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daniela Mar 2015
we were in the bed
of your truck,
the two of us so close
but not close enough,
just two mismatched hearts
trying to get along.
i was trying to memorize the stars,
so i’d be able to redraw the constellations
we looked at that night  
for when i get lonely,
for when you’re not longer here.
and it was like
you could hear all my
over-thinking-this thoughts
buzzing around in my too-full head,
it was like you could see me
bleeding poetry out of
a borrowed heart;
it was like you could tell
that i was already preoccupied
with months from now,
too worried about
what comes next to even
be here right now
because you turned to me,
and you said,
“i’m right here. you’re right here.
so just… be here.”
because i’m the kind of person
who’s always waiting for the fall out,
i’m the kind of person
who’s got all
the escape routes mapped out
before we’ve even started driving.
because i’m the kind of person
who just kind of expects things to have
an expiration date,  
expects things to crash and burn
instead of fly,
expects things to fall apart.
because you of all people know how
easy it is for those of us with the
dreamer’s disease
to get caught up in all the lights.
and when you smile at me
with your not quite crooked teeth,
sometimes it can be so bright
it’s blinding.
there are a thousand unwritten poems
hiding in my shaking hands,
there are whole universes
hiding underneath my skin,
and i swear,
i would give you
the ******* grand tour
if you only asked me to.
you of all people know i don’t
believe in much.
and maybe i could believe in the way
the stars looked that night
with a little persuasion,
but i already know
i believe in the way your eyes
looked that night.
darling, no bible needs to
convince me of that.
i definitely wrote this song after listening to tim mcgraw by taylor swift and thinking too hard. no regrets though.
Stone Fox Feb 2015
THE COUNTING OF THE HUMAN HEARTBEAT PER SECOND IS THE TRUEST FORM OF PHYSICAL EXPRESSION FOR TIME ITSELF.

WHEN TIME GETS PHYSICAL THE DREAMERS SUFFER MOST, WHILE THE IMMORTALS WHISPER THROUGH THE LEGENDS LIKE WIND.
Nina McNally Feb 2015
Now here we are, what have we become?
Our world is not like it use to be... It's
Very messy now, and people not caring. What happen here?
Our world needs our help! What happen to this
Culture? We were suppose to be the dreamers
And  the creators, but wait!! It's not too late.
If* we start now, we could still save our world and maybe the
Next generation can do better; *learn from our mistakes.

Everyone: We're all in this together!!

*Together we can change our future!
Written on February 18th, 2015
©McNally, Inc.
Title and inspiration (as always) from Fall Out Boy
Just something I wrote tonight before I head off to bed.
Leo Letters Feb 2015
Through cage's cracks
I peeped and saw and dreamt
As time on balloons tied swiftly on my wrists
A Cheshire smile
worshiping dreamer's street
Into the wild, I walk
stirred and filled with cheated blood
the greed to bleed and feel
Mad convulsing desires;
I am death. I am reborn. I am free.
High on tall structures
Amongst others
Floating mechanically in the air,
the broken bird is finally uncaged.
Graff1980 Jan 2015
Come all ye dreamers and dance the dance of inspiration
Fill thy void and ignore the screams of those who stink of desperation
Forget the fools who told you what could never be
For a dreamer’s greatest gift is to see what is yet unseen
To gaze upon the future and know  what will be
Spin around and take a sideways glance at all realities
Be hopeful and be wise dreamer, but above all else
Accept no confinement and strive to be your greatest self
L Nicole Jan 2015
the thing about me is that i am a dreamer
i imagine far away coasts and stormy seas
in my bed while listening to fantasia on greensleeves

i imagine i have it all
being charmed by the prince of the renaissance
a forbidden love between big and small
in my bed listening to 12 danzas: oriental

but i suppose time is fading for us dreamers

the coasts are fading and the storms will reign

for we learn to remember

they are only dreams and dreams will come again
was listening to classical, im such a dreamer
Sophia Jan 2015
It's alright
that emptiness cradles my chest

and it's okay
that breathing has become a vigorous task

it's fine
that my thoughts have turned into dormant volcanoes

it's ok, it's just fine,

after all, dreamers are meant to be sad, are they not?
Shannon Delaney Dec 2014
i injected caster sugar into my veins and i’m still waiting for the high to hit. i drew a smiley face on the desk at school and they called me a delinquent and i think they overreacted a bit, and they said that dreamers never go anywhere in life, but i’m writing this on the moon.
part of a story from a while ago
James Alexander Dec 2014
The call is for the dreamers but we never sleep
we are always up to date always awake
because though we can tell you the integral of an exponential function there are still some mysteries we can not equate
but wait there's more in store for the young man in the back of the class. each and every test he barely passed. Smiling like everything's fine at every girl that pass  
but won't say hi because he's still living in the past.
But when we let the past pass we're left with the present of the present and we dream again until the next passing of the past.
Emily Oquendo Nov 2014
I dream of freedom but it cannot find me even though I shout
that I am here and though I fear the feelings and my doubt
sometimes it's pure agony
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