what is a dream,
if not but a trance
if not but a dance
with you soul and your mind

what is a dream,
the colors you see
the shrieking the shrilling
filling the void

what is a dream,
it goes by so fast
and now it is past
and now... where do you go?

its 1 a.m
and im still awake
staring into the bright screen ahead
still breathing
but wondering...
does anyone care
do i cross anyone's mind
do i cross her mind
its only been 1 minute
im still breathing
and im still awake

thinking




still





quiet

sometimes my  mind waves
turn into landslides
with paths aside
turned around
going down
down down
with out a care
to stare
into the heart of a bear
or a lion of souls
mind waves
never ceasing to rest
undress
silence comes

lies
lies
lies
lies
lies
truth
?

sometimes my soul sinks underneath
what it's been and what it's yet to be
to feel the depths that is the sea
that darkness, it engulfs me

tonight it swoops
and takes a dive
but hopefully with the sun
it will once again peak and rise.

what happens when the inspiration is gone?
when the white page starts laughing
growing above you like a wall
will you cower and cry?
or lift up you chin with a grin?

what happens with that white page?...

i am a poem
i cry
i laugh
i sing
i weep
my life doesnt have to rhyme
but my soul it does change
every moment
shifting in silence
i am a poem

i feel so empty
i don't know why

this simple chaos
it fills my mind

i cannot sleep
i cant stay awake

the beast in my chest
rips a hole in my heart

im so empty
and itll only get worse...

still so cold outside
but the bird chirps soft then loud
hope towards soon progress.

this is a poem
or is it?