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Kristin Kepner Jul 2015
If you want to believe,
all you have to do is,
find the reasons why
A mind that is stretched by new experiences can never go back to its old dementions
Kristin Kepner Jul 2015
Struck by lightning and I wonder if you are dreaming about me while you sleep, crisp white gown draped across your body, grey floors and pale blue walls, the hum of lights, soft flashes of red light, the ripple left by a still stream of drops, and all I can see is your rough unshaven face, and all I can think is do you dream about me while you sleep?

While I sleep you come to me in a dream, nothing but the wind carrying leaves through the park, I open my mouth to call your name, it felt like a wave crashing into my chest, not even a whisper could escape my lips, I stretched out my hand to touch you, you were so close but I couldn't move fast enough for you were gone, while I slept you left me in a dream.

While we sleep do we dream of the life we could have, the places we could roam to our feet grew sore, how many concerts we could have swayed at, how many children we could have named raised and sent to college, all of the nights we could have spent hand in hand by the fire, while we sleep do we dream about our life together?

While the city sleeps does it dream of its people, who will walk through the park, will they be in love, who will sit in the heaven kissing buildings, who will work till dinner, who will fight for their life in the building or someone give life, who counts the days bonded by Justice and steel, while the city sleeps what does it dream about it people?

But while the universe sleeps all I want to know is what will tomorrow dream?
Kristin Kepner Jul 2015
To blame someone with something
you couldn't find in your self.
Kristin Kepner Jul 2015
A cry for someone to help
Help lift the crushing weight
Weight that made it impossible to speak
Speak about how small I felt
Felt like I was a prisoner to you
You only ever held me down
I thought this was love.  But now I know its not. Love has many sides. Be on the right one.
Kristin Kepner Jul 2015
Late night drives on hollow roads
You called me just passed dusk
I waited for you as the night turned over
Your warm knuckles grazed my thigh
You tossed a small bag in lap
A small orange glow turned quickly into a white stream of smoke
I breathed in deeply and thought for a moment
Parted my lips just enough to exhale
You put your car in park and turned the key
You reached out your palm and touched my cheek
The night took her dark veil and laid it over us
You took me that night as you had before
Hiding from the world you said it was our secret
When you sat back I quickly put myself back together
Not even my red eyes could hide the tear that ran away
For in your presents I never felt so alone
The hollow road home was just as hollow as my heart
You have never kissed me except on the forehead to say goodbye
This time was no different
You drove away as if you never knew me
And as if you never as if you never cared to.

— The End —