Sleep away into the reality of illusions.. The night and day reversed. Into the infinite time you'll travel. Floating in the air with your head twisted back.
In your eyes u see the darkness revealing itself . Relieving u from the harness of light . U close your eyes trying to escape the reality. But with the dust and wind, u are surrounded. Taking u to the next dimension.
U might have an iron hand, but your brain is much stronger. With the force of your imagination, u immigrate. The foreign land and the foreign sky may sweep you away. The tempting lights in front of ur eyes, a false hope .
Tricked by the illusion, like the curse of a witch. You are doomed to live inside of your head! Like a white stripe entering into the prism . U burst out laughing letting out the rainbow colors of the sky. When u spit out, the ****** red color appears .
Everything turns to black, carrying the darkness along .. U swim in the stormy clouds.
There's no left or right No wrong or right. Everything is an illusion. A dark black morbid illusion...
Like a white stripe entering into the prism . U burst out laughing, letting out the rainbow colors of the sky.
Not again The dull ache in my heart is back The heart that beats for you Although you don’t know it Is about to break. Not because of someone else But because of you. I can see the way you look at me Like my eyes are your world. At least that’s how I look at you. My heart lives in your soul. And it’s beating to keep me alive. So please, don’t let me go Like I’m a simple flower petal to the wind. Soon you’ll find out about my hidden feelings for you. Either you’ll brush them off like dust Or nurture them into living
"...but for her it's another day without you." - o.l.
how does a bird fly if he cant appreciate his own wings and realize that those wings can take him places that he has never been before to see the mountain tops above the orange horizon sky into the deep blue nothing above to see new beauties that have gone unseen but if the bird can never see that the only thing that can lift him are his wings then he will never truly learn to fly and if he never learns what his wings can do then how will he ever become truly himself
I wrote this poem with the personal feeling of how I cannot possibly be loved by anyone else until I love myself, first. How can I possibly be truly connected with someone if I never have the self esteem to believe them when they say "I love you". I realize this and I wanted to show it in a poem, and i decided that a bird is the best way to symbolize that.