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Sep 2014
Im trying to wake up
from fuss and made up
images of circumstances
that didn't happen in real life.

I'm talking about dreams
and now i can't tell the difference between
sleep
and
awake.

It's the dreams of future events
when you sat and missed your chance
I call them missed opportunities
staring out the bus window
instead of living life inside the bus.

TO the girl that gave me a wink n a smile
I was too tired
and I missed my opportunity
to spend some time with you
all the while.

But to the old man who hissed at me with grey eyes
turkish feet
and smelly auras
pass-on old man
I have no time to listen to your stories
and swallow in your regrets
I'm too busy trying to live my life
and create my own mean habits
all the while.

But truly to the girl in my dream last night
that came up to me
taking action to the thoughts
that I did not act out in real life,
speak easy next time you see me
and I hope i don't ramble on
heart thumping adrenaline tunes
of overly romantic thoughts
I'm only trying to reenact what came to me
in a dream.

My balance is restored
and on my journey home I hope you show up
sitting in your car staring at me
all the while I was staring back at you
until we both gave each other a wink n a smile
and I thought
I hope this is not
sleep
and I'm
awake.
Matthew Manriquez
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Matthew Manriquez  El Paso
(El Paso)   
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