Words across summer pages
Later burned in winter fires
Release that which holds yee so
Let them all go

Midsummer nights
Warm and unrest
Tossing and turning
Longing to be cold

Midwinter nights
Cold, still unrest
Curled and shivering
Longing for a bit of warmth

Midsummer dreams
Of content and ease
Midwinter dreams
Of peace and escape
Forge on, dreamer
Forget not
For it is the pain
That makes strength

- Jay M
December 8th, 2020

Wandered!

I was a dreamer
When you were a dream
You were a dreamer
When I was a dream

Thus
We are
A dreamer
With a dream
A dream
That holds a dreamer

A tale of us

I heard you were quitting,
I guess it's that frustrating.
The monster inside laughing,
He can feel that he's winning.

Are you choosing him to take over?
Already declaring him the winner?
Telling yourself you're a loser?
Because you became a quitter.

Your creations are work of art,
everything came from the heart.
You need to go back from the start,
think about how you'd got this far.

It was always your sweet escape,
it was your emotions that helped you create.
A masterpiece that people can relate,
to the extent they can feel your heartache.

Remember the times you started writing,
those times when you were breaking.
Those times when you were hurting,
those times when you were drowning.

It made you get up and fight,
it helped you restore your might,
When everything doesn't feel right,
you sit down and start to write.

So now grab a pen and a paper,
go ahead and try to remember.
The reason why you became a writer,
and the magic behind "The Dreamer."

It was a gruesome place
Blood
Weapons
Everywhere
Bloodshed.
Betrayal.
No one could see happiness
Just
Tears
Darkness
Doom.
But the dreamer of Hell
Was worst
She laughed
At the bloodshed
Cried
When it stopped
She is
Not afraid
Of anything
She always
Sees her death
Clearly
So
Gruesome
And ugly
And so
To thwart
Her only fear
She kills
Others
To stay alive.