we are all born
with dreams that have a
but some expire
I jumped on one foot
with a stone in my hand
a smile in the eyes
and the wind in my lips
I walk on heels
in apparent balance
a lost child in the eyes
only silence in my lips
Walking through the dark wood
Alone , in the search of many answers,
Hiding his anger and face under hood
Holding his book full of chapters.
Eyes full of tears and regrets,
Looking at the moon with many questions
He is not afraid of danger but threats
Made him to go for different directions.
Heart full of broken dreams,
Soul with many fresh wounds and scars,
Sealed lips with full of pain and screams,
But it was all hidden by that hood he wears.
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We're lying, the shadows are casting
The time's unfolding, revealing all that it held too evident yet too concealed
The truth stands now, naked and sympathetically benign,
"Just a few dreams, a few more lies,
Is it too much that which we're asking?"
Indifferent, it's weaving finally
Unveiling, the permanence of the unsung darkness
Unveiling, the fleeting lustre, the pleasing ties.
Quite too often, life allows us to dream of the forbidden.
Hunters come back to haunt
who doesn't exist,
his ghost is still penetrating
through her shallow mind,
for a thousand years of playing knives,
she left there, undesired.
She thought "that would be enough"
it would be his revenge or punishment,
her vial was empty but he was a bloodlust,
words could cut and anguish could be unbearable, but tears will run dry.
The days turn into dust;
those memories she recollect
if he is seem to love again
maybe, she will find her faith
and her place.
She lost in dark with broken dreams
she knew it only leads her to death;
Why do people keep coming back
on those things they left behind?
We had big plans
You loved me once
I loved you too
I thought you knew
It went away
I chose to stay
Until you chose
Gave up, I froze
I see a dream
You're nowhere to be seen
Your dad is there
He was a friend
Momo's there too
I miss them both but you
Who knew I cared
I think I'm scared
I had a family briefly
Thank you for sharing them with me
I'm done with you
You're done with me
There's not much more to say now, really.
I wish for you to now be gone,
Out of my sight,
Out of my heart.
And Crazy lives ,
And never ending nights,
And painted skies.
I hold onto them as strong as I can
I hold onto the skies and the friends and the man
For I know when I'll no longer see the dark
This all will fade away
Nd there won't even be a mark.
Dreams and fantasies make me a different person...... And when they break...... I come back to my bruised self to cry.
Dreams are not only during sleep
But also in reality, its deep
Broken dreams are not meant to be
Maybe to set me free
Or to teach, but not to break me
The hope to dream again is the key
Staying like a dead tree
Is something i dont want to feel
Counting, one two and three
Witness the dream come true , is satisfying to see
Something Begins to Arise.
What is it?
Is it this a dream?
How can it be?
I am not happy!!!
It is NOT Love!!
It is SUPPOSE to be about Love!
This is NOT about Love!
WHO'S DREAM IS IT!!!!?
This is NOT what I want!
Seeds of Awareness
Am I living someone's dream?
What do you mean it is not my dream?
What do you mean it 's a program!
No, you are out of your mind!
I refuse to believe it!!
Where did it come from?
How did it happen?
Who is doing this?
No it can't be!
What is it's roots?
What are it's branches?
All I want is to be loved!
All I want is to be happy?
No things! I will not! I refuse to strive for riches!
NO! I will not be a LAWYER!
NO! I will not be a BANKER like you!
Riches! Riches! Riches! Don't you care about LOVE? !!!!
Does Love even exist in your heart for me?
Or is it a lie too?!!!
My Anger Stirs
Seeps from every pore!
How can this be?
It's ALL lies!!!
There was an uneasy sense of awareness when I begin to remember the pain and core of my suffering as I grew up. Within myself, I realize that I did not have the power to effect a change in my life for the better as a child or a teenager. I was still within the illusion of my cultural's & family's illusionary dream. As an adult, I become aware that I can choose differently. My anger pushed me on to take the needed steps toward creating something different in my own life.