Dream or Reality

A Dream... A Wonderful, Terrible Dream (in progress) Tuesday, December 16, 2008

I dreamnt of you last night, beautiful and free you were.
I had you in my sight last night, for a moment i did stirr
Wondering if you were really there or if you were to go away
Hoping your existence was reality in my present as there I lay
I thought maybe I had finally woken up from my nightmere
Only to find that it was all a dream and too much to bare.

I pray for you to come to me at night in any form
Then you do and my emotions roll in like a storm
At moments I struggle to hear your voice in my head
To visualize your movement or lying next to me in bed
Bitter sweet it is, to hear your voice and see you move
Knowing that when my eyes open wide, I yet again will lose

YOU is where where I want to be and where I've always been
YOU were my partner, my lover and my friend

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american nightmare

Lost, is the American dream, and its doubtful we recover. The days of peace and love are now a distant memory. Conflict is the theme of today, and the theme of tomorrow. Red white and blue are just colors now, with no true meaning. And our sense of patriotism is at an all time low. Even authenticity is in question. The middle class condition is worsening, thou the rich stay rich. The economy and the people are in a great depression. Young people don’t socialize, instead their memorized by false idols with no one to look up to. There is a sense of dismay, as if we know its all coming to an end. 

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Dream or Reality

Burn in hell with me, the sky smells of death-
laid to rest in a bath of blood.
I close my eyes as the light fades-,
now awake in a world filled with blight-,
not a living thing in sight!
The embers of the once known world glowing bright-,
somehow it still feels right.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I don't have much confidence in my poetry but these are just things i wind up writing down when the mood strikes.

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Distant

Newspapers with dirt filled pages of scattered
dreams fill the sidewalk with envious thoughts.
i day dream kicking and screaming, with
thoughts in my mind.
mimicking the childs useless, forgotten swing,
Rocking back and forth in my desk.

when no one's watching,
when the light seems to only be shining on me. For a brief moment I see
the colors reflect off something more than the worlds distant dull
transparent reflections of ourselves.

 

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Scattered words seem to circle around the room
a pencil box makes clicking noises to a song stuck in my head.

 

I start to hum.

 

Tap.

      Tap.

I can hear the rain. Clattering raindrops against the old school roof.

I half listen to the teacher's words, half forgetting where I am.

 

I look outside. Through the blurry window. 

Blurry grass and blurry trees.

Transparent but hard to see.

Everything same but unfamiliar.

 

 

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