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Apr 2016 · 415
Just stop already.
Reverie Dawson Apr 2016
"I want it because..."
"But I'm already broken..."
"I can't change..."
"You don't care..."
"I can do whatever I want..."
STOP.
LIES.
I...

But...

But I want...

STOP

breath

I am nothing

STOP!
YOU ARE WORTH IT
NO MORE COMPLAINING
THINKING YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE HURTING
STOP
STOP
STOP


Stop fighting yourself *

Look up

looks down*
STOP

FACE IT

but...
STOP.

Think

open your eyes

get up

hold your head high

But I can't...

YES YOU CAN.

DO IT.

if only you understood you can't fully control every day
come on child
listen to my words
stop feeling bad about yourself
STOP
because you are missing the wonderful, mystical moments with your head down
There is a war in my head, one that is hard to win. I want to sit and fall yet there is something....someone pushing me to STOP crying and to stand up.
Dec 2015 · 708
Unseen sadness.
Reverie Dawson Dec 2015
Angel laughs, smiles and sings.
Her figure like an hourglass, her eyes like the sea.
She walks with elegance pose and class,
Taking in every moment like it's her last.
Her length is rather tall, but she is pure perfection.
Her smile is wide and white gleaming through the night.
Her voice is soothing and kind to the ears.
When she looks upon you, you are filled with tears.
-
For how could anyone be so kind?
"Miss?"  She turns around toward me and smiles
"Why are you so happy all the time? For it looks like misery has never touched you."
"Like you know your destiny and live in your own fantasy. Tragedy slips over you, there is sure to be an endlessly flawless melody revolving around you."
"So I say yet again, why are you always so happy? "
She leans in and whispers
...
I'm not
I'm broken.
But you would never know that.
Jul 2015 · 385
He was...
Reverie Dawson Jul 2015
He was a dream.
A moving shadow filled with stars that bloom.
His light and darkness that followed him was fading together till you didn't know the difference anymore.
Were the dream walked death followed, misery also and yet..happiness.
How could there be so much pain in the shadow and yet still be able to keep walking into the night? Keep pulling itself.
But don't assume that the sorrow that gloom's around him is his, cause he carries around yours too.  
He drags your past and future on a chain.
Every word, every thought, every hope.
He was the only thing...the only starry shadow that stayed.
His eyes filled with the movement of the galaxies.
But...like I said he was just a dream.
Jun 2015 · 1.1k
Ageless.
Reverie Dawson Jun 2015
The delicate sky glowed.
The pink and the blue transfixed me.
The clouds...oh so dreamy.
Such a lovely discovery to find and blind me.
Bear in mind that leaving behind such a kind and unconfined sky broke me.
Wishing to feel those wings on my back, spring from me and cling to the heavens.
And that's all I see in your glass eyes.
With you by my side looking at the timeless infinite sky.
When the grass cease to exist...
We shall be ageless.
Jun 2015 · 608
Left behind.
Reverie Dawson Jun 2015
I just can't tell anymore.
But if it will happen.
It will happen.
Or leave me behind.
It will make me happy.
Or it will make me cry.
It shall make me dance into the night.
Or cry on my knees.
I yet don't know.
Jun 2015 · 430
Nothing.
Reverie Dawson Jun 2015
She gave her heart out when she was young and now she breaks everyday....I wish that on no one.
Something is wrapped around her small heart and pulling her tugging her further and further into nothing.
Jun 2015 · 1.4k
Smile.
Reverie Dawson Jun 2015
That amazingly blazing smile you have on your face when you are talking.
I look into your eyes that look like night sky's.
They are broken.
But your smile still holds firm.
Never going away, obeying what your mind is telling you.

His smile is gone, his head is down.
His mind say's nothing of a smile.
Just hurt.
Just hurt is in his eyes and his face...

Is there a difference?

A smile.
No smile.
A laugh.
No laugh.

It's all the same my dear.
But your eyes...oh your eyes tell me different.
May 2015 · 1.1k
Punching bag.
Reverie Dawson May 2015
I know we are both human.
We both make mistakes.
But I 'am NOT your  punching bag.
You are scratching, shoving, and crushing me.
And I'm trying to run, jump and duck from all the words you throw at me.
But it seems like the ground is rumbling and turning me around back to your horrid words.
And it feels like every word that you speak brings me down.
Each word breaking and taring me slowly.
I guess I am your punching bag after all.
I'm fixed up with tape and glue, holding on by a cord.
May 2015 · 757
Take my hand.
Reverie Dawson May 2015
She whispers to the stars and birds that live in the night sky
"Take my hand, let me fly with you. Oh please. This tree that I'm standing on can only go so high..." She reaches to touch the sky, but falls short...yet again.
And she is stuck gazing, but never close enough. And is left still trying to fathom, to accept...that she will never be high enough. Her hope leaves, taken by thieves in the night.
May 2015 · 530
Gone.
Reverie Dawson May 2015
I'm falling
my hand is
slipping
from yours
and you
don't notice.
May 2015 · 1.2k
My Path.
Reverie Dawson May 2015
There is something wrong along this lifelong road I am on.
This unsound trail, this confound lifestyle.
I'am crowned the lady of this daft road and little by little seeing how mournful and harmful it all is.
This path we all tread.
I walk with my  heart in the palm of my hand and set apart my mind from my heart.
Trying to restart my bleeding heart and sense of mind that set me apart.
I would blame you.
And run through this numb world.
But I'm pretty sure I did this to myself.
I'm fearful that I will never return, and I yearn for the time when you can look into my blood shot eyes and see...
Oh see
That I need you.
May 2015 · 2.8k
Love with Knowledge
Reverie Dawson May 2015
I can see in your eyes that you are hurting, but you won't let me help.
I break inside seeing you crumble.
That I can't hold your hand to help you keep going.
That you will not rest.
You laugh every time I'm with you, but It's fake.
And you are awake, but still closing your eyes so people won't see your blood stain eyes.
Do you think suffering by yourself makes you tougher?
Dear love,
If you think hiding what's going on well make it better, just to wait till you die inside.
It's not.
Set upon some of your problems on me.
And if you stumble, and start to crumble yet again,
I will be right beside you.
Falling right beside you.
Bawling with you, crying with you, baring your struggles on our backs with you darling.
I love you.
Can't you see I'm not leaving you?
You won't hurt me.
It's love with knowledge.
Knowing that I will love you till the day I close my eyes for the last time, even in the happy and romantic times to the sad and angry times when we yell and want to run away.
I will hold your hand now...
even if you pull away from me.
I can't let you keep walking down this path.
I can't.
And I will keep trying to help you my love, until my heart beats slower and then not at all.
Apr 2015 · 1.9k
Daydreamer.
Reverie Dawson Apr 2015
Daydreamer thinking this world is something it's not.
Standing on stairs made out of air, climbing higher and higher with his eyes closed and his hands behind his back.
With the dark drying up everywhere behind him.
His dreams brighten up this world that does not know it's black.
The daydreamer is fighting off this fog that is trying to tear his mind out from him and not even knowing.
Daydreamers battling with there eyes closed softly.
Trying to forget the ugliest days, and making the day blossom in their mind till the day is bright with a incomprehensible glow masking all the gray and loneliness.
The daydreamer holds on to the hope that everything will be alright someday.
Never dampening that hope, but feeds it with their Anticipation on what the future may bring.
Daydreamer is the only one when they close their eyes it's not dark, it's not dim, it's bright.
And not only seeing the light as an adventure and a reality, but also the dark.
Apr 2015 · 618
Time.
Reverie Dawson Apr 2015
All good things come to a end.
You hope for a eternal relationship.
A timeless romance.
But our time is limited.
We only can live temporary.
Time is not everlasting.
You and your loved one will get older as seconds turns to minutes and minutes hours.
The clock is ticking continuously.
Never stopping when you are hurting or want some peace of mind.
Never forget that there is no infinity.
Appreciate this time you have with your loved one cause one day you will turn around and see that he is not there.
Time has got to him.
Engulfed him.
And you are left alone.
And you wonder were all the time went that you thought you had.
Don't let time fool you, into thinking you have eternity.
Apr 2015 · 1.1k
I'm tired of it all.
Reverie Dawson Apr 2015
I'm tired of me looking at myself and hating what I see.
I'm tired of crying when no one is around.
I'm tired of waiting for that one person to see that I'm hurting.
I'm tired of hoping, praying, screaming that someone could hear me.
It's like I'm in this big white box that has enslaved me.
Unable to see if anyone is looking at me or crying for me.
Unable to hear my screaming cries that ties me to this...cold and damp earth.
This earth filled with people dying, crying trying! trying so hard to fly away from all this.
I'm tired of pretending everything is going to be alright.
I'm tired of lying to myself, hiding, tying to fight my own mind.
Striving trying to laugh at those small but big things that are cutting me down, and tying me to this chair beating me.
All those colors I used to see in that big wide open space is gone.
Those stars bring me deep into my mind were I'm lost and wounded.
I'm tired of hurting.
Seeing anyone else hurt with me like this.
I break for them.
I can't do anything about it.
So I'm here writing this down, siting on my small bed and trying to block out this world.
Crying to myself.
Writing again and again and again.
Is that really all I can do?
I'm painting myself a picture of how I wish everything was.
And it's draining.
I'm failing.
Reverie Dawson Apr 2015
Why does pain have to control so much of life?
The sickness, misery we all feel.
It captures us.
It sits in our brain, breaking us down seconds at a time.
It stings and rips me of my wings of freedom.
And leaves us left feeling alone and abandoned.
Pain strips me of my wings...my only delight.
The shadow of a arrow follows me.
Waiting for me to say when the pain is too much.
When the pleasures of this life are gone from me and I can't see the smiling gleeful faces of yesterday anymore.
Tomorrow sorrow itself will mourn with me.
Pain strips us all of ourselves.
Blinding us from the exhilarating, fascinating, contentment of this world.
But was there ever contentment in this world?
Or was it the sorrow that made us think like that?
Like this world can make us happy...
No.
The pain has stripped me of everything but has opened my eyes, to the cries of the lost.
Apr 2015 · 469
I'm not my skin.
Reverie Dawson Apr 2015
They don't see the real you,
all thy see is the scares on your arm.
They don't know you,
They judge you, for your scares.
They don't know your spirit, thy only stare.
They think they know your story by looking at your outer skin.
They don't know you.
They are shocked and frightful of you and yet they cry for you and you don't know why.
They aren't the ones that went through the painful,  daunting moments.
They think I'm my skin.
They don't know ME.
Why can't they see that?
Could I ever show them the pain I went through? The battles I have lost?
All they see is scares.
I try to cover it up, but there eyes lock unto your arm.
And the moment replays again.
They will never know the real me, I will hide it deep within.
Cause they don't want to know me, all they want to do is stare.
Apr 2015 · 514
My weak heart.
Reverie Dawson Apr 2015
You are my shortcoming.
Weak spot.
fragile ground that I have to walk on oh so carefully.
Mentally I cry as I run by you, rethinking why I’m descending downward, looking for an ounce of logic or reasoning, I’m becoming psychotic and idiotic.
This glass covered in dust that I’m walking on surrounds me, and the dust bounds and grabs me and I’m astounded.
You’re mind is like glass, easily shattered if I utter breathlessly or otherwise carefully words of opinion or notion.
  And yet again I ponder why I feel this way towards you.
I have to watch my words next to you or you will become furious and serious,you become a dazed, crazed man that harms and alarms me.
And still, my emotions towards you are messed up at best.
I’m depressed and stressed.
I’m getting further and further distant from that glass heart that is abstract art.
Why do I stay?
My bruised and abused heart can’t take this anymore.
Apr 2015 · 372
You could go anywhere.
Reverie Dawson Apr 2015
The world is so fascinating, captivating, dazzling, outstanding, enchanting and yet frustrating.
Our minds are so complex, within a mere minute you could feel beautiful, elegant like the elements around you are collapsing, crushing, trapping you in this angelic, delicate painting.
But then out of the blue you could feel betrayed, like a blade was grabbed and stabbed in your back.
They stand side by side.
The two intertwined so tightly together.
Let our minds and this world take us to amazing locations waiting, waving at us to draw near.
Apr 2015 · 241
The starry night.
Reverie Dawson Apr 2015
The stars all hold there own story.
This stupendous sky, that can mix with ordinary colors to make something
extraordinary, it’s so striking.
Who knew colors and shining objects could be so touching?
It clutches my heart,Looking at the sky it’s like my heart is departing from me and I can’t breath.
And all I can do is fix my eyes upward.
Nearby a light a shimmering light is passing me by, It’s a shooting star. I beam, it’s blazing.
Sometimes, just looking heavenward lifts my spirits up.
And it’s like the heavens are taking my hopelessness, fear and despair in the air far away, and I just stare.
And in that moment it feels as if my soul is electrified, that passion and warmth just falls on me.
I know it’s hard to understand but the sky does that to me.
Then in that majestic moment I close my heavy eyelids and dream.
And fall into the uncharted twilight.
Apr 2015 · 221
Where is the real me?
Reverie Dawson Apr 2015
I'm lost,
The light is leaving me and I'm lost in that moment.
I'm becoming alone.
Cold.
I'm filled with regret and hate.
When did this start to happen?
Those who I thought cared for me left.
Those that I thought would be my life.
My dreams.
They left me.
They walked away and took all of me with them.
The inside of me is gone.
I can't move,I'm paralyzed.
Where did I go!
Mar 2015 · 328
It's hard but bearable.
Reverie Dawson Mar 2015
Her smile hides everything.
Her eyes are piercing.
The way she walks it's like she has no care in the world.
Until, she goes back home and closes her door, and she crumbles.
The night is over her face is puffy, and there are stains of tears are on her cheek. She puts on makeup and gets ready.
She stands by the door.
Ready to face this world and what it has to throw at her.
With a smile.
The world will not know what hit it.
They all think they can bring her down that easy,they thought wrong.
Mar 2015 · 274
Shadow
Reverie Dawson Mar 2015
You think he will never leave.
You have that flutter every time you speak with him and his smile, oh his smile.
But you have that feeling, that feeling when he finds a better girl you are that shadow.
That shadow of a friend he once new.
That he spoke to every day.
But now you are just a piece.
A piece you don't know if he wants anymore.
Mar 2015 · 268
Endless words.
Reverie Dawson Mar 2015
Endless words that can bring joy, pain, happiness and sadness.
I don't think people see how much words mean.
How much a single word can hurt.
How it can bring up a person or bring them down.
How it will bring a person to dance there heart out or make them go further in there mind and away from love.
A single word.
ONE WORD.
can change everything.
You could bring a person to consider suicide, or to stop what they are doing and see what there life really means.
How they could make a person think there life is nothing and worthless, or to see how loved and how great there life really is.
You can help push them to go forward and tell them they can do it, or that they will fail.
Endless words that could save people.
Lives.
A heart.
A smile.  
Don't you see?
Mar 2015 · 292
Fading
Reverie Dawson Mar 2015
Don't try to fix me I'm broken beyond compare, aren't I? Can u hear me crying at night when no one's there?
Maybe I will shall rise above the ash.
This broken heart, that fell down that dark hole shall stay there, do we need a heart to live?
Are we all lost but don't know it?
Don't know that there heart is slowly fading?
Mar 2015 · 328
Don't give in.
Reverie Dawson Mar 2015
You feel pain when he walks by,
You feel lost when he looks your way,
You break a little every glance.

Don't give in.

He preys on the weak,
He demolishes hopes,dreams,faith and life.
He takes your heart with a smile and leaves you crawling on the floor for awhile.
After that empty morbid time he will come back.
But you are still broken and he thinks it's fun.
But you can't help but fall all over again.

Don't give in.

You give in a little and you fall yet again,
You think you will never get up from this hole.
He drags you down further and further every second.

Don't give in.

You don't need him.
You don't need his fake love.
You don't need his embrace.
Let him go.
Let that dream that he would change go.
Walk away and never look back.
He will come back without a doubt.
But don't let him in.
Don't let him bring you down.

Don't give in.
Mar 2015 · 273
Why can't you see?
Reverie Dawson Mar 2015
Shes says she is fine,
He says he is not hurting,
They both smile, and walk away.
Shes cry's softly,and he runs away.

So much lying and crying it breaks you.
Have you ever thought that that person feels the same way you are?
He say she is fine, she says he is okay.

But the next day, she is broken on the floor and he is nowhere to be seen.
Feb 2015 · 277
Gone?....not yet
Reverie Dawson Feb 2015
A glistening tear escapes his eye.
He hurts but hides it.
He is broken but try's to ignore it.
He is incomplete,
Gone.
Broken.
People say he is never to be healed and never to be loved again. Gone to this world, gone to himself.
They say his heart stopped beating a long time ago.
torn from him.
But is that so?
Because I was sure...I heard a heart beat.
Feb 2015 · 339
Well you join me?
Reverie Dawson Feb 2015
What would it feel like
To be swept of my feet? To be surrounded with clouds, color?
To leave this hard cold ground and to be with angles?
To fly.
To fly to the galaxies far away.
To hold a star.
Would I still feel lonely?
Would I still feel like I don't belong?
Maybe.
Am I going to sit here and just dream all this?
Oh yes, but you better believe that I'm gonna jump.
I'm gonna jump and have faith, that I will fly.
Are you coming with me?
Take my hand.
Close your eyes.
And lets free fall into the unknown.
Feb 2015 · 351
Don't go.
Reverie Dawson Feb 2015
I feel like I can reach out and touch you,
That I can take you that I can fly across the sky to meet you.
Your my light in this dark place,
You shine bright orange and cast dancing shadows all around.
It's like I'm in a dream, and I don't want to wake up.
I don't want to wake up and see everything shinning, when it's shinning you vanish from my sight.
Right now all I want is your glow to lead me home.
That soft light, that never wavers.
My eyes can't find you when it's bright, they lose you.
You are a comfort to me.
Dear moon, don't leave me here.
Alone
In this bright world.

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