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Lucid dreaming is the doorway
        to the unconscious.
So dream.
Do not stay closed
        behind cement barricades
        blocking the moon
        from shining.
Live.
Each second is for you.
The tumbling of life
         does not promise
            anything.
In one breath
you can have
        a time table
        handed to you.
A distinct framework
        of how much
        longer you shall be.
Stay in illusion.
Keep in mind
that very little
is worthy of
being screamed about.
Politics
        and
people games
        are not
         the substance
        of existing.
Picture colourful images
         that flutter
          playfully
            across the
           mental horizon.
A traffic light
      will
       blink
red, yellow, green.
A noise
        will dominate
         the shading sky.
These mean nothing.
Moments of distraction
        soon
         gone away.
Focus on fantasy.
Allow yourself
the freedom to
         celebrate
        the essence
        of harmony.
When you die,
       it will be
         your dreams
         that are
          remembered.
Breathe.
It's just
      a bad day,
      not a bad life.
 Mar 2016
jesse packard
I walk a path only few will tread
On a journey I shall not fear
Like those who stood before me
A warrior I will stand tall
For this has become my destiny
To find the life I once led
 Jan 2015
KM
There once was a boy
And along came a girl
They looked into each other's eyes

The girl saw everything
She saw him
She saw beyond him
She saw the vast ocean
That his soul was
But she got lost

The boy looked
He didn't see a spark
He saw her
But without the spark he didn't keep looking

So the boy and the girl parted ways
The boy looking for a spark
The girl looking for someone to finally be able to truly look in her eyes and see her light
I've always been able to see the truth in people's eyes. Only one person was able to see the truth in mine. I let my guard down then but nobody has tried to really look into my eyes ever since.
 Jan 2015
melodie foley
10w
***** tastes better than the thought of you and her
 Jan 2015
Forgotten Heart
you gave me
a tiny drop
of hope
when
i felt
completely
**hopeless
you are my hope my sweetie pie
 Nov 2014
nmc
Divine and merciful,
this failing,
the imperfection of the mind
that allows us to forget.

Unbound by the weight
of yesterday,
I step lightly
and pretend:

Today
I am new.
I am whole.
 Jul 2014
Nandini
Poems
On the
Sway of
Your hips
Night
And day.
 Jul 2014
MST
I have a college degree,
but no money,
a future in my eyes,
and that is all I can see.
Blinded by dreams of grandeur,
ignoring the fact that I am poor,
As success is in my future for sure.
Ignoring my surroundings I drive full speed,
not seeing the bump,
I am blinded by greed.
Hitting it and going off course,
running off the road and down a ditch,
crashing with immense force,
and my dreams die without a twitch.

— The End —