This is what happens
When a Hope meets a Dream

A Hope wants something
It yearns, desires, and wishes
It survives on progress
A Dream is a fantasy
It's fragile and cherised
It survives on delusion

But when a Hope meets a Dream
And the Dream looks
A little like progress
And the Hope is
a little deluded

It can seem like a miracle
Until they both destroy each other

She made murals from the red flowing off her hands.
Every splatter a deeper shade.
Her cadaver looked like an old relic, adorned with cuts and scratches, weathered from years of savagery.
Every scrape on her hide created a deeper gouge in her diminishing heart.
She etched her pain deep into the walls, just like the nightmares in her conscious.
She relived her pains every night, calling out for mercy, as if she was the sinner.
But oh she wasn't, because she was the sin.
They called her 'The Lady in Red', she was anything but.
Outside she wore a mask of sinful allure but her insides were ashes and her soul drowned in black.
 
Every splatter she made with her ichor, she wished for cessation, for her pain to end.
 
But, alas, she had to do it herself.
 
She stepped into the grave, face burning with salty trails, her throShe made murals from the red flowing off her hands.
Every splatter a deeper shade.

Her cadaver looked like an old relic, adorned with cuts and scratches, weathered from years of savagery.

Every scrape on her hide created a deeper gouge in her diminishing heart.

She etched her pain deep into the walls, just like the nightmares in her conscious.

She relived her pains every night, calling out for mercy, as if she was the sinner.

But oh she wasn't, because she was the sin.

They called her 'The Lady in Red', she was anything but.

Outside she wore a mask of sinful allure but her insides were ashes and her soul drowned in black.

Every splatter she made with her ichor, she wished for cessation, for her pain to end.

But, alas, she had to do it herself.

She stepped into the grave, face burning with salty trails, her throat acidic with the words she never said.

I was falling apart just like those dry autumn leaves that fell from the trees into your hands.
Oh! how I wished your hands held my broken pieces, just the way you held those leaves.
Oh! how I wished you sew my broken pieces together with the warmth and passion of your love.
Oh! how I wished all of this was true, but your love; it was just a dream, just an illusion, just a fantasy playing in my head.

Coffee is bitter like
stomach acid burns
when bile rises up
from god's laughing throat.

He who woke up the sleepers.
Those who dream in paradise.
Dreaming with unseeing eyes,
serene smiles, bleeding, breathing,
competing for conscious time.

Awake to this stinging feeling, like
teething, skin peeling, ears ringing;
no sound, no silence, ambient fuzz.

Let me live in a dream.
Let my thoughts blur into
one.

Life feels like a nightmare,
Every time I open haunted eyes,
Each day brings fresh pain and
Agony to no surprise.

I try to get up yet I can't,
All I can focus on is the ache,
The reason I'm unable to escape,
Is because I'm already awake.

This bad dream became reality,
Although it's difficult to accept,
I need to confront my problems,
I know I have not overslept.

I wish this was all in my mind,
A fantasy I made up in my head,
But this is real, and so much darker,
Than the nightmares lurking in my bed.

In the darkness of the night,
From where comes the dove,
Materializes
Your envoy of love.

Here for your privelidge,
He fits like a glove.
Wear him like midnight,
Your envoy of love.

You can count on him.
You won't be let down.
The spectre in the night that comes to you
Is the diamond in your crown.

He's nothing but a dream,
Your imagination
Moving in the shadows of your room.
He is the part of you
That will not let go of hope.

He is everything you see,
All and much above
The highest dream you have,
Your envoy of love.

Keep him to you self.
In verse, cantillate of,
But always hide in code
Your envoy of love.

I would have liked to live from a world long ago,
Where dragons felt real and mythology was known,
I would have liked to talk about the gods,
Their shapes and sides and their place in the home.

I would have liked to live in a world of magic,
With fairies and elves abound,
When people took the time to talk,
And nature could be found.

I would have liked to live in a new place,
Even if it's in outer space,
I would have liked to travel and make a new story,
One that ends in a blaze of glory,
But I'm
Just
Here.

So I'll make a new world,
One of my own,
With all of the magic that I had known.

You keep dreaming about a fantasy,
Dancing on the edge of reality
But there's one thing you can't see;
I don't have abs or good looks,
I play video games, I don't read books.

But if you love me the same way I see the beauty in you.
Being pretty is one thing but that's something any girl can do.

If you feel bad, that's good.
Give your heart a moment,
And focus on what he should do;
It's not for him, it's not about you.

They look at me like I'm mad;
It's all the frustration from being sad.
A memory of intensity blinks across this mind and a broken mirror Reflects a distant affection that was once for you.