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Nov 2011
Laying in bed, searching for time
Musing the day and the thoughts scattered through my mind.
I drift away and my mind dances into sleep.
My brain wanders to places that can only happen in dreams.

One breath and I'm higher than you will ever be,
Up, up away, to a place you will never see.
But then my mind wanders across newly-trodden ground
To a new image that leaves me unsettled and unsound.
Every day I see this dream and watch it all come true,
Unfolding right in front of me, all I do is glance at you.

Oh, rip me away and drown me, my fickle heart says.
And to that I say, "Shut the hell up, I need my rest."
But still I lay here, thinking of this dream.

I fall and I fall, until I hit the ground, which is harder than it seems.
But here I stand, shaking cold, bursting at my seams.
A mist sets in and I'm more gone than before.
Oh look, the devils are here, cackling, knocking at the door.
This mess, this mess, this ****** mess. See what I've left on the floor.
Now look at me, I dare you. Straight into the eyes.
I have something to tell you,
No *******,
No lies.

Do what you please my friend.
Please, really do.
Be happy when you look in the mirror and stare back at you.
There's nothing better, nothing in the world, than being real,
Of having true character, personal zeal.

Stop faking and flaunting and dizzying around,
Perfection is *******, and there's nothing profound
I'm as fake as can be and I'll tell you now,
There's no way to reach it, no way, no how.
It's not a real place, you really can't get there,
That destination means nothing, nothing I swear.

So laugh away my friend,
Cry,
Cry harder.
Love from now, until the end.
Know who you are and just stay true,
Be there for yourself,

And remember I care, too.
KM
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KM
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   Robyn Kekacs
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