All he dreams about now is pale bodies wrapped in fake silk
Piled on the floor of his small apartment in the place he escaped to find his real dreams
He carries out symphonies with a single broken guitar string and a pen with barely any ink
He traced the words Help Me into his forehead until blood was dry and cracking in the wound
He says the funny thing about that is no one even noticed the scar afterward or the mess in the bathroom sink
His fingers are cloaked with Nicotine and his good friend Jack
All he wants is a little extra cash to get through the wasted nights
His mouth is always cranking into harsh smiles to show his perfect teeth
On occasion, which happens to be more than that, he spills truth from his eyes
and he lets girls stay the night
He is just wishing of features to be caught up in
He is just tired of giving up his dream to cure a thing people think they are required to never feel
His loneliness drives him to do horrific things
From my Dark Watcher series:
I walk within the darkness,
a soul damned to search,
throughout eternity, lost to
the ray’s healing light.
A cold that has invaded,
and thus holds reign, over
a still heart that cries out for peace.
How is it then, that as I gaze into your eyes,
passion’s inferno burns deep.
A shimmering of warmth,
to soften Hell’s wrath?
Or a dream that refuses to fade,
into the mists of eternal darkness.
Moistness I feel, as she lays her
alabaster cheek against mine.
Is it her tears, or my own?
As I close my eyes upon the coming
of dawn, she lies within my embrace.
A forbidden love forever mourned.
Kathleen M. Kohl/Levinski
consistency is hard to come by
he stands stoically there
but when the girl fights back, he'll intervene
dissociating, illusory life
smiling as she lay down to sleep at night
knowing she can use her imagination to reassure, surely, sure
that this isn't really her life
what a silly dream i had today...lasted about 17 hours
I'm over you
You mean shit to me
So why do I constantly
See you in my dreams?
I'm moved on,
I'm head over heels in love with someone better
You're long gone & out of my life forever
So why did dream I was looking into your eyes?
Why within my dreams,
I finally didn't want to die?
Why is it that when I saw your face
My broken heart began to race
But that's not fair my heart does not belong to you
For every chance I gave you,
But then again
I always blame myself
Maybe its my fault you wanted someone else
But if I'm still mad at you,
Why do I see you in my dreams?
This is much more difficult than it even seems.
It felt so real it felt like the old times
It breaks my heart thinking
We had to leave it all behind
Things could be different
If we both weren't so selfish
To fix the past would be my deep down wish
But I don't care
Atleast that's what I tell myself
But I do,
That's why my heart is in a jar
On the very top shelf
I tried more than once to fix things
But in doing so
Misery is all that it brings
I don't think I mind seeing you in my dreams
But once I wake up
I come apart at the scene
Some say sleep is overrated.
I don’t. It’s a precious time
to dream about you,
a time for respite,
a time for me to be alone
with my racy-thoughts
Certainly, I can do
without the nightmares,
who needs them anyways?
They make sleeping a bitch.
But for the record Darling Lady,
the great dreams about you
makes my slumbering all worthwhile.
Waking up in a steamy-sweat,
emptied (but blazing hard)
with my sheets in a huge heap
makes me feel,
feel so alive again.
O Doll Baby,
do you feel me, do you dream about me,
do you feel alive being in my arms,
under the stars above?
O you Dream Girl,
I can’t wait to fall asleep tonight!
I'm a realist, mildly an idealist.
My ideas create a mindset that allows me to express feelings
But I build up a wall, high as a skyscraper..I stand, as a realist I know if I jump, I'm bound to meet my maker. I don't think idealist are weak.
I just think they escape the honesty they seek.
You don't walk a straight line in order for you to finally reach your peak.
Obstacles come and go, water is a need if you want to grow, you can't have a lightbulb without an idea and expect it to magically glow.
I know every action I do and especially when I am wrong but I just want rewrite all my wrongs, they inspire all of my greatest songs.
Optimistic that I'll make it, I just need more effort than 50 percent
because you get what you put in, as a realist I know if you put in half, half back is all you will ever get.
People remember you mistakes, the heroics they just simply forget.
I can't stand when people think it's okay to live a life without any regrets.
Sure things happen for a reason and karma "may" have you enemies morally bleeding, but you ideology sounds misguiding and thought process misleading. Karma is an excuse to allow a higher calling contribute to your spiteful abuse, you don't want the crime on your soul so you allow the angels to fatally shoot. It's fine, before we die, we all commit a crime.
Women kill, men steal, just being in love should require you to do time.
Born a realist sinner...far from an idealist winner
Success doesn't come over night
The sweet life doesn't come until after you've made your dinner..and cleaned the plate, but we're never satisfied...nah, we going to probably eat again late.
Work hard for the dream, don't just rely in faith. A realist knows she may not show up, even when you scheduled a date.
It's all love to the victims, stuck in a fiction. If you hate this piece...your ignorance got you unable to listen.
Not my problem though. I'm speaking without any permission! I like that idea...oh Damn, wait...I think I jus become my own contradiction?
...forget it, I'm healing, my words and unpredictable wisdom, I am still dealing.
Insanity is a fear that is expressed towards you when others have confusion
A realist, an idealist..no one is right...our concepts to each other seem all an illusion.
Behind those eyes of blue-gray-green
Lies a heart of which is seldom seen
Though hard for some to realize
There's a world of pain behind said eyes
From drama of torn childhood
From doing bad but being good
To grown up tears of discontent
From words once spoken but never meant
And now with empty bottles past
With clarity one hopes will last
Can be seen a glimpse of inner peace
Of eager joy which begs release
Though years of numbness linger still
Denying freedom to laugh at will
A perfectly polished yesteryear
Cradles everything the heart holds dear
The memories of warmth and fun
Tarnish easily out in the sun
When walking backwards leads you blind
One can never leave the past behind
The farther away the better it seems
Even the nightmares look like a dream
Now, when walking heel to toe
Facing the way you want to go
The road's less bumpy for the ride
Obstacles faced with longer strides
The light behind those eyes still burns
As chapters end and pages turn
The book continues day by day
Joy slowly rises come what may
Living is what makes us strong
To do what's right when we've been wronged
And though that pain may never die
There's no place left for it to hide
It's worn dull by loves embrace
Displaced, in time, with joy and grace
And then those eyes of blue-gray-green
Will sparkle new with brighter sheen
For a heart that's swelled to greater size
Will be foretold behind those eyes
His hands ring in the upper classes.
There, in the morning light, his will
Is forged, bent, as truth, on ruling
This place, underhand, underfoot.
With shuttered ears divining his voice
The dim pupils see only what is said.
The top hand schools, topples all words
Ringing hands sing the song of fools.
How Headmaster trains on the heel,
A dagger strikes, the paper cuts
Exalted, his close minded hands,
See a Czar in the stony swagger,
And the student body, submissively lies
With his feet. Outside the college
The headmaster is heard. Grossly,
He is their dream and only shepherd.
I had a dream about us falling
Those three words rolled off your tongue
easily and it made me wonder if this was
I don't call you mine anymore and
you don't bother talking to me.
I guess it's true,
some dreams show the exact
Opposite of Reality.
the fact im hopeless romantic
wanting for prince
to fetch me up
go to his party
but i know
that will never exist
its only in my dream