
Long gigs create late nights,
But I'll keep going with all my might.
Excelling each instrument may be hard,
My musical talent never was up to par
All the other kids in the class could strum their guitar
The noose had been tightening around my neck
Or more specifically, my waist
As my skin began to seemingly
Melt from my bones
I found myself trapped in a terrible cycle
I am bumped and shoved,
Yet somehow that doesn’t affect me.
I love New York.
It’s where I belong.
Getting caught in the hustle and bustle that the city life has to offer,
That’s what I want.
"I'm here."
"I can understand."
"Don't worry."
"Take my hand."
I want to be the light,
to scatter away the dark.
The voice of reason,
the first hopeful spark.
Creative expression is all I see,
but how can it be, for the world to see?
To see the world that I do see, I create my world for thee.
Poly by poly my world takes shape,
My stories, my dreams, my fantasies create.
to help.
all i ever wanted was to help, when i was a child
to be.
strong, the one to make my family proud
to win.
even when it was prideful or greedy, i wanted
to succeed.
Dream job? What's a dream job?
Its what my soul yearns for
To help people
To better their lives
Will also better mine
Build house, donate food, comfort, and love
People in need all the above
Going back to school, another 3 years,
To many, this thought alone would bring tears.
Not for me however, I am filled with excitement,
To me, that is another 3 short years of enlightment.
My dream is help athletes.
Heal their injuries and ease the pain.
Give them tips on how to gain their strength back.
Filling a bag with freezing, cold ice.
Heating up a pad for a sore back.
The stress of this workload
Is causing me to go insane.
It's starting to hurt my brain,
Feeling like it's going to burst
And cause eternal pain.
I start to question
At the end of the road,
My career will not become my cause
Rather my change will be my life’s law
To choose a job that will always galore
Only can be received through the divine
This job is to pore out his love’s open door
The power to create,
To enable,
To relate,
To deliver a message,
To celebrate,
To create a world,
To give image to thought,
To give reason to rhyme,
From the collective pot,
I had a dream, that one day I could save lives.
I had a dream that I could make a difference, and my patients in return could change me.
I had a dream that I was a Registered Nurse.
Timeless Stone
An ageless face
Carved under sunlight,
Ripened by moonlight.
A tasteless taste
What is in my way?
In the way of my dream?
Incorrect phrasing.
Who is in my way?
Is it the society that surrounds me?
No.
Is it my dad who wants me to be a money-maker?
No.
Trap in the black, warp in the dark.
A world bathed in gray and black, its tearing me apart.
My mind is concealed afraid to reveal.
Inside me all, my difference is what I seal.
In a moment---I could be at a desk,
Taking names and answering doors,
In a moment---I could be organizing spreadsheets.
In a moment---I could be
I could be
I--could--be
To have goals is to believe you can do it.
Reaching for the unimaginable is tough, especially since it is never imagined.
She stands there quietly
Trying to fight down the fear
She’s next in line, next to audition
Hoping she makes it to the end
She’s biting her lip, worried she’ll forget
A single word or a whole line
Doth thy wonder,
In thy sleep,
Of a place where dreams come true,
And your heart be forever at ease?
I want to go, simple as that.
From forested lands to earthen flats.
to sail over seas and soar in skies,
I want to know what swims and flies,
I want to know what crawls as well,
No matter where I go, I can't explain away,
the limitless attraction to a girl who knows her way.
She's a mystery to us all,
and a puzzle to a tee,
a conundrum to her parents,
Inside a mall I see a man,
about as tall or taller than me.
Near the pearly marble fountain he stands,
just about happy as happy can be.
I asked him, "Sir what brings you here,
Jobs mean many things
From stability to money
From a home to food
From a livelihood to a family
To me that one job means freedom
It means that I have the freedom to choose
Revised.
Oh how I'm looking forward to the future
But what if I FAIL?
I don't want to be a Loser
But only time will tell
What if I get a job and I don't like it?
I guess I won't know until I try it
I am a secondary English teacher.
At least, I dream to be.
I want nothing more
than to shape a generation
and inspire people like me
to want to teach
and create
and grow
and learn
Images , voices , ideas , and emotions.
Memories, thoughts, ambitions, and fears.
A series of unfortunate events.
Falling down and not being able to get back up,
I’m trapped.
Life;
Like the swift hand of an angry mother
Struck me in the face
Sending me to my knees begging for a change
Time;
They say will heal the wounds of the past
But with each passing day
Mother
Hope your happy now
Your dream
Was lived through your child
But what
ABout mine
Must I repeat this par-
adigm
So I go
Wondering
Should my dream stay
A dream
All my life I've seen a sea of faces
All my life I've been scared of the minds behind them
Always judging, always looking, what are they thinking?
Are they thinking about me?
At this time I'm crawling in deeper
Never wished I'd left but instead
Always wanted this very same thing
Maybe I'll pass by my dreams
Funny the way they play in my head
youth pastor
thats what i wana be
the kids are the future
and i want to show
that Jesus loves them
that all they got to know
follow the book
he gave us to read
Promised since a young age.Looked forward tobut taken away suddenly.Taken so suddenly that it leaves aSPACE.A deep, empty space that burns
Why am I
Allergic to life
Why can it not just be you and I
I just want a chance
To use my love
Oh, makeup
The career that will never come
It is at night that my thoughts speed up,
rising and crashing over my brain
like an ocean wave knocking at my thoughts.
It is then that creativity captures me and
enthralls me in the world of literature that
My dream job is one that I did not think of when I was five.
Every kindergartener wanted to be a doctor, a princess , a prince or something from their minds.
Serenity in my hands
Sand in my feet
The glow of the day
I plan on meeting the experience someday
I have always had dreams
Night and Day
Of my aspirations being live and not just dangling in my head
Look; the darkness is so pristine;
the bitter night's air tastes fresh and clean;
Tell, me can you smell the evergreen?
Ahead, the sky, it curves like a bowl,
does it not? Look as it ripples and folds;
My job is change your life.
It is to make sure
you're still trying
and in the game.
Don't give up because someone says so
or more so if the voice inside your head is telling you No.
I struggle to put the words in my head
Down on paper.
Words hold power, and mine would stir
The minds of those who thought they knew me.
Other worldy, inter galactic thoughts.
I stare out the window, watching the rain
It rolls down the window like the tears on my face.
This pain, this fear, I’ve been trying for years
To make it go away, to make it disappear.
She stands in the middle looking on
Surveying another queen's domain
Careful of the feline eyes that follow her
The royalty so briefly locked away
She is the ever-watchful caretaker
They gave me a two dollar tip, a Two Dollar tip!
After seventy-five dollars of food they give a two dollar tip
I answered every question,I gave all the food
On top of that they knew it was good
Any job would change my life
Since I am way too young to be a wife
I dream to work for international law
I would fight for what is right with every tooth and claw.
I would at least need a doctoral degree
Yeah you only live once
That's why you got to live smart
trying to get ahead in life
can't be making shots in the dark
But hear me clearly
cant get nowhere if you don't try
Things that could be ,
Would be , and will be created.
I will be the one that designs it.
With my own imagination and determination
If not today, then someday. I want to be the modern day Shakespeare. I wanna wake up with my heart pounding because my job gives me a rush of adrenalin, for I know my job would leave a long lasting cultural impact.
The mirror before her
Shows different from the view within.
Stiches sewn along her two lips
I see her bloody outcry.
Black blue and purple covering her pale white flesh
Deep in my mind
Imagination was born,
Constricted in bind
My imagination had torn.
The walls that had lied,
That constricted my life
Are no longer alive.
Now that I'm free
We are so focused on teaching our young people to dream that we forget to teach them how to reach these things
I had a dream last night
and in that dream i dreamed that all my dreams had come true
all of the dreams that i had ever dreamed
good or bad, my dreams where becoming my reality in this particular dream
Lights
camera
action.
We are the people who bring dreams to life.
With a deft slight hand
we create a brand
of image that only
we can imagine.
If we can dream it
we can make it
I grew up with nothing
no money, no family, no friends, no future.
It was for those things that I believed I'd be drunk on my couch every night,
rather than going somewhere.
Persistence is thisodd thing.It pushes us past our limits—it is an unpresedenceof our capabilities. It is fueled by a why and produces a legacy.
How do you see a voice?
Is it sharp and smooth?
Is it distiguished and elegant?
Is it happy and full of hope perhaps?
Does it have brown skin? Peach skin? Skin covered in freckles?
It's a man's world,
They say with a cocked eyebrow and a daring smirk of superiority.
I've heard that one before. Faced that fight.
It's nothing I'm afraid of.
Wake up from your pitty of dream
you were only ever a dream
go into the sky were you belong
, and never wake up from your pitty
A job equals money
Ain't it funny?
But there goes your time
An asset most prime.
Don't want to sit behind a desktop
When my body wants to shoo-bop
A job like the Grease greasers
A world now not a world then
Forever changing only time may mend
A days work never unrewarded
True lives and words unspoken
Ties between those prepared to be broken
At that I take my leave as a token
Imagine a world with no sense of privilege, no sense of self betterment, no sense of egocentrism.
If everyone were the same, then no one would feel downtrodden.
Everyone would feel the obligation to help one another.
Strands of DNA, unraveling before my eyesthe mysteries of life, a miracle unplannedtiny particles unmarred by societysparkling stars scattered within the minutethriving gems to make a heart beat
The eyes glare at me
I stare back
All hope receeding
Just stuck there.
Not one to give up
I go on
Paintbrush touches lips
I push it.
Revealing the truth
They say that if you do what you love
you will never work a day in your life. But
what if you love to things , can a person
combine both passions. I have deep roots and
They say that if you do what you love
you will never work a day in your life. But
heat if you love to things , can a person
combine both passions. I have deep roots and
Words are taken for granted.
Written in books that just sit on shelves.
Children no longer want to read
but play video games.
What about the children who suffer.
depression
anxiety
I'm thinking of a Master Plan
Only 1 dollar in my pocket, the other filled with lint
I told you I'm thinking of a Master Plan
Nothing like the get rich or die trying
I am not 50 Cent man
the bookworm knows where to find her favorite book amass the novels wedged between
Once was a heart of a dreamer,
Full of aspirations,
Hope of the nation.
Once was a toxicated heart of a dreamer,
Crippled by disbelievers,
Only left with imaginations.
Every hour of everyday, I see new worlds that none but I can see.
A flurry and flood of creative innocense, the likes of which could never be believed.
vampire is what they call me
with teeth gleaing white
and a freezing touch
we have a hunger
that burns deep
i wont take much
till you fall asleep
4/26/13
CNA
When I woke up this morning I dreamt I could not moveI dreamt that I was a broken machine with a shard stuck in the grooveI dreamt that I could not believe that other things could breathe
Staring at her past self
Evaporated Dreams
Waistline Increased
Color Dimmed
Snapshots of happiness
Endless Sunny Skies
Playful Fights
Summertime
How old was she?
Do what you can
And wile you can
Do what you will
So you can fulfill
The wishes that you have
And I will stand on your behalf
I've always thought that dreams were unattainable,
Something you wished for, it's kind of unexplainable.
I've always wanted to travel the world,
Preaching the gospel, and telling all the boys and girls,
I am the dreamer of a million things
the one who believes in all those nostalgic childhood dreams
as time grows, so does the concept of doubt constantly looming,
I've gotten so used to the rain that I hardly feel it anymore
It's liek a friend giving sweet, sweet caresses
Letting me know everything is all right
The cobble stone sidewalks that trip me on my walk remind me
If I could change one thing in this world I would eliminate doubt.
You could be the next Picasso, the next Magic Johnson, the next Steve Jobs, the next Oprah.
But you're scared of what he thinks, what she thinks.
They grab
And they pull
They try to change things around
Like clay
My life
Think they can keep me sound
But do they
Even know
What I love to do?
THEY are blind
If I could change,
capture my dreams
could I?
Feel it in my burning heart and shattered dreams
living inside a tear stained soul.
Drive and passion
pushed to their limbs end.
When you ask a child "what do you want to be"
Their answer naivee lays on the heart and warms you,
The smile on your face starts to curve even higher and you think
how sweet.
To change one thing would be a dream.
Where people don't bully or judge.
Whether it's just because or you're holding a grudge.
I woke up feeling tenuous,The pain of my whole species.I stood up to find the floor is like a pond, the roof is leaking.There's a breach in my shelter, I'm only figuratively speaking.
The Devils Eyes
That’s a frosty way to speak
To tell me how to live your dream.
I believed in you
So you should believe in me.
Like fire I tried,
I bled into the night,
Mikki and Church
It might’ve been her
Or the life I lived,
But the results were all the same.
When I moved to this city
It wasn’t just another move,
It was the start to a dream
Is it everyone's dream to change one thing about the world?
I wonder how many people dream and do it
versus how many people just do it.
It is the championship game
and more than what the stadium could contain came
with glorifying support
oh how baseball is a lovely sport;
The harmonious chords rang
as the National Anthem was sang
Wrapped in warmth you stay
A smile dances on your lips
Your eyelashes flutter as I whisper
I breathe out simple words,
An image is painted.
You’re weak and powerless
I control you.
Jump into the fire
The beauty of death I must admire
Burn to a charcoal
And let go of your soul
Jump into the fire
And make your situation dire
By the last breath in me, I plan to solve inequity, After the hell of catastrophe I'll dissolve the pain that dwells in me, After all of the hypocrisy I'll lead your soul to ecstacy, But with society blinded by conformity My harmony is shackled b
It hits us! Always in the beginning we feel good, peaceful, warm. This will last forever… we always think that. It ends up to be cold, bitter and sour.
Memories from childhood bounced out of a thick fog in her mind.
Wishing her siblings would learn to leave her things alone.
Wishing, for just one day, she could live in a quieter house.
She works harder than ten men combine
Working night and day till her knees break and hands swell
Living in a cardboard box with only the clothes on her back
Oh dreams, how you tempt me,
You offer what my heart truly seeks.
But yet you are just out of my reach,
Visiting me only in the night.
My life so marvelous in you,
Turns to dust with the light of the sun.
Dont Call it a dream.
Dreams only occur in sleep.
Dreams are extraordinary treasures that not even the strongest force can grasp.
Dreams are for those who embody the strength to pursue goals but choose not to.
She was built of fantasy,
Of words and lyrics and prose.
She spent life dreaming
And never arose.
Her family told her
She was taking too big a chance.
If she jumped, she would fall,
Preening cream silk,her eyesbecome soft burning embersof the deepest blue hue.Then,
No such thing as time
So no time to make the climb
Even though you're dreaming
In your sleep you're still screaming
Even when you wake you still keep the pain
Live in a dream
Inside your own head you scream
You isolate your mind
But you're still not one of a kind
Wait in your dreamland
Bury yourself in imaginary sand
Where do you belong?
I am one
with dreams
wishes and desires
but I am not the only one
we all have aspirations we want to reach
we want to reach nirvana
the place we are most comfortable in
Pollenated dreamin suffused orbscan you see whatyou are looking atThe ground the entirety
This may be belated, but education has stated
that we need it for jobs. Where we rob
the poor for the poorer. Your money's never yours,
it's his and hers and theirs and mine.
You say that's just fine,
When you dream do you believe it once actually happened?
Maybe in a movie, mixed with parts of your reality?
Is it about a dream of your "true love"?
Is it about a dream of a battle you will fight in the future?
I am a dream
A picture formed on the mind
I am a vision
Is what I think of all the time
But what does it all mean?
I'm wishing on a star
Waiting for my dreams to come true
Still all alone in my dark little room
Just waiting for my wish to be realized
I will taste the stars
And most likely scorch my tongue,
But I will return
To fly yet once more
Amongst the burnt-out, dead husks
Of those ancient dreams.
It was another bad nightAnother resort to my pad nightI can’t even write, I’m so tired…But it’s the only way I can nod outIt’s like a high to me.
I give my all
My dreams are my youth
Take them away from me
I’m a T-shirt, shorts, and shoes.
And you know damn well that I’m gonna fight,
Because when it comes to my dreams
When it comes to my life,
Someday I hope to be surrounded by the glamour
Encompassed by the sound of the indistinct cameras
I take a look around for the long exposure panorama
But I wake up to the pounding of a steal nose hammer
My eyes
They burn
My mind
It hurts
Hypocrisy
Beating at my heart
Lies
Making my heart not want to beat
Stop it
Please, stop it
Reality is but an illusion,
The heart a magician.
The mind is audience,
Shifting like winds of society.
Reality is but an illusion,
Trickery of every kind.
"I'm an alien with a heart and a face,
I am foreign, but where I go, I leave a trace.
They told me my dreams were too far at reach,
but back home,
that's not what they preached.
Sadness and Stress, is it for the best?
Consuming my world in a false happiness.
Is that what I need to really succeed?
I don't feel any joy, all I feel is greed.
Her dreams are coming true,
So long she has waited,
She never imagined the things she had so longed for would be given unto her,
She has always been a dreamer,
She thought these dreams were just like the others;
His kisses are tender, sweet
but they reek of lust
He undresses me and our eyes lock
I feel that he is taking a journey into my soul
but he is just wondering "Which hole?"
I remember the day clearly
bewilderment, agony, pain
I stepped outside, greeted by the harsh, bitter cold
as if the weather knew by
matching the very feelings I held to you
it powers the writer
to write one more line
it inspires the muscian
to play one more time
it rages the soldier
to take that front
it focuses the athlete
I tend to think often about dandilions
cacophonus shouts of color on distinctly green and freshly cut lawns
chubby fingers uprooting sticky pipe stems
charished flower buquets at the corners of smiles
An electric shock through your veins, steam seeping out your brains. Sound, musical bliss, nothing can compare to this soul mate.
Today I stand watching blank faces,
Their sorrows hidden in between the spaces
of their broken hearts.
Shattered minds echo through these hallways,
this supposed education, the proposed libation,
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It feels like a true fairytale.
Like the ones your mom reads to you at bedtime.
You're dreaming of walking through the dark green woods.
Only lit up by the tiny fireflies buzzing around.
You know, you weren't suppose to be here today.
But then again, you were never suppose to show up.
You just waltz into my dreams every night
And make me feel hopelessly in love.
I and Pi personify
and roll the die on you and I;
We think, we speak, we spin, we creak,
the beat is 2-pi, you and I,
you-I, you-I, you-I, you-I, you-I
Society. It drives me.
Family. They guide me.
Money. It rules me.
Fear. It consumes me.
Hate. It alludes me.
Desire. It fuels me.
DREAMS, Dreams of being up there, basking in the warmth of the spotlight. Dreams of finding myself, drowning in the applause of the audience. Dreams of letting go, finally being free to live out my hopes.
I only see you in my dreams though I look for you always when I'm walking down the street and in every crowd I look out hoping to see your face (dreading actually seeing you,
Dreams are like death,
Don't know what you're gonna get.
Hope or fear,
Fear or hope?
To feel the warmth of love and life,
To fill our hopes, this is our life.
Tick-tock tick-tock it all stops
If I could write away sorrow
Let ink leach from the pen I hold
Onto paper and create a landscape
Where there was a barren wasteland
And that landscape was an oasis
And no one could fight in there
Talking is easy but I don’t speak
Some of the most wonderful things
grow from silence and solitude
Loneliness is painful but I don’t weep
When I lay my weightDown on my nestMy heart will beat softlyDeep in my chestHer lips, it seemsWill kiss my dreamsAnd my eyes when liftWill see her; my special giftBeside me
So,
This poetry thing,
It’s not really my deal.
I’ve always been envious of you who can feel.
Who can spell out emotions, be open and raw.
Darling I’d like to wish for some good dreams
What a pleasant thing to do.
Oh, Darling I’d wish for some good dreams
But that’d mean leaving behind you.
My future is bright
Although money is tight
I have faith in my future
Because I've already seen the light
People may not believe now
But I know they will see it then
So many dreams
What if for one day you had the power to live out your dream? Think about a day to live out something you've always wanted to do. It could be anything from spending a day with your crush, to visiting J.R.R. Tolkien's Middle Earth.
You told me once, "Don't let them weigh you down
You can do anything."
That was years ago, years before it happened
And you vanished like vapor, right before my eyes
One day
when we were young
Owen asked me,
“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
“I don’t know,” I said.
“I want to be an astronaut.
It’d be so cool to go into outer space
See girl I just want to take a peek into your nature,and I know you got a man baby so I ain't gone be no hater...but I just ex
with a tragedy like this,
the heart can't find peace
the days pile on
and you try to move on
no one can understand why
you just have to comply
with a tragedy like this
a lot is amiss
Just A Dream
by Shyerra Harris
Is It Fictious?
Imaging The Things I've Been Given...
May it be,
that all your dreams come true,
when you whish on an even star.
All your wishes have been heard,
recorded and remembered for years to come.
Never lose hope,
never give up the fight.
You wake in a daze,
unsure of your fate.
You feel afraid,
in a rather strange state.
Where am I,
you wonder aloud.
How did I get to NYC,
as you hurry through the crowd.
My dreams
My dreams to go pro.
To be the best player like,
Lebron, Jordan and magic.
My dreams to be an cop.
The honor, the privilege to be something great.
The goddess of sleep and dreams
Has beguiled me of you!
She has robbed me of you completely.
A dream divineIs only a nightmareIf a thought is to blind beyondMeasures I often question such a beautifulCurse of a dreamIs it only a reality that we often wonder?
I pause to think.
a second too late and the opportunity; gone.
that fate might allow a genius to slip, the slip of a genius;
the world's fate amiss.
and tired my eyes fall heavy in sleep,
Don't give up.
When roads are long,
and paved with fears.
When seconds turn to hours,
and hours to years.
When your dreams seem
far and out of sight.
And you paint on a smile,
I keep having dreams about you
because in my dreams you would answer me
every night, without fail
I keep having dreams about you
because you'd reply
Living in this world sometimes disgusts me.
How can I find the beauty in life with all these tragedies.
They tell us to reach for the sky, but life tends to brings us back down.
An average dream usually only lasts a few seconds; sleeping that is.
Dreaming while awake never leaves you, until it’s fulfilled
Everybody has a dream.
Everybody has a goal.
Everybody has an opportunity.
Like the caged chimp I sitWaiting for evolution to carry me on.The metal bars chill me to the bone.
Though the atmosphere closes in on me, I feel withdrawn.
And I can’t help but grit my teeth
Desert dreams vanish in the vapor-pasted air,
screaming strains on the pavement, racked
with a muted mindset. Disquieting glare
reminds the world of broken ambition, tracked
I've dreamt this moment in all of my dreams. Here I stand hands shaking with excitement as the pen gleams. I stand before my family, scholorship and all; Although I've had my failures and trials, i did not fall.
Lightning strikes, reveals the truthThe ground quakes, shakes down all you knewThunder roarsAs you choke on words unspokenSuddenly, the sky breaks open
We get punished for not meeting your expectations
Of getting the grades and acing our examinations
With disappointment slapped across your faces
The feeling of shame has become our number one basis
Remember—
Walking in the sand,
wiggling tiny bits and particles,
between your toes,
looking out beyond the waters,
toward the horizon
To where your dreams are directed
When I was born I'm sure my mother had her dreams
Maybe a doctor. I read things up on the internet and instantly "My baby's gonna be a doctor!"
We all dream to see those shinning lights
our name in mega watt signs
everyone knows who we are
we are no longer hidden in the dark
if given a chance i could show
all i have inside, i have hope
I sometimes wonder what dreams taste like.
But at the same time, I don't really want to know,
for once something is tasted, it cannot be UNtasted.
But.
Muaj ib hnub, I wish to scream so loud that the world has no choice but to listen
Scar the world, one so big no one can hide it.
A simple butterfly before you start
The sweaty palms and warming up.
All your worries and fears come flying in
If my heart had legs and feetIt would have run away.Projecting from my chest on beat-A simple, deft display.
Life is but a picture painted by God
Everything we discover and every step we take
Is another brush stroke in his creation
From every atom to every galaxy there is beauty
For us to find an adventure which is life
So surreal,
A bewildered feel.
Very unnatural,
Decidedly not normal.
Reality distorted,
Twisted, contorted.
Imagination's offspring,
Free and wild within
The remnant of our mind
Education is not pencils.
Education is not tests.
Education is not classrooms.
Education is more.
Education is not principals.
Education is not schools.
Education is not teachers.
Trust worty as a Strawberry Tree
Innocent as a tattoo
Never the confiteor, never the shame-faced
Calm down take a breath...
there isn't much to say society is becoming the victim while the rest of the world is a dictator.
telling you how to dress and play the game of life.
I wouldn't open up to you if I could...
I wouldn't give you a chance even if others say I should...
All my life they told me...Diamond, you could be whatever you want to be.
And all my life they've told me, dream with your eyes open, so that you can always see.
Growing up we were always told to keep dreamin'
Making bigger goals and bigger dreams as we grew
But what happens when your dreams get turned into something you never knew?
Getting shaped by socitey, twisted and turned
Do you ever feel,
Life is swiftly passing bye,
You think about the dreams
You loved and wished for
And then you start to cry…
Many say dreams are luxury items
Wanted but not needed.
Keep your head up kid
Wipe those tears from your chin
Let me tell you something,
I tend to find myself staring off into space
Dreaming that everything I pray for, falls into place
Happiness is what I chase
Hear the music, feel the base
Fears are what I face
Its time they be embraced
I am a person too can't you see?
Just the same as you
I too have dreams.
Can't you see me
I'm right here with you
I'm screaming I Love you
can't you here me?
Please answer me!
Have you ever been up on stage
On display for all to see?
To have such power
over others emotions
They laugh with joy
then cry with sorrow
All this you create
Its such a great privliage
Lets fly away to a paradise of peace. Lets go there and escape our reality. Forget about those who hate to see us together. We are in love. We are one. You are my other half. The stronger one. Lets go somewhere full of sunshine.
Heed these words, for they are not simply mines.
These are the rantings of dreams killed by pen and paper.
By the words of advisers,
By the clicking of coins, seldom our own.
You come into the world with at least one person
Your mother,
and you leave alone.
Between the time you come and go you're suppost to bond with other,
Make connections,
I'm doing better
She says she hears it
In the sound of my voice
And I wonder if she hears
You in there too
The worst thing you can say
How do you know what to choose
From all the options thrown at you?
Where do you want to go?
What do you want to do?
It's all up to you.
For everything that you're worth,
The flavor dances to the tip of my tongue;
Of the luscious sweetness of the first hello;
Biting at the first taste what life has strung;
And spitting out my past below.
My first hello of my new career;
Be my sleeping guard
The soldier of my dreams
Hold me in your arms
Wake me when I scream.
Be my protector of uncontrolled unconscious thoughts
Lead me through these things I've fought
It’s horrible
To be stuck in a place
While wanting to fly
Far above space
Dreams, illusions, future schemes
So bright they show
Through a huge thick glass window
So close do they seem!
I dreamed of you last night
I dreamed that you were with me all through the night
I dreamed that you held me close and never let go
I dreamed that you whispered in my ear
And told me that you loved me
A sea away,
Endlessly long days,
No sleep at night,
A few fights,
Plenty of giggles
New food that jiggles,
Chance of a lifetime,
Cost way more than a dime,
Want to go back,
See I am, the creator, I write the lives, and the lies, that I tell, to keep me alive, and well, a dream, could this really be not reality, but pain, creates our world in reality, the rain, resemble tears that we shed, and I see, why god, won't
The seas are calm.
My soul is free
The birds are singing let them sing.
In sweet harmony and song my soul is free.
The sun is shining.
Let it shine upon me.
It's too late I'm dead inside,
Body's cold,
Eyes are wide.
Soul is sold,
One last breath,
Take it in but nothings left.
Floating here it feels so queer,
No sensation,
To be a restless shooting star
is a binding contract:
no stopping, no restarting.
Straightaway across space,
Saddened to bid fairwell to
the stabilized colleagues, shining in
stillness, serenity.
I possess the ability to pick up a pen and pad,
Then progress to prophisize any feelings I've had,
In the form of a melody, exciting or sad
However, no one will listen.
Isn't that bad?
I wake up to these four walls each and everyday
My cold room, this broken house, all take it's toll on me
No food to eat, dirty clothes to wear, no money in the bank
Fashion design, what I was born to do
Sketch and design is what interests me most
But styling and selling suits me too
Fashion shows, I would like to be the host
I am a mover, a shaker, a music maker
I am a dreamer of dreams
Dreams big enough to swallow me whole
With hope, and fear, and longing;
Dreams that make friends quirk their head
I have a lot of plans for my future. I really want to make something of myself. I am currently trying to make it out of high school alive. I work hard every day at my school, because I want to get out of here.
There's no such thing as time,
time is simply a way to organize the human mind,
let me teach you a lesson,
the clock ticking on the wall is an illusion of progression,
I am a Dreamer
a Dreamer who has faith
a Dreamer who wants to be someone in life
i don't want to stay home and slack off
i want to work hard so that in the end it will all pay off
i know i'm not alone
A small glimmer dancing over a shoulder
Is the only thing battling this darkness
A heavy load of anticipation
Weighs wearily on my lungs
And strangles the air from my throat
Hope for the future, Dreams of possibilities, Planning to achieve.
I gather myself once again
I hope that one day we will walk hand in hand
my love for you is fading each day
but don't forget I still care about you in every way
This feeling that you leave me with when you leave
Able, Capable to do all things.
Heart of a tiger, Please don't mislead, perceive, misjudge for I am just me.
The one on high can only do those things
Filling out forms
"What's you passion"
Publication
not for money but for me
to be perhaps a hero, literary
to have a reason to breath
produce something.....pretty
This dream that I have
Is locked away in my mind
Not being able to be set free
Due to people's unclear judgement
This dream is afraid to soar
No...
This dream is not ready
Not yet.
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I want to wrap youInside myBroken dreamsAnd remember whatIt felt like toSleep alongsideSweet lullabies.I want to tell youWhat’s inside mySweet lullabiesAnd remember what
I dream at night, as we all do
I'm at a loss of all control of my mind, lost in my dream.
The darkness is suffocating as it engulfs me entirely,
Physically, emotionally, mentally.
I need a metaphorical axe cause im boutta cut down this hypothetical money tree do you feel me...
They say you will never amount to anything
That the color of your skin is too dark
You’re body too curved
Skin too tinted…
Dreams
Like a child's toy
Played with by imagination
But time goes by
The child grows old
The toy stays the same
The toy sits there
Taking up space
Waiting to be put into action
That moment when you want to cry, but you're somewhere you cant
You want someone to help, but no one is there
You don't know what to do
All hope is gone
The sweetest cookie,
My favorite cookie,
Where did that spice come from?
When did the moon begin to smoke?
Smoke of freedom, smoke of lust,
Tell me cookie, where can I go?
“i suffer from intelligence” -unknown
well hey, unknown or not, it’s a great quote
by a great mind, whose sanity has flown
My heritage and my background,
The color of my skin or the color of yours
the length of my hair or the length of my nails,
My hieght or my size only have as much power as i give them
Dream
of sleep
and wonder,
of cold rain
and thunder.
Dream
of something
exhilarating
and painful.
Dream of life by the handful.
Dream
of a smile
Hold on to your dreamsFor if your dreams dieLife is a flat tireThat cannot driveHold on to your to dreamsFor when dreams goLife is a pipe dreamfull of fantasies that holds no truth inspired by: langston hughes
Shadowed dark skies roar over head,
as I lay here dreaming in my bed.
In my mind I stand in a field of flowers,
and I become lost in daydream for countless hours.
I'm surrounded by dark colors and hues,
Can I ask you a question?
Of course I can, you’re a teacher
That’s what you do, you teach
You’re supposed to be a humanist and not behave like a leech
But do you really understand what that entails?
People say dream big.
Do they ever really mean it?
I dream of fame and success.
They tell me do my best.
But they never really believe in me.
Don't tell me I can make it.
Then show me no support.
Do I dare risk
Stepping into the unknown?
With warm spring air and flowers
To guide me home,
Or a dark winter’s night
That makes my soul cower?
Will the warmth be there one day
Education is the key to success
The mind is the metal of the key
It can be easily inscribed
Some rusted and hard
With the right materials
Little dreams of a girl
In her own little world.
All she wanted was a friend's sensation.
At the age of sixteen,
There were none, it would seem.
So she dreamed of a bright admiration.
I never knew where I wanted to go,
Or what I wanted to do.
I've been through five semsters, from school to school.
Undecided, feeling defeated
Taking classes that were totally uneeded.
But now....
She says sit like a lady
but has rules against chairs.
Here's six hours of reading,
I'm sure you have time to spare.
Here's a screwdriver and wood
now give me boat.
There is a list of to-do's,
You are the little girl who wants to be
A doctor one day
To put on a white gown and a pair of squeaky clean shoes
To save lives from behind a mask and a ponytail
But forget it.
Go to school
Become bored
Whine
Waste time
It is a sign.
What happend to the education?
We learned to memorize.
We learned to patronize.
Where is the dream that I once held close?
Did it run from the mistakes?
I haven't seek a brighter day, but seized the moment.
I've created a moment that will make me,
Infinite.
When you are scared, feeling small
When darkness falls, sinking you deeper into the ocean
You feel weary and frightened
You feel the waves take you down
You look for a coastguard
Something for protection
Dream of me in the depths of your despair,
and a beacon of what once was will appear.
Dream of me at your happiest moments,
and wish that I could be happy too.
Dream of me when you are angry,
I am the girl who tears scraps of poems and tapes them to her bedroom walls
So she can read them before she sleeps
One night she dreams about a flying man
Tearing open the world’s rusted skin
Will it kill me? I wonder,
gazing up at my mountain,
whose jagged, torn dreams
spill down a gray fountain.
Bold stands this mountain,
gorged from the view
while I, toward the sky,
Tiny little painter man paint my skies so blue
tiny little painter man paint my dreams come true.
For the things I wish to do I can not see
so tiny little painter man, paint it clear for me?
In our hearts are hopes and dreamsonly to be replaced by lies and screams.They ponder away so silent and cold,wishing they could be thought of and retold.
Lets run far away Where no one can find usFind a little place to stay
Build a life on love and trust.
I've cherished all this time
Never told anyone I could achieve it
Until I saw a sign
Still know one has believed it
Chased it since I was young
Live it now since I'm old
What is life?
Why am I not brave?
Where is my self-confidence?
Why am I so afraid?
Will I pass this test?
Will I prove that I’m better than the rest?
How did I end up here?
When will I leave?
Jesus was a king, We didn't even know it
Found out Drake could sing, We didn't even know it
Slavery resulted to a good thing, You didn't even know it
What are dreams?
Childish fantasies come alight?
the fabric of imagination - a seam?
Are they tears of the moon?
the effects of a fever?
hallucinations that have bloomed?
I can't feel a thing, sitting beneath another cold wind.Smoking an orgasmic note,Slips between your moan.
Watching the night take another one.
We look up and see nothing but sky
Blue, Bright, Clear
The galaxy beyond is a dream within a dream
A world eclipsed in light
As we climb towards the edge of the overwhelming darkness
Running running running
Chasing my dream
Will I make it?
No one knows
But its my fantasy
Jumping jumping jumping
Through the many hoops
Will I make it?
No one knows
I'm a puppet, controlled
by what I feel is
Wrong. That won't work,
my mind says. That is not a
career.
What is a career?
To assume
I won't be happy under the
Stage Lights
Every day, I go to school Watch the lukewarm Watch the droll Sit and stumble in my "cool" Eclectic silent struggle Against the shouting and the screeching And the breaking and the reeking And the tap tap tapDo. They.
there is a lake. It stretches
from infinity to infinity. I cannot see its edges but I know
they are there. Beyond them,
there is another infinity.
Your heart beats in me
Thumping, thumping
You kick with your feet
Thumping, thumping
Drummer girl you dance
Along in my womb
You prance and dance
To Lullaby's sung to you
It is something to be touched and seen,To be felt and breathed in deep.From time’s start it has always been,Roving always, it never sleeps.
My friend and I were talking one day and he asked me,
"What do you think about the state of downtown?"
I thought about this question for a second and said...
Do you really expect to get the love of your life?
When you don't respect yourself,
You post half nude pics, and say
“I give bomb head,” and yet
You dare to expect respect
Expectations of Two
My mother lived
In a house of four
Beaten to perfection
And no flaws
Rising from the slums
Staying hungry to save money
She moved to the U.S.
To get a decent job
You lit up my life since the start
You are the fire inside of me
You are the inspiration deep inside of my heart
You taught me to always believe
Yet believing was so hard for me to achieve
Sit and listen
What do you hear?
Words melding together that make no sense to you?
Lectures on subjects that are confusing and boring?
Why aren't you learning
You just don't get it
Am I wrong if I tell you I want to make love to your mind first ?
Before giving giving you back shots that sweat out your hair in make your spine hurt.
I want to make you mine first.
I want to put in the time first.
There's pain in my vains still this day, cant explain how you put me to shame.
Saw me as a broken love, didn't give me a chance to undercover the talent that was given
I looked into the crystal ball,
But it wasn't too clear.
She said "I can see your future
up to the next thirty years.
I see you've suffered greatly,
But you'll meet somebody new.
If I were older than I am,I would be travelling the universe.If I were wiser than I am,I would be writing countless books to inform the publicthat I am doing something.And although I am not older nor am I wiser;
It won't happen
You'll change your mind
It won't happen
Oh teacher, can't you just be kind?
I was seven
Home was home
But school was my heaven
I loved it all
In your life you're always judged. PRESSURED! YELLED AT! Until you're crushed. People will tell you you're not worth a dime. But giving up and crying is the biggest crime. Never stop until you're flying. Even if that means you die while trying.
It all began when my dad killed my fish,
when I cried and said a new CD was my only wish
I was only three when he brought one home
And it only took me 2 days to learn every song
I’m prepared to awake,
and start to make,
my future something grand,
and make a stand,
I want to prove to myself I can do this,
I’m the only one who can make myself miss,
this opportunity in life,
Time ticks slowly, almost like my heart with out you
Just like the Moon, has to be away from the Sun,
I have to be away from you.
Every once in awhile you visit me in my dreams
Now I sit here in this class,
Fall has come at last.
I sit, I write, I learn, I read,
to gain the knowledge that I need.
To learn and express,
I am here and blessed.
I have this opportunity,
Sometimes I feel fickle and frill
Alone with chills, longing for someone to want me.
Angry and bitter my soul is a sinner
Waiting to be purified by love.
Coarse and brittle unchanged by riddles
I am that nameless one, the one girl everyone seems to have an opinion on
Oh look, there's that one ! that slim one, I heard she was this , heard she was that
You hardly even know me to even talk. what do I do ?
Sometimes
When you look up at the night sky, there's difference.
Up there among the stars are dreams galloping,
Hopes crashing,
And the tumultuous roar of love gone wrong.
As I close my eyes, as so to speak
I feel these visions, as though in sleep
I see my hopes, I run to them
I see my fears, I hide from them
I see all the things I want to see
And dread the rest that come at me
My heart was once so open
So innocent and free
I shared it with the world
For the world enamored me
Raindrops pour and splash across her face
They dance and he kisses with such elegant grace.
Now this may seem like its from a movie scene
But truthfully this is all just a dream
There is no quirky cat and mouse chase
Here’s to you, here’s to me,
Here’s to us and all that means,
Here’s to the girl who is all alone,
Here is to the child newly grown,
Raise this one to all the teens crying,
Wings clipped, hope busted, dreams shattered,
My cage is worn and my clothes are tattered,
I’ve reached the end of my rope, I’ve lost,
This used to be bubbly and warm, now I’m frost,
My brother
Make your legacy live in history
The past of segregation lingers onto our present communities,
And its comedy is somehow becoming our young brothers and sisters
you see..
I started from the other side of the border
As I got older, that's when me and my family came over
A loner, stranger in a new world with new people
A different language, different culture made me feel unequal
I’m not perfectI’m not very smartI know I’m differentBut I don’t careBecause I want toChange the worldAnd I’m not goingTo stand aroundLike the restOf you pansiesWho are afraid
Into the darkness, I reach out a hand,
where shadows play and light is banned.
My breathes decline and I gasp for air,
this has become a deadly game of truth or dare.
Do I dare to escape from this place,
Am I really cloudy?Am I really dumb for dreamingAm I really crazy for thinking that there's more to life then sleeping
Dreams,
love them, hate them?
I want them.
No longer do I see them.
Escape the harshness
Life is fun.
Love is real.
Death no longer painful.
Easy to breath
No more crying,
I close my eyes and dream
what will my life hold for me.
I'm curious about the many adeventures
and opportunities that life will bring
to me. They may not all be good but,
You don't need much to spread your wings
You don't need much to make others see
You don't need much to sing and sing
You don't need much to follow your dreams
All you need is to fly real high
[Canto 1]Thus it has come to my attention,That by some far older affliction,To recount the dreams which have riddled me,Perusing the fathoms of abysmal sea,Which comprise my mind--(Whilst it sleeps),
When day came I closed my eyes to be awake
My clock ticked by, counting down
While I keep my dreams in my paint jar
I'm waiting till it finally breaks
My clock stops and everything becomes alive and sounds awake
I am a dreamerWho dreams dreamsAnd whose dreamsAre more than dreams
I am a dreamerWho dreams dreamsOf love and friendshipAnd of peace
I have been in school for thirteen years.
Why stop now? Why end here, and leave my peers?
It seems to me I still have much to learn.
About people, places, and talents I've earned.
I wake up at night
Unsure of what may come sometimes
I have walked aimlessly
Like a song without a beat
I do not know whether I hold instruments of deciet
In what I try, in my existing dreams
father’s spirit vanished when i was but a child
but long before my knees ached
and ran Red with swollen gashes
before i washed for hours
and before clean was never clean enough
but i grew tired and weak
There was a time in everyone's life whenMagicWas an acceptable answerImaginationRuled your worldAnd wishesWere made on starsWhen everyone's dream was to be president
Life is filled with choices
Which may be influenced by voices
About financial aid and college courses
Only lends to the soreness
College is purely optional
But without it where can you go
A thousand cranes, a thousand stars
Folding and writing, hoping and sighing
One wish is all I want but common sense
Is out the window and the smart things
To wish for are not what’s tugging at my heart
As children, they ask us
"What will you be when you grow up?"
We say astronaut,
president,
musician,
actor,
celebrity.
They smile and tell us
that we can do whatever we desire
Dreams fade
Goals aid
It's the cold brigade
The heart played
Hands swayed
And hair frayed
Dreams delayed
Goals persuade
My body's aching stuck in this rut.
I'm wanting windows to open
instead doors slam shut.
I live a life that can be taken away
so easily it can be stripped from my soul.
Yet I still trek on living as day to day.
My heart's in the theatre, where all my dreams were made
My heart's in the theatre, where those same dreams were laid,
to rest, until I came back and found them once again,
I miss the way Tuesday afternoons used to feel.
Miles and miles away, I'll send my love, my love by train.
There's nothing more breathtaking than the smile in your eyes.
All these DREAMS I am having.
They are all free, yet worthless.
Some seem sorrowful sometimes
And some seem serious sometimes
As if they were worth of being dreamt.
I have realized the hard way;
School life has never been for me,
it never has been, never will be.
Out of conformed society,
that is where I feel free.
The future is filled with uncertainty,
We break free in the world
we watch the leaves fall to their death
we listen to suggestion but once we turn
to something unrealistic we stop in our quest
There are so many people who have lost their
I saw you last night in my dreamsI couldn't believe you were really thereLike when something isn't what it seemsBut, looking at you, I didn't care
Shinning brighter than the stars,I watch the lights blink on, one by one.Sitting on the cold grass, under a blanket of dark,The view across the water humbles me. I watch the lights blink on, one by one.Some colorful, some just plain white.The view
When I sleep, it’s another world.
A world where anything is possible,
there are no limits.
It’s just a dream.
Inside my head,
Inside my mind.
I do things that I never would.
I take adventures,
In my dreams,
I have seen,
Glorious Mountians,
and Vast Fields of Green.
Never-ending Valleys,
Lay in my wake,
So Breathtaking and Beautiful,
I scare to awake.
My dreams take me in,
Down in a ditch. Hearing sounds of freedom. Wanting to escape but not finding the right way out. Nothing to do but wait. Wait as time goes by and years get older. Old enough to look back at what could have been.
I want to touch the starsand hang on till my feet leave the groundYes,my fingers will burnas I clench with all my mightthe emerald in the sky,but it will be worth it.
When I see you, my heart singsWhen we talk, the rest of the world melts awayWhen we laugh, my spirit soarsWhen we touch, it is as if heaven and earth meetWhen we kiss, my life turns into a fairytale.
I dream of the glistening glare as I look up into the sun.
I dream of the limber grass bending as I touch.
I dream of my little boy making a homerun.
Is this all too much?
Yet, you still ask me if I could see
The first time at my fifth grade
Graduation, I was onstage
saying a speech.
I felt nervous because it was
a big group of people.
The first time I have a wrestling match, I always
Words rising and falling like mountains and valleys.Letters form Heroes with passion and calling.Seas of ideas, all structured in stanzas.
I'm giving my all for a sligh chance
that I might make it
My dreams will not be frosaken.
I'm fighting against the odds.
Is it worth it? I think so.
Meanwhile, they awaken
They try to break me
As you walk onto the stage,
Your body is trembling, shaking;
Stomach is in knots
Looking into the crowd,
So many eyes are on you,
As you stay composed and graceful
Rise Fall Rise Fall
Fall
Fight, hold on.
Breathe
Breathe, barely breathe
Fight.
Run, Waging War against monarchies
against worlds
Your seed of hope against a world of dreams deferred
I write to learn
about who I am
to embrace the ugly things
so that I can no longer call them ugly
To force my attention to moments that sound dissonant in my mind
I've never been afraid of the dark,
you see I embraced it always,
never wanting to wait to close my eyes.
Night was when I'd visit my friends,
night was when I'd go home to them,
I’m only a little bird
Trapped in a Cage
Barred down by the rest of Society
They strap me in chains
Forbid me to fly away
There's nothing left for this little bird
A Poet
Mikaila Mack
3.3.12
I write because
I want to be a Poet.
I want to be the spot of fertile soil
That you seek out
Dreams fill our souls
Weaving, spinning tales
of love and laughter,
Blossoming hearts.
Scenes of life and color
formed not in a lens, but in minds.
Oh, the colors
Dear World
Where you have to pay extra not to have chemicals in your food
Where not being the most obese country is an accomplishment
Where Nicki Minaj's butt has more hits than Mahatma Ghandi
It gets me through every day.
It expresses what I cannot say.
It lets me be someone else,
or helps me to be just myself.
It is at times my enemy, but also my friend.
Escape
Because a cruel world needs a safe place
Dream
Because sometimes a piece of paper and a pen can create a new reality
Emotion
Because tears come to often and tissue runs out
Love
It all starts with a letter.
Not a phrase.
Not a word.
Not even an idea.
The letter is the crack in the dam that is a brain.
Slowly the magic seeps through the crack.
As time goes on, the crack grows.
Oh to life’s little desires
Through irresistible body’s pleasures
Such do they bring the hottest fires
Within you cannot control
Within it gives comfort and console
Promises to make things better
What if you could evaporate in the sky
And drift freely along the twists and turns of the winds current
Travel miles upon miles over land
Showering them with your condensed vapor
A side-street district sleeps to the beat of the heated city streets
Where the dirt on the windows can’t even be seen
Where the shades of grey and denizens of the night kick their heels
He stares, with baby eyes at the star filled sky above him,
His paint, like his clothes, is old and worn.
A lonely shack is home with only an easel and brushes and a bed inside,
Revel in many, first the art of fear.
To paint fond pictures of the coming day,
To abscond the life I hold closely dear,
When butterflies can soon fly astray,
I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the
flow of human blood in human veins.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
To write, is to express one’s self through words rather than actions.To write, is to speak out loud without really speaking.To write, is to release… everything.
The stars are shining bright
In the middle of the sky
Producing a faint light
As I look up and sigh
Their beauty is unmatched
So bright and real
I've grown quite attached
To their perfect appeal
you can dream big
or you can dream small
or you can dream nothing at all!
but if you dream big
and reach for the stars
you just may succeed
as far as you need
and if you dream small
Can he hear my heart beat?
Can he hear me breathing?
Is he overflowing
A desire that’s been seething
Why is he so deathly charming
World!
It is I, the by-standing life form you still haven’t noticed; a modestly self-absorbed mixture of carbon, air and water.
If I scream, will you notice me?
I was raised by Republicans, grew up with the Democrats,
Never had much, but I belong with aristocrats,
I want a lot of cars like Leno has,
Little fish in a big pond like a minnow has,
I am your greatest dream.
I have waited in the cool contemplative walls of your mind and watched
the world through barred windows of steel cold terror.
But soon will come the day, soon I will stand up and say,
I want to be someone
Worthwhile to follow
Who’s strong and un-scareable
But soft and not hollow.
I’ll rule how I want
With my people behind,
But keep ‘em all happy
By treating ‘em kind.
In a large round fishbowl- trapped in this world. Fed lies and sold to whomever would buy.
I see things that are out of reach- like the caring souls that look on in pity- that don't have the means to save me.
Admit it.
Clouds are more magnificent when you are floating through them.
But let us, for once, acknowledge that we were not meant to fly.
That a hundred years ago, this was all just a dream.
It's all emotion, feeling the power escape when you let it free
i love that feeling, the feeling of marking down who I am, feeling like me
me and nobody else.. Just this little pen and paper
I write poems because poetry is my specialty.
Without it, I wouldn't be me or even complete.
I write because my handwriting is neat,
And the material that I write is written to intrigue.
When I was born, I stood on the shotgun seat.
Danger was a challenge best met naïve.
My dad told me, “Sit down or you’ll get hurt.”
What is poetry to me?
Poetry is my pornography
That thing that helps me get thru the day
That thing that makes me wake up and say hey
to God, my friends, and hell, even my ex bae bae
In my heart there were feelings
That I never really showed
In my mind there were thoughts
No one would have ever known
In my lungs there was air
That would have never breathed words
Your impression
That the world will harbor the
Audacity to sever limbs from the whole truth
Are gravely mistaken.
From now on, the whole truth, and nothing less!
And in times of future toil,
No, I don't run fast, but I am always moving toward my future;
I've never been truly talented, but I'm always trying to push myself;
And I have no idea how to achieve my dreams, but I will always try to reach them.
Every day, I look up to the sky
And see the birds flying by as I
Sit so cooped up in this place
With dreams that never seem to be
Something that’s tangible to me
Is this all there really is?
They say a dream is a wish your heart makes
But your heart doesn’t warn you of all the roadblocks it will take:
The sleepless nights,
The negative opinions of even your closest allies,
Society’s judgment,
Our minds are such powerful things.
They are also very devious.
My surroundings are unrealistic,
Yet I am completely oblivous.
Wanting to be heard and wanting to be saved,
It's such a struggle.
In my dreams, I found a girl smoking
And as it seems, she wasn’t even choking; professional
But hey, that’s not important
She was the finest fine that a young man can find
I love listening to old school music,
Admiring the sound of Jazz,
I would love if rappers would finely use it,
Making music that sweetly whispers to my soul,
I wish that was the main goal,
A student is someone who engages in their own goals, aspirations, and dreams. I consider myself going beyond my objectives. My goal is the mere want and need of success.
Darkness envelops,Frail objects clash in silence;Shapes melt into one. My world starts to quake,Oh God, I'm going to die!My body conforms. Light breaks through my cracks.I have become something new,My beauty resounds. Peek at surroundings,All tha
hold on your dreams
for if dreams die
life is a broken-winged bird
in whom cannot fly
Hold on to your dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a football field
Frozen with icy snow.
In my dreams,
I awake from reality ,
And escape to my fourth dimension,
Where I find peace and clarity,
And run away with good intention.
In my dreams,
No one can stop me,
I miss the way you made me feel
Like all the world was so surreal.
We’d hug and laugh, and cry and frown
You turned my world upside down.
And here we are 3 years down the road
My mind wanders to the peeling paint
To the bleeding stars in the night sky
My eyes scan the bland nothingness
My lips murmur to the silence
There's soft music in the darkness
An entire concert in my ear
Tick, tick, tick, gears are working, spinning round,
soothing lullaby keeps me safe and sound.
Metallic wings fan out with beauty and reflects light,
fighting off the mechanical demons with fright.
I live in Texas weather,
It’s way too hot for us.
We always pray for rain to come,
Then we always fuss.
When it comes I’m unprepared
And don’t know what to do…
I’m undecided what to wear,
"Don't do that" a common utterance of disempowerment
A three word society on its own
filled with expectation when the first mistake was made
A sense of being unloved, peaking through a pessimistic lens of hearing
exhale—
watch the tendrils
of smoke dance
before being whisked away.
sitting on the porch railing
his book open beside me
as he searches for
the meaning of life.
he could give
Theres Something Great In All Of Us,
Something We Dont Earn But is Born Within Us,
Potential..
Potential Change The Lives Of Others and Make A Difference In World Where We
I’m waiting for the day I will wake up
Eyes open, glazed over, seeing blindly
Touching, but not feeling, encased in fine glass
Dreaming and waiting for something unknown
Desolate and blank canvas of a mind
True love shines as bright as a star,but friendship exceeded celestial expectations. At any moment a star can burn out, but the entirety of the solar system is larger than that one star, yet, less valued.
If hope is the thing with wingsSoaring higher and higher into an expanse-less skyFlying far beyond the horizon's edgeI would that I had flamesTo scorch these wings
I used to wonder if I hopeless being around all these roaches with the fact I had more things on my mind than what approaches.
Or with my black heart made from scattered thoughts.
there is any number of things
which i would like to tell you about –
but i open my mouth to speak
and my butterfly of speech flutters away.
do you see the way the clouds just touch
Spoke of you with ardency
Our bodies together, much like poetry
No need to speak, rhythms come from our figures
You were the stars to my sky
You'd become the glare in my eyes
Funny how things came to be
I have dreams I want to come true. I have wishes on stars. But have you ever felt that as life goes by, these dreams get left in jars.
It is stagnant.The dark intimidates me.My subconscious is cruel.There is a suspension of time that I am profoundly aware of.He's here! He speaks to me. The words are incoherent and stumble though my mind.
If they don't know your dreams
They can't shoot them down.
Open your eyes child, those pyros are burning 'round.
Emptyed my bowl filled with hopeless immunities.
Is there a point in staying awake?
If you can sleep until you die
In your dreams you don't make mistakes
But in real life all you do is cry....
Are you awake or asleep?
Is it me or, does it seem like days are getting longer , but lives are falling shorter. money is getting tighter only for the population to become wider. Is it me or does it seem like singers get credit for a job teachers would do.
Dreams
Dreams are like the seasons,
Bitter and hostile
Sweet and endearing
Nostalgic and repressed
Hello to girl world
Boys are their big prize
Pink car to my surprise
Music cranked
Phone in reach
Happy to be alive
"Happy Girls are pretty girls"
Hello Cliche
Phone calls from
I'm being so lazy
It's driving me crazy
I can't even describe this weird and boring vibe
I sit outside thinking to myself
Looking at the stars and wondering how they are placed so perfect
I never grew up with the gardens of flowers and fairies.
The sunbeams dodged me with as much vigor as the raindrops aimed for me.
My garden was full of broken walls, debris from the joy I once felt.
I Dream to change lives.
I Dream to be everything that i can be.
I Dream to be closer to the one's that i have lost.
I Dream that we as people can love each other.
I open my eyes and feel the morning sun graze my skin and I smile. "Its a brand new day", I tell myself. Everything is okay...
Each and every question, by you or I, to me
My mind is quick to answer, so sure I’ll feel it be
An evolution strikes, as dusk turns into dawn
Awakened with wide eyes, my decision’s fully wrong
I am a dreamer and a believer,
A student who strides to be the best.
Only willing to be an explorer,
Of a future filled with tests.
It won't be easy to succeed,
But I will not let life pass me by.
Can't go out like no cowardI won't give up ,Even in the midst of my last hour,To me that's power,It's the heart of manDeciding when to stand ,Up,For what he believesPlease,
She missed the day he smiled
All that it reviled was an innocent child
The regrets of the child started to fade
Her heart was cut witha blade
The blood of a sweet, but soft serenade
There’s this dream growing inside me and it’s taking over my heart.
And it’s more than 15 minutes of fame, or the dream of a better start.
There’s this growing need emerging to be more than what I am.
One that dreams is one that traveles to another universe of infinte possibilities. One that dreams is one that driftes to a imaginary land where the hauting face of their reality dosnt exist. The one that dreams can live two lives.
Just make sure you succeed
They say,
Never lose sight of who you are
She says,
One cannot achieve without a degree
He says,
I feel as though I will fail!
We cry.
I get laughed at,
I get picked on,
I often feel like no one cares,
And I just keep my thoughts inside.
People can laugh at me, and even pick on me,
But no matter what,
I’ll follow my dreams.
Joy is brought when lost dreams are found
The life of yesterday buried six feet underground
Today, rise higher and strike the bell
Even disturbing memories cannot quell,
Our satisfaction
Growling, prowling, and everything inside me… its seizure shaking
My whole body entwining with the movements of the wind, fire, earth... my soul quaking
I can't be there with you, but we can dream.
My eyes filled with tears of hopelessness. My thoughts filled with the pain of judgment. My ears filled with the sound of destruction. My words constantly formed in the way of defense.
these bones have grown old;
a keen wisom burns
brightly within them,
coursing, seeking
a new path
to follow.
no longer trapped
in brightly colored
crayon pictures
What you do here is the marking of life
Starting here and fighting the world and its strife
Do you follow over footprints or make your own?
It’s up to you to figure out the speed and the tone
I remember the storm outside. Its raging winds beat up against the house. The family was due back hours ago. So I will wait a little longer.
I write because I am a citizen who has her rights to speak her mind,
To be able to say what spoken words cannot comprehend.
I write to give advice to the teens who don't have someone to confied into,
Ginger spines
Flaky sighs
Powerless,
You glossy-eyed
Creature.
I saw you there,
In the crevices of my dreams
Breathless, in a pool of gems
Lost within the carefree
When in all despair, I go there
Waiting in the wings
Where heart will soar and spirit fly
Waiting in the wings
All goes dark on the scheduled mark
Waiting in the wings
Flying. Soaring. Coming alive.My dreams unfold before my eyes.They're only words, some people say,But my imagination sees it a different way.
There's a rough path to your dreams, kid.
You're going to get beat down and maybe even run over,
You're going to reach a point where you feel like you can't take anymore.
Not everyone can throw money at their problems,
What did giving up ever solve
The sadness, hate and woe
Never seeking the future, to evolve
The potential inside you don’t know
It's there in front of youDangling from the skyA shiny dream that is newYou walk through a valley of thorn and lilyIt takes your life awayStill you chase it
I've been to the bottom
and I have felt alone,
But as I look around
away is where I'm blown,
I'm surrounded by love
always have and always will be,
The endless support
amazes me,
What does writing mean to me?
It's a way to make my words flow, like wind through trees.
A way to show on paper, the picture in my mind.
Despite the fact that I can't draw and my painting skills are way behind,
my passions and dreams are what leads me today,
it's my dear mother that makes me stay.
her nagging and doubts pains me to keep,
but my heart burns a fire that comes in deep.
my passion to dance and sing and act,
Look into your own Imagination.
What is around your location?
Suited rabbits? Black magic?
Mystic incantations?
Delve deeper than a magicians hat.
Outside the box? Farther than that.
Metal giants towering,the music of history overpowering.The wonderland that goes by many names,its hidden treasure… a chance at fame.LIGHTS! The lights of the big stage are blinding,
Actors dressed as animalsWashing their dishes in a sink that could electrocute me and doing it anyway to prove that I would.Frankenstein monsters forcing us to be their wivesWe shoot them and light them on fire but they’re still alive.Watching peo
When you're young you develop dreams,
but it's easy to expect a lot and think it'll come easy.
In reality those dreams become the little things,
and all the hard work causes you to get queasy.
When I think about you
I fall into a dream sleep
With Technicolor baas of sheep.
It’s fuzzy around the edges,
Murky, like the deep in the sea
And I wade through variations of blue.
I am a humble man,
No hero, king or saint.
My purpose is my brush,
My canvas and my paint.
My Dear, I have this gift -
I paint all that I see,
And everything I paint
Have you ever just looked out and saw everything you couldn't formulate an explanation to
captured through the simple essence of nature
For instance take this cruise,
She runs though the greenest gardens chasing the lover she only knew
But while she runs time fails her
More often than not she finds herself
Sitting under a familiar hollow tree gathering her thoughts
What am I feeling, I don’t know myself, I question but there seems to be no answer
Then I wonder and see if it can be found.
After awhile, I rest and dream. Your always in them, it was a very pleasant dream.
As children we are taught to follow our dreams.</> What is not taught is how difficult that actually is.</> We all try hard, some go to the extremes</> Just to have it all shoved in our face while kicked to our knees.
Langston Hughes’ mama told him “Life ain’t been no crystal stair”
Well, I reckon it be the same way for me, too
No crystal stair ever showed up for me,
If I reminded myself why I'm alive....
what would it be for?
If I asked myself for what purpose do I strive.....
what would I have in store?...
All I Can say is.....
The air is really hard to breathe
The oxygen is choking me
The people are carrying me
They have unknown identities
Strange how people never see
The big picture of reality?
All they see is never seen
There are many nights I find myselfthinking about you.Missing you. But notin a longing fora connectionsort of way -not like I used to.
It’s so untouchable.
Something I could want so badly, if circumstances were different.
But even then, something I shouldn’t want.
Well, well, well.
We can't live without.
Though, sometimes you're clear.
Sometimes you're not.
Sometimes you're cold.
Sometimes you're hot.
Simply, nearly one billiion need you.
Dreams come in different forms
It can be just wishes
Or it can be a life-changing norm
Whether or not you live through your accomplishments
You can decide to ride the storm
Grew up with a lot
Obscure path I’ve taken
Opportunities were astounding
Dependence fleeted
Bye to you all
Yesterday is remembered
Every day from now on will be new
Start of my next journey
I woke up that day
I saw something new
It was that perfect yawn
From a great sleep
I never thought to have
I was inducted
It was exclusive
I had something special
That made me special
I long to fall in love with my life
I yearn to live beautifully,
Crave to paint my life with metaphor
And plant seeds of meaning and significance
In everything I do.
I dip my brush in a pool of bue
I'm not there but still hoping for the better. Hope I get a shot like a bullet proof sweater while getting all the cheddar like Mickey does at Disney. I'll never miss the chance even if I'm too busy. Yea like a honeybee having to stay focused.
I am young girl living in a confused world.You see. I can be happy at times, but the devil comes in and defeats me at times.Negativity comes in,people bringing me down to the point where I break down.
Even though I'm not with you at
at the time of day,
I return when night falls comes around.
Even though I can not be heard
I can be
seen.
I keep all your secrets
as they should be.
There has been times since I've been young
I wanted to give up because I just couldn't go on
Seen a lot of things I really shouldn't
Wanted to run but I reall couldn't
Life is hard enough as it is. Something has to give. Struggling every day, but I thought that a life of luxury was the American way.
Beyond imagining the possibly perfect,
Make anything your heart will dare desire,
Let it go and run wild and watch the effect,
Make no limits: just immensely imagine and don't let it tire.
Three barrels, two hearts, with one dream.
Turning on a dime will make them queen.
Choke up on the reins, get ready to go,
You’re running down the alley way wiggling your toes.
Check, set, pull him around
What I've learned about success
It takes more than just fate
Your destiny calls to you
But always ignore the hate
Dreams take some time
No matter how talented you are
If I dare to dream
My dreams would dream to dare
That I could do anything
All without a care.
You would hear my scream
From up in the air
Where I'm skydiving
As the wind whips my hair.
Some grow out of barbie dollsInto their sports braTo become sport's starsAnd play on the same court with the boy starsSome go from double dutchTo bringing their teams back in the clutch
Out of the frying pan
Into the fire
Just your fellow man
Mislead by desire
I can do it, I know I can
Liar liar pants on fire
Ever had a night terror that festers your mind, captivates your thoughts and completely blows your mind?
I write to relinquish these dreams.
As a slave to suffering, pain and sorrow,
I write to forget, until tomorrow.
Far far away my dreams reside...They are my innermost desires that I can no longer hide...My dreams are crying out to me so my heart believes...My mind whispers, my spirit grieves...Far far away my dreams seem distant...They silently whimper, but
No one's life is perfect
I really can't complain
And if I say "I want your life"
You might say the same
My mom plays the role of both parents--
She takes care of my brother and I
(poems go here)
See they messed up the truth
its more like "make up"
take "cover girl"
so you can face the
fact they dont want more women like esther or ruth
Our dreams hung in the air like mother’s curtains And blew away with the hot breeze. But unlike our dreams mother’s curtains, were supported. They hung high, and held on tight.
No matter how big,
No matter how small,
I will make a difference,
That will touch the hearts of all.
No such boundaries,
Can tear me down
Because I am me
And I don’t frown.
Dreams to me are...
The world within a world,
Is a story that never gets old.
As time alternates inward and outward,
My third eye connects the invisible cord.
Thoughts begin to gather as a sea of buzzing flies,
Unspoken words are very powerful words
Words that go without say
But hold strong meanings in the array of thoughts
These are my Unspoken Words
To you I may look like I got it all
Tell your haters
Thank you and your supporters
For being Mr. and Mrs. Literal
Takes courage to speak one's mind
Voices whether positive or negative
Celebrate, rejoice in your own vibes
Here i go again.
I find myself on my knees of forgiveness
for as i commit my body to perversion
I nail you upon the wood in which you created
I disobey your commandments
now i can only feel the pain ever more.
I intend to leave my footprints wherever I go Where I'm going only the heavens know I'm going to live my life,not fast, but slow Indulging in the hardships of becoming successful Walk in my shoes, my life is anything but a joke Travel from being h
When he was born, he was special.
He learned things a different way.
He seen the world through unique eyes.
He spoke in the way he thought others spoke.
Some seen him as stupid, but I seen him as unique.
I write to express
To give birth to fantasies
To show the real me
My secretes only paper can see
Keep the pain away, Keep my mind sane
I write
Like a caterpillar, I snuggle
Into three warm layers. I’ve
Built my cocoon, shield from
The elements for a few sweet hours;
In my simple sarcophagus,
Only nightmares can catch me now.
Eyelashes brush on rosy cheeks
Slowly turning into yellow beaks
A feather upon a dusty pillow
Comes sweeping against a sprouting willow.
Yellow leaves by a river’s edge
Dance among the grassy ledge
Today, I’m missing my one true star,
thinking about how we would be together,
having fun, riding a space car,
through the vast galaxy forever.
In my mind I stand here,
a symbol of success, suppressed in silence
that sits in a place surrounded by violence
There are two
each holds one hand.
The one on the left
has known me the longest
but doesn’t know me that much.
The one on the right
knows a lot about me
but does not know what to do with it.
Without you I’m like a bird without wings
Grass that’s not green
Trees naked, no leaves.
Without you I'm like a song without depth
Cheesy lines not in cards
The sky with no stars
Cut me open
Lay me bare
My beating heart I give to you
Beneath these lights
On this stage
I flay myself before you
Nothing is held back
Nothing will be left
In this small time
Church a place, where you
Draw close to the creator.
Church a place where you go to get you too eternal.
Church a place where you hear the sound of the beautiful drums.
Those spares,
That piano,
I once fell in love with a dreamer
He exhumed me from the grave
I was digging myself.
Love was breathed into my hollow lungs
Oh, how I hung on so dearly to those arms,
pulling me out of my own grave.
She gallops toward me.
I watch transfixed as her flaxen mane is grabbed
By the invisible fingers of the wind.
She whinnies with sheer delight at seeing me.
I love the way the pages crinkle
Crackle when I flip them over.
The thin feel of oinion skin (are they really?)
So smooth I sometimes run the pads of my fingers
Down the page.
It feels cold here without you...
Its funny how much a hug can do.
Arms filled with warmth that surround you...
However your hugs were more than a comfort...
You not only handed me your heart
We the invisible
While unforgettable it is easy to forget we are there
The misfits the world never bothered what to do with
Forgetting our existence while counting us statistics
Misplaced we traverse unknown plains
How do you know which way is right
There's a right and left,
Wrong and right,
Life or death,
Beginning or end
Who knows what is right
Fears
Fears hold you back from making a choice
Turn it off
I never had a home,
In fact, I never remember having a family.
These people? who are they?
I over heard something unpleasent,
I could remember the pharses of "Adopted", "Brought here for a reason",
A bunch of scrambled words vomited it upon a page
Gleaming with a contrast of feelings and opinion
Some may relate to it some may not
It could be about love or life or an activist though
My soul is river stone
And fire fed
Dragon eyed and embered
Lurking in mountain’s jeweled gold
Soaring on iron wings
Beautiful, soaring, so high
Deep as the river a mile wide
Touch the soul and shed a tear
Poetry brings me here
Never let yourself be underestimated,
For you possess so much untapped greatness.
When the road ahead leads to darkness, be true to yourself and you will find that the light within will shine brighter than any other.
I write to see, you read to listen
The words you read, with my permission
I write to vent, a poem a day
My heart is my pencil, in my own way
I write for me, as difficult as it may seem
I'm sick of doing this.
See I just want you.
But do I make you happy?
Do you want me too?
A relationship can make you mad,
but is all the time accurate?
From the bottom you have fear,
and after failure procrastination for a year.
Slowly but surely you work your way up.
Now halfway full is how i picture my cup.
I'm steady on the path of yelling IM HERE!
There is no feeling,
Quite like the moments before you step on stage,
In front of a packed house,
Your stage director looks at you and says,
30 seconds to curtain,
Angels without wings can never fly,
But they still try to reach the sky,
Not knowing what's beyond,
A land of paradise,
A place of lies,
A field of happines and joy,
A room without even a single noise,
Angels without wings can never fly,
But they still try to reach the sky,
Not knowing what's beyond,
A land of paradise,
A place of lies,
A field of happines and joy,
A room without even a single noise,
SELF VALUE IS MAIMED
WEEPING WOES WORSEN AS OPTIMISM WITHERS
AND THE INTERNAL ABUSE REMAINS UNTAMED
THE HEART AND MIND SHIVERS.
I could be classified
Labeled, Deemed, whatever,
As probably insane.
I laugh at this theory,
But some of the surrounding
Facts verify the thought.
A circumstance rises,
To the ball I go
Under bright stars
To fetch my dreams
Making them mine
To dance until dawn
In glass slippers
Once upon a dream
The clock
It strikes
And midnight hits
Those sweet silent nights
Filled with worries and thoughts.
Heart beating fast
Stomach with knots.
Throughout the night
My heart tosses and turns
Reliving the old memories
Which it never learned.
If Earth was a boy,
what would he make?
If Earth was a girl.
what would she draw?
If Earth was a mother,
what would she love?
If Earth was a father,
what would he teach?
You are an individual
Your pasts are only residual
You are who you are
Others are who they are
Don't be swayed by the wrong
Because life is way too long
You be what you want to be
The theatre is all I know and love.
I pour my pain into a role, hoping it will cease.
But it never does.
It's a curse to be an actor.
It's not glamorous. It's not happy.
It's not fame. It's not money.
As night falls over me
The stars shine bright
The birds stop chirping
And it’s past midnight
The stars vanish
And now it’s too dark
What was that noise?
In the distance – a bark
Every night in sleep,
I journey to the Land of Nod.
Where strangely, my senses suspend about—
exists separately, yet a part of me.
I am what I am
I am a shining star
Shining bright to see in the eyes of my family
I am what I am
I am a musical instrument
High and low notes
I capture the ear of others
I am what I am
Could you please pay closer attention to me
You know, I matter too
According to text I was simply placed here to pump blood through your veins
Keeping your body afoot, but
I close my eyes-
The darkness sems to
sink in. Words are no longer
like waves coming in-
to me, rather like grass beneath my feet.
I went to school with no pants
My skin crawled alongside the ants
Laid down and drifted through a river of halls
And answered a myriad of empty calls
With no phone in my hand
No ground to stand
On.
The impartial grooves and ridges
of my body would not tell me any lies.
I don't want to put names to these thoughts
because if angry wasps can sting, they will.
I am tired of the attack--and redness--
My dreams are as far and distant as they could be
Im blind I don’t know where my life will lead
So many choices so many things to choose from
All this weight in my shoulders is too heavy to lift
Sleep my little girl,
Drift into a spacious world.
Fly with your wings above the sky,
Sleep your little curious eyes.
Follow your heart and let it be,
'Cause everything will be a surprise.
I crave to see the world.
I have a lust rooted deep within myself for adventure,
A hunger to pack my bags, pack my life, a camera, and someone I love.
The desire to travel has always clung to me.
Throughout life we all have dreams
Goals and desires we hope to achieve
Hard work, strength, determination
Each play a part in their realization
I am a Horse
When I was born my owners saw me
"She is a cart horse" they said
My mother agreed
But, I am not a cart horse.
Like the dust I am unsettled,
moving swiftly without destination,
my origin is forgotten,
my future is unknown,
carried by the wind,
i am forever alone.
At night I live
a grimy life
of slander
and despair.
At night I do
my dirty deeds
with grins
and open arms.
At night I keep
inside my sheets
and dream
of worse to come.
With one finger I hold my life
and through a very weak grip.
If it ever were to accidentally fall,
my world would be sheer havoc.
Every thing doesn’t come easy.
Everything doesn’t come cheap.
Everything won’t just be handed to you.
See if you want what I got, you got to dig for me.
I was laying out in the snow one fine day,
Wondering what life's journey was in my way.
I looked out with a blank stare,
Realizing moments like these are very rare.
Standing there optimistic about whats ahead,
How does it feel to have your dreams thrown away
At such a young age and all in one day?
To have them tossed to the side, in the trash, and to the curb
Without consideration to future endeavors
We will never again label people like animals they said
We will never again let a government kill millions they said
But what about the immigrants I say
I find myself wandering Lost Just walking Pacing Back and forth Thinking About changes That can be made Changes That can bring about my escape My heart races At the slightest ideas Lifting off into space From this place Called Earth Where people s
Often times I tend to find
That all the times we fight and fight
To be an individual
Or even feel that we have pull
To say in how we want to be
We’re fighting anonymity
He doesn't know what the sunrise
looks like, He hasn't seen it in a while,
He rises in the afternoon, because
his nights are filled with fear and
gloom.
He doesn't know what the sunrise
looks like, He hasn't seen it in a while,
He rises in the afternoon, because
his nights are filled with fear and
gloom.
As children we are taught at a young age to always wait Until.
Wait Until it is the right time to reach our goals and dreams.
Wait Until making the next move.
Everyone has dreams.
Only few wake up and chase them.
The sleep are sheep.
who can't release,
grips, from the nation.
Stricken in poverty.
This can't be life,
Obviously.
GOD didn't put us here
There is always two choices.
Two choices leads you to a sea of infinite decisions.
Succeed or fail.
Just make a choice.
Make your own path.
To learn the pattern of my ways let loose the reigns clipped to my veins. Drive out my demons to the winds and scatter far and wide my sins. Let me free my hearts desires, fulfill my dreams, they'll not expire.
Little tiny tricycle
All shiny and new
Painted bright red
With a little white stripe
Ready to ride,
To stride, to wheel,
Ready to begin,
Eager,
To be ridden by one
Who would enjoy it,
I am.
I am athletic and smart.
I wonder how high is the sky.
I hear the crowd scream as I enter the dome.
I see the defense in man to man zone.
I want to be the best in the NFL.
The silence is screaming. It’s an invisible fog clouding my judgment and burning my eyes with its icy touch. It’s so dense that I can’t breath without it expanding in my throat; a fog so solid that it chokes my airway with its endless emptiness.
Fairytales A jack-in-a-box waiting to be cranked A wand waiting to grant a wish A tutu to cover the too, too many handprints on her legs Twirling around endlessly like the ceiling fan above her head Around a train track, a train that is missing a
Life as you know it changes. You never know what will happen. You never know who you will meet. Sometimes people are meant to be in your life temporarily or permanent. What you will never expect is stuff that happens.
here are always good and bad things in people's life
there are always lessons to learn
there are always going to be people who are either going to be good or bad for you
but in the end it proves who really is your friend
In striving to view that which is not normally seen,
To pry into the gods’ minds as they meander
Into what could only catapult the living through madness which
Is in the mind, forever present and lurking.
I got introduced to this CREW
When I became a part of DRAMA
It was for my high school PLAY
Some day it feels like i live HERE
As if this is my FIRST
HOME.
He stands under the flickering street lamp
A suit of black silk and suede
Glinting a brooding red from corner to corner
A sharp smirk leans against a cane of bone and obsidian
there aimlessly floating
above cranium
slowly envel( o p i n g
mind to airy delirium
grasped and clenched
then stole presence.
so no longer occupy
space around: the reality you deny
They keep my awake every night.
They know who I am,
My deepest secrets,
My greatest fears,
They mock me with the false sense of pleasure.
They know what I want,
Who I want ,
Alone in this dark room, i begin to ponder
About lifes goals, so I let my mind wonder
Venture out into the depths of my thoughts
And invision how well my mind has been taught
Picturing myself as whatever I want to be
I'm alone no one to comfort me nor to help me
But forsake me like it's their god given right
This loneliness is dementing me.
I speak not of the demons veiled behind every corner.
They wait until it's dark
Until I have thought myself into a mad frenzy
Then they show me the past.
What I did
The sudden crash of a chord
Entwined still with soft melody
Long, slender fingers dance
On black and white
I sit by my window,
watching as the sky turns a crimson gold.
Dreaming, thinking, hoping-
But then there is a soft whirring,
I look up…
The grinding of tires can be heard as my Father rolls in.
This is a world that has ended. Nothing is born. Nothing dies. Time doesn’t even exist. If I were searching for a place to be born, then I know it should not be here. There is another being here. Can she see me? I am not born to this world.
When kids tell others about their hopes and dreams.
They tell you the most wild, outrageous things.
Astronauts, princesses, and superheros is what they want to be,
Some have an ambition to be a doctor
Some have an ambition to be a pilot
Some scuba divers, some athletes
There is a broad range of different ambitions
With people preaparing for ambitions from a young age
Whippor, whippor, whipporwill,
Sing your song little whipporwill,
Sing what is yours and no one else's
Your beat, your will, voice is yours.
Verse 1:
I was a child
paint a picture
Like Scripture
Of a canvas girl
Stars as my light
Music inspired
The prettiest smile
My canvas girl
After a long day nothing is better then sleep, only if the dreams you have, are completely sweet. Some people turn the other cheek, but to me, my dreams, they truly speak.
A story never told is just Blank pages with possibilities
Causing the mind to begin racing, Ripping and Raving
Searching for an answer, amongst so many confusions
Today or Tomorrow, Tomorrow or Today?
now in truth I know I'm only 16 so I have years and years to progress into a dream, you see all these stars are gettin old their times almost up so get to stepping old-timers and back the hell up, make way for this generation.
now in truth I know I'm only 16 so I have years and years to progress into a dream, you see all these stars are gettin old their times almost up so get to stepping old-timers and back the hell up, make way for this generation.
I dreamed a dream and in it was love
He had not a face nor a form
But deep in his being there beated a heart
Far surpassing the average or norm
I am lost in the expanse of the night sky.
Forever wandering amongst the beacons of light that fill this endless Cartographer's Dream.
Waking only to forget what I have learned.
I'm no longer a kid.
I've matured mom, yes I did.
You keep me locked up,
And I'm getting really fed up.
It's nine o'clock and you're telling me togoto sleep.
I am optimistic and determined
I wonder how far away it is from me
I hear loud shouts of hope
I see that this will not be easy
I want to fulfill this dream
I am optimistic and determined
Today is a brand new day,
A new day to find strength,
Strength to over come fears,
Strength to fulfill our dreams
As we get closer to our dreams,
Our strength comes out,
To overthrow obstacles,
Whether I'm real, or whether I'm fake -
One of those choices that you have to make.
Perhaps I'm a joyful moment with friends;
Maybe a killer whose chase never ends.
Tender memories tucked deep in your mind,
If I took a step back to a time where my mother was before my eyes I would never had guessed I would take such a road a road that is so dark and gloomy it becomes ordinary to ones eyes till finally smacked by my own reality a glimpse to the inside
Maybe it's good not to know certain things
It keeps the mysteries more willing to believe
Why happiness stings
Or why there are locks and keys
And, not knowing how to reach dreams
It isn't as bad as it seems
Each summer I would go-
Could it be that I’ve
Gone there every year? You would
Think it would get tiresome-
Roaming those sand covered shores,
Barefoot and wandering
All I've ever known is what's in front of me.
I often sit and never take the chance to see.
I'm pushed around by the choices that I can't take back.
But I'm stuck because I chose to rest. So I can't even get mad.
It hovers in the lonely dark and wallows in the mind,
Sustaining broken fragments of a hard and harrowed will;
Impelled to life by whispered wailings, of those hearts, unresigned.
The rising of the crescent moon begins the wishing hour,
The stars erupt, align, & appear with enchanting power,
For lovers & dreamers, those lost & those found,
The clouds will dissipate,
These dreams that I have, they never make any sense.
Dreams at night when my head is on my bed.
Dreams during the day, when my head is on my hand, waiting for class to end.
Why do our minds want such grand things?
Hello University,
College life, where it all gets real;
The best years of your life!
Are they, really?
You are the tears that come from my eyes to soothe my sorrow
You are the will I have when I feel I can't carry on
You are the happiness I feel when I hear your voice
You are the strength I have when I feel powerless
What is a dream?
A dream is like a crime scene,
With evidence thrown about,
Just waiting to be figured out
So many details, clues, hints,
In one little spot.
Silence so loud.
Silence so cold.
I've never felt so alone.
You can't see it
you can't hear it
But its the thing we all fear.
Hope is lost.
Never found.
for now.
The moon, so bright and glorious be,
The light, for such a time as night, impossible!
Is such a light possible
Shining brightly above as I sleep?
My sweet dreams, tender and deep
Why can't dreams come true the minute you want them to?
Oh, I remember why.
It’s because if everyone’s dreams fell from the sky,
there wouldn’t be a reason why.
the stars align
in a set design
they climb
and strive
atop the clouded line
reminding
you of what you've become in time
don't let go
of what you've been told
I wish that I was what you wish me to be
A girl who follows someone else's dream
To be someone living a different life
Who has things she could easily get
In a tired wake of forgotten dreams, taken aback by its illegible scenes, dowsed in sweat unlike any stream, what manner of beast could have sent for thee.
She handed me a dream
and forced a promise out of me
Don't you ever let go, she said
Promise you won't let us go
We only have a little bit of time
this world is destined to fall
your place in it is fragile
There's a song for every story
a story for every song.
It's one thing you can count on in the days that are so long.
Remember the bell for recess?
I don't mean to obsess but I feel the need to confess, that I lack the finesse in addressing my internal distress regarding my regrets.
Now the dream starts with a pencil in my hand.
I could start now and have my whole future planned.
I sit here so many thoughts on my mind.
I think back and wish I could rewind.
I.
I always said I would live in a city like this
when I was old enough to run away
and not get caught. And now I live on a hill
that overlooks the place I once sketched from dreams.
So you want to be a singer and sing out your life
There are some who laugh at that dream in spite
So you want to dance, feel the wind through your hair
Some people laugh and say I don't even care
It was a tale of two
She was Hip
He was Hop
They met in a frequency
That no other knew of
At a pace so fast
That they left others behind
Since that moment
They stood hand in hand
I wonder what it feels like to drown in the sky
Dancing above the rooftops
Watching time fly by
Inhaling all the clouds
If I had a breath to breathe it’d rip it from my lungs
As I sank closer to the stars
Dark galore
The minute my hands shut the door
Blank music sheets spread on the floor
Spiderwebs on the stairs
Fast the day shall haste to greet thee
Haste to greet thy slumb’ring form
From twilight’s soothing arms arrest thee
Tossing dreams out to the cold
I thought I knew it once
Only to leave me helpless and exposed
I lie on the floor
Heart bleeding tears
And eyes forever lost
Sometimes its good
To know what you want in life
To have a direction
And a purpose in living
But then again
It burns inside
And brings tears to your eyes
When that vision is threatened
I’m like a minnow against the whim of the sea
I can’t let my heart get thirsty
Or it’ll make a slave of me.
I wake up musing
Still shadowed by last night’s dreams.
And fervidly before me,
10 days and counting
Until I'm out of here.
10 days and counting
Until life becomes clear.
10 days and counting
Until I switch the tassel
10 days and counting
Until life stops being a hassle.
Leaving high school behind
Family and friends staying home.
I'm going to college
And starting life on my own.
Michigan State University
Spartan pride
Known as party central
Interesting ride.
Late one night I woke up
climbed outside through a window made of redwood forests
stepped on a cloud and floated down to walk three inches above the ground.
The sky still tasted like hazelnuts
It seems the only place I care
Is in my sleep
Because the real world only hurts,
and causes pain.
No one pulls me down
inside my dreams.
It's a beautiful world there,
I feel so safe there.
Wonderful thoughts of endless wonder.
Flashy as lightning
Loud as thunder.
Big or Small
No limit at all
To the ends of the earth
and farther beyond
Nothing is impossible with God
Little babe, it's time for bed.
I've made a place to rest your head.
Little child, go to sleep.
It's there you'll find all your dreams.
There's a place beyond your eyes,
The sun squeezes through the tiny square in the upper corner of the practice room. I sit on the dusty tile floor.
I watch her setup notes for today.
God with us
God with us, I’ve heard it said before
But what does it really mean
to be with the Lord?
Going to college and leaving you behind
Will not be an easy thing
You are the love of my life
My first, my last, my everything
Broken street I’m forced to travel as ice tickles porcelain cheek.
Crystal leaves forbidden trail now, my traitor heart still beats for thee.
farther away
than one can imagine
dotting the sky
in a blanket
of comfort and insignificance
these stars
they watch us
and they see us
as we really are
I am thinking thoughts,
and thoughts are thinking me.
Dreams are drawing lots,
to which one it will be.
Be it will, make what you may,
and I will follow through.
Come the ill, or Death's game play,
(poems go here)
Let me ask you a question
When you look at your life what do you see?
Is it a story, is it a song?
Filled with the music of your dreams?
(poems go here)
This is a song of my heart, a letter of my soul
Welcome to my world
It's peaceful here
It's my sanctuary
Look at my sky,
All the pinks and purples
Dotted only by silver stars
I have no sun nor moon
Just my trustful stars
An Endless Descent,
Tumbling slowly into the deep.
Gentle waves above,
With Silver beams shining down.
Head over heels,
Sinking into the warmth.
Angel down floats by,
Coating the floor.
I am the odd dog that chases the bone
constantly blocked by flashy distraction
ignorantly running after unknown
the bone is like that of satisfaction
I have a dream in mind that I want to achieve.
I know the direction in which I need to go.
But how can I reach that dream if I don’t believe.
Its like my mind is covered in white snow.
"But Mom, you're dead," When you meet in your dreams.
Your eyes begin welling, hot and wet at the seams.
For a moment in time, in a dream's snug deceit,
thin, smokey angels hold you in sleep
I wrote you a letter but you never replied
And something was loosed inside of my mind
You can take a chance and call it independence
But you’ll be gone before your time
Metallic and clumsy, it’s running towards us.
forgotten and dropped from wind and dust.
rejuvenate the opera, you first heard Latin
forgotten and dropped from wind and dust.
we dream in beds of satin and gold
PHASE I
I have big dreams with standards set high
The same-old same-old, with me, won’t fly
I live in a country whose president looks just like me
Don’t know who he’s working for yet, but we’ll see
Living in a world full of skeptics,
I still find myself staring longingly into the distance.
I still find myself dreaming more than I consider reality.
I have my head stuck in the clouds.
Dreams can leave one broken-hearted
Thinking about the dear departed.
Angels come and carry the dead away
Where next to the lion and lamb they stay.
Those on Earth are cold and stale
Bed Dreams
Ah bed so soft and warm
I love to jump and play
In a feathery swarm
Every night and day
For a bed is a place that’s fun
Now if only
I actually had one.
I'm cut from a different sleeve, hey its a Cole World so the wrist'll freeze Hurry up with your pictures please I gotta make history. I got dreams bigger than your whole team, but y'all don't hear me.
Safe is a word that bounces in my chest, it holds my breath in after thoughts like "future"
Take it away, can you arrange my life so I don't cry at night?
My heart my heart, my fickle heart
Longs for the sun but lingers in dark
And aims for my love, but misses the mark
My heart my heart, my fickle heart
A sweet slice of moon observes
Impish figures shift their weight
Around a roaring blue-green flame.
Smoke licks the navy sky, a close friend
And metal flecks spray
From a cavern in the middle of the heat.
"Well La Da Da"
I asked God if He made you
But I never got an answer
The thought if you were the one
Ate at my soul like a cancer
The tears that would leak
When my eyes got weak
Will you dream with me
Take my hand
Though we don't share a destination
Just dream with me
You set your goals
I'll set mine
Then check on each other over time
I'll cheer you over each mountain
Dreaming with eyes open
Also known as hoping
Praying for tomorrow
with today's sorrow
Still on believing
Despite struggles we're heaving
Knowing we aren't sleeping
Though we are dreaming
I look to my left I look to my right but what i'm looking for is far out of sight. I see it! I see it! I see it! that's what I tell myself. I run and I run and I run til I run out of breath.
Shining in the darkness
A sea of golden stars
Twinkling at me every night.
The peace of the silence lulls me to sleep
The shimmering beckoning me
To a land of dreams and adventure.
I've taken things for granted.I've underestimated myself and the life I have grown in. Now it is time to make something of myself. I'm living life by the day like it's my last.
Never ending
Everlasting
Wondrous
Yellow
Outrageous
Rainy
Kindling
That is where I wish to be New York, New York.
Music is my life
Some would say it is my wife
I will attend school for music education
To get out of my current situation
Music is a little seed
That is now easy to read
Silver lines trace down a foggy pane;
Sliding, slipping through their descent.
A cold night glare streams through,
Showering the window with light
Stunning images like dreams stand shimmering on a wall
Coruscating stars
Seem dark in comparison
Jewels,
Frightened,
Leave their glinting beauty behind
Absent from our minds
Reality persists
We are delivered in realms of slumber
I held my dreams inside my hands so no one else could touch
Made sure they only knew my face so no one else could judge
I fed them big and made them strong so they could face the world
Do you hear that
shh, listen closely
Do you hear that
shhh, listen closely
Do you hear that sound
the sound of a homeless man begging for beer,
of children crying because mommy and daddy don't wanna hear
It's that aching feeling
That rush
That spark in your pupils.
As you look up, you see that man.
He's commanding every soul in the room.
How though? How can it be.
In a life of trust and beliefe,
One must forgive, one must forget.
In a mind of hopes and dreams,
One must consider, one must reflect on.
Ambition.
To strive, to feel completed
Everything that you may have wanted,
Are now the things you may have needed.
But tell me, What is Ambition?
The ability and hunger to go after your dreams.
I dreamt of a Kingdom in the Sky
Teeming cities and purple mountains
Stretching far and rolling wide
I dreamt of a great foundation
Cradled in the arms of the fallen
A black and blue, a bloodied nation
i have a dream
not one of those
famous ones that can
save the human race
or make this world
a better place
i have a dream
Dreams verses Reality!
We live in a Dream world!
Mommy loves Daddy and Daddy loves Mommy.
The perfect King and Queen kingdom.
Daddy is your hero. He is your knight in shining armor.
I live in a hood where dreams are unreal
People are idolize for drug deals and kills
I refuse to fall victim to Cleveland's curse
I rather fall victim to the jail system first
You were made for beautiful things.
You were made to touch the stars.
You were made to dream of blue oceans
or what it's like to touch Mars.
To never see the air,
but to always know it's there.
Asleep.
An abundance of joy overwhelms
The sadness I have today.
I dream of hidden treasures I shall soon see,
far away I will find them.
Awake.
I see them “dream snatchers”,
Snatching at my joy
Shrouded in Darkness,
A Spark of Ingenuity,
Hope ignites all.
Peace, Serenity
Hands all interconnected,
Mankind's problems all solved.
(poems go hPresent thoughts have driven me to find
Some dream in the future that I have in mind
Yes it has been official since I was a junior
Culinary was the one before but it’s not anymore
A distant Utter; a mythical Stutter?
In Youth, is It serious truth?
Must be fictitious; It is never to be serious.
But Observe! Another undefined curve!
For Play or For Real? They May both Seal.
May your journey take you far from this darkness
May your will to prevail heal the sting
May you continue on this lonely and unbeaten path
May this closure bring peace to you and the world
Close my eyes I dream of love
I fantasize of both of us
Combining thoughts like stars do dust
You... will become a part of me
Of all I see and think and need
Broken dreams too dark to see...
Close my eyes I dream of love
I fantasize of both of us
Combining thoughts like stars do dust
You... will become a part of me
Of all I see and think and need
Broken dreams too dark to see...
Constellation street is where the broken people go,
the ones looking for humbled heroes and forgotten dream.
It's where lost ones go when they want to be found
(because everyone needs to be found sometime).
Stop
Wait
Listen
Did I ever tell you, about the laughing Jester?
The one who lets his jokes fester?
Or the girl with the stars in her eyes
the one who left under October skies?
out of the deep at four am
to my bladders tidal calling
i waded up out of a dream
at the insistence of an organic
high tides inner pulling
i put my dream on hold
People in life sometimes need a shine.
You don't have to a star nor even a dime.
As kid you grow, and find whats inside.
Go on little kids, show how you can shine.
Show the world and life that theres nothing to hide.
(poems go here) Dreams take one.
Are they round or are they square?
Does it fear risks or does it dare you to dare?
Does it taste sweet now and turns bitter in the end?
Dreams take me places
places I would never go,
hoping to see familiar faces
So I wont be alone.
Dreams keep me company
When I'm in the dark,
They keep me alive
When there is no spark.
~chase your dreams
it took a lot of rocks
it took 10 times more stones
i took the wounds
i healed the broken bones
those were only things pushing me towards the throne
i never let you bring me down
This morning I died.
Earth abruptly ceased, carrying me to my end.
Solace of the pomegranate
Scented air captured me completely.
The dime-sized wound trickled
A crimson essence so pure it must be heaven.
Sometimes I feel lost in the dark
But I can hide it with a smile
And wait for the stars
Before reaching high
Challenges. My plans are like fogged glass
And nothing is new
Dear God,
Somethings I just don’t understand; like things must be extremely complex or my mind too inferior to comprehend, the things that plague the human mind, body, and soul.
As so many others before me,
I dream of a day where there will be no more debris
Debris of the lost and lonely
Debris of the poor and homely
Debris of the beat and anguished
Debris of the alone and languished
Sometimes
I feel so small
as if i were a blemish
on the face of the moon,
surrounded by craters;
as if i were a grain of sand
on the ledge of a mountain range,
overwhelmed by the cliff.
As children you’re taught
To live out your dreams
And the teacher watches
As your little face beams
But when you get older
You’re told to get real
And that’s when you hide
How you really feel
It’s a funny thing how they call us unique
But then turn around and hand us a rag of defeat
There eyes bleed through me like delicates on whites
Little did I know they were the thieves in the night
Life after college, it’s such a blur.
Paying off loans and doing work.
Falling in love along the way.
Exploring new places, doing new things.
Trying escargot in Frances Paris.
I like you when you speak
Speaking words from the many universes inside of you
Thoughts dance in your mind and overflow from your mouth
As if they were trying to break free
For a girl from a small town
She wanted a lot from a big world.
Tears and sorrow filled too much space,
She had to do something, it had to be erased.
“I had a dream”
A very famous quote.
A dream of unity.
A dream of hope.
Everyone has dreams.
Some good, some bad.
But one thing I must tell you
Is of one that I’ve had.
A president, an astronaut, that's what I had envisioned
An actor surviving a 28 car collision
A thread of untruth entwined into a white robe
Strobe lights imitating a holy glow
What happens to the dream
When it becomes reality?
Where does the dream go?
Will I just come up with another dream
To replace the old dream's empty spot
Like a shark replaces its teeth?
I only breathe twice a day,
As I fear the world
but yearn for it to tilt upon my finger tips
grazing the nerve endings
As for I am nothing more than a grain of salt
compared to the ocean.
When you’re little everything seems possible,
And you grow up thinking you will become someone remarkable.
Picturing yourself as a superhero or a doctor,
Maybe even a star player, a firefighter, or an actor.
New day different dream, New night different thought, Living life to the fullest because I know happiness can not be bought.
Dreaming of a dream thinking how will I accomplish, I wish I had the answer to be quite honest.
I don't want to sleep.
I want to think.
About the past present and future.
I want to remember how to forget, but I never want to forget how to remember. I want to scream to the world without ever saying a word.
This is the concrete jungle
With a pocket full of dreams
Where inspiration meets temptation
A city oy in a small town
The future is bright
My thoughts ride a higher train
Higher
Than intution
I have become new
As the days burn out
Cold comes out
My eyes become new
Along to the years ahead
My breaths wait inside
You'll come along in time
Winter holds the stories I've said
I told you the ramekins
are breeding.
You said that it's impossible,
ramekins can't fall
in love.
I said nothing
of love.
I am a charismatic girl, with big goals and aspirations
I wonder where I will be in about 5 years from now
I hear encouraging words from the angels watching over me in heaven
I am Nightmare.
Where am I?
Nightmare.
Who are you?
Nightmare.
How is this Possible?
Nightmare.
Who is Brandy? She's more than smooth brown skin and luscious thighs .. who is Brandy? She's more than her bald head and brown eyes .. who is Brandy ? She is more than her smart mouth and round back side .. who is Brandy?
When I was a child, this one question came up a lot,
“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
My answer was always “A teacher ,” but with that answer people fought.
Some nights I
get on my knees and
pray to my savior.
Hoping one day this
grind will bring a
reward.
So i can buy my
mama the finer things
we could't afford,Back
in the hood when all our
What happens to a dream fulfilled?
Does it soar into the sky?
And hang there like a cloud?
Or does it flitter into a heart -
Where it stays alive and never parts?
Perhaps it emerges in someone's smile -
Here we are
Here we stand
We are living out God's own plan
We are the children of the dream
I don't need another new year to start a change
I am a change
When we first met
It was a dream come true
Which i could never forget
Because it was only you
Who was there for me
When i was down
There i could see
It was you i found
To be
In.
The air is fresh.
Out.
Eyelids rise, open to the bright challenge
Brightness fades, leaving only a clearing.
The challenge remains,
yet the possibilities are easier to see.
In.
Lift every dream in the air
That has been caught up in some snares
From people that said that u couldn't
That also told you that you wouldn't make it in the real
So, lift every dream in the air
Lift every dream in the air
That has been caught up in some snares
From people that said that u couldn't
That also told you that you wouldn't make it in the real
So, lift every dream in the air
Those who wrote the law
full of special holes
riddled with exceptions
Their money flows
their hands reach
They claim power
but natural rights they cannot bend.
This inherent power
Dream, Dream
That's all I ever knew
I have a few
Dream, Dream
Don't you see
We are one, not three
Dream, Dream
My skin is dark
That doesn't mean I need a mark
i wanna live out this life in the nitty gritty. real, live, life. full of blood and sweat and dirt and clean, fresh air, and mud and grass. cause i want to break out of this old skin and fly with the seagulls in parking lots.
Got no money, job or car
But I know I’ll make it far
I’m about my education
But I’m reaching for the stars
Her name is but 12 letters long
Her height is only 4’11”
But she is a dynamo that ignites any stage she steps onto
Her blonde hair; infectious smile and extraordinary strength are something I envy
I remember the stars
in the night
they carried my hopes and dreams
I remember the stars
from years ago
I remember the stars of tonight
But even more, the stars
remember me.
Once the light
Of morning does show,
Dreams so bright
Away they go.
Must our dreams
Be lost in the light
But it seems
They never do fright.
I gaze up at the stars.
They twinkle down at me
as my mind wanders
and I’m numb with thoughts.
They twinkle down at me,
I admire their bright shine.
And I’m numb with thoughts.
Take me away.
I reached into the sky
But found nothing that I wanted.
I excavated the sea
Till I touched the bottom,
But found no rest for my desire
I walked along the earth,
Depleted, and alone,
I always thought that when I got older things would be different.
And not that things are exactly the same
But I think I'm still playing the same game
Dear Lord,
I've always come to church,
Always believed.
Yet somewhere, somehow,everything went wrong.
All my friends are left behind,
The school I once knew is gone,
(I saw you chasing a shooting star
but it was clear to me and all to see,
the star dimming and slowing down... You had caught it in your hand and tossed it in the air,
I had a dream that forced me wake
It shook my bones and made me quake
To wake to such an empty room
Mistake my dead love there did loom
So real was life before my eyes
Till thick with love and lavish lies
She sighed in despair after an anxious await
For a phone call from her latest mistake.
Rejected again for a night with the guys
She sits home alone and puts up with his lies.
Days
Flash
by.
Each busier than the last.
And nervousness
snakes
in.
Anticipation grows.
Excitement lies in wait,
strikes out –
swallowing
everything
whole.
dreamers think big, therefore big things happen
dreamers are the ones who can overcome adversity
dreamers are the one who are resilient when they are rejected
dreamers are the ones who can remove limitations
