I learned in English class that dreams are limitless.
If I were to ever touch the stars,
I'm almost sure I'd be burnt by the aftershock.
It would leave lines of wonder on my skin,
and leave me breathless,
beyond what the normal expectation is.

Great expectations are hard to keep,
when you've spent your whole life being held down,
by 'what if'.

It's like your limbs are being sawed off,
cell by cell, nerve by nerve.
its like you've been wronged,
in the most eternal way.
its like your image of the night sky has been tarnished,
by the idea of all the dangers of the darkness.
you're chained to your regrets,
like a dog that's been caged.
it hurts more than the dullest blade.
I want someone to tell me the truth.
I want something to give way.

Speak.
Say what you may.
Just don't lie and
make me lose my perception
of reality.

I want to hear a poem that
sends shivers down my spine
and brings tears to my eyes.
I want to hear a poem that
speaks truthfully.
I want to hear a poem
that slaps me in the face,
and then makes me feel okay again,
I want to hear a poem that fixes depression,
and soothes the soul.
I want to hear a poem that answers my questions,
and solves equations,
and slams oppression right out of the park.
I want to hear a poem that whispers in your ear,
and puts the word righteousness on
the tip of your tongue.
I want to hear a poem about obsession,
something you can't live without,
something that makes your internal clock go tick-tock,
something that makes your mind form words,
and your mouth make them mean something.
I want to hear a poem that,

speaks

I fear death,
like a fish fears drowning.
Our veins are only blue because,
we're slowly suffocating,
from the inside out.
Our bones will one day shatter
under the force of gravity,
and we will one day never open our eyes,
to the hell that fools call paradise.

We all die someday.

Many say not a day too soon.
Fate is what it's meant to be.
Unpredictable, unstoppable.
It's no way linked to the
marionettes of time.
Time is a fable that we have made up,
in order for our minds to stabilize
in an otherwise maddening cycle,
where we face the world,
and wish we didn't have to.

Someday, it will all end.

We'll no longer be trapped
in a game of thrones over everything unnecessary.
Competition lies in everything we've come to know.
But when death is on our doorstep,
the end of time on our minds,
Time will stop.
We will listen to the sweet lullaby that is blackness,

And it will be over.

Death is sitting on my doorstep,
but I'll cast it aside to spend time,
with the demons hiding in the walls,
you're ****** and I'm sulking..

I thought we were supposed to be happy.

Shivering,
so hard that sweat,
pours from every,
cell within my being,
and for once in life,
I believe,
that the weather,
has dipped below,
my subzero soul.

These dark clouds are swallowing me,
your cards have been dealt and played out,
just another loss to,
store in the archive,
you probably saw me as,
a burden anyway.

Depression hits like rain,
the pitter-patter sound a tin-roof would make,
pounding down on worn
heart strings, tearing away at sanity.
We're all mad here, loves,

Welcome to insanity.

We'll all die,
but I'll live before I do.