In your dreams
you're a different person
could it be this-
that you prefer that version?

As I reminisce the Past
     I asked myself!
Was it all worth it?

I did my best,
achieved what we thought
we would never reach

Im sorry also
Dreams Cost allot
We lost
Our Smile and Our laughs

I learned , our past doesn't Define our Present nor Our present defines our past.

But we both knows there are still
"Better Days to Come"

I tell myself lies
To protect my ego
Twist what I know
Ignore the bruise on my pride
I tell myself lies
You enjoy my poetry
You feel very flattered by me
You may not care to see
Or even know me
But I tell myself lies
I pretend to believe

Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
Dispatches for the Colonial Office

                               The I.T. Department Goes Wild

We are subject to the whims of every I.T. blighter
But never have we heard
That Hemingway was locked out of his own typewriter

The name I made for myself.

It took me years of patience and effort, and I never spared a single moment for myself alone.

I had always relied on this goal of mine, a dream worth sacrificing myself for.

And then one day, it's all gone.

I'm forced away, hearts unsynced, and although it's also been a while, my heart remains shattered.

Because I realized that I'll have to go to sleep, and dream.

Being awake and dreaming at the same time is impossible, isn't it?

Because it had always been the name I once made for myself.