Hope is but an illusion in the heart of the naive youth
And non responsive to dreams or expectations of truth
Through Anger and Frustration. Hope falters and slips.
Yet within your fantasies passion drips from cherry lips.
Love court's imagination, summoning a dreamy smile, And
You find you private place, where you go once in awhile
You yearn for a soul mate to share your total existence with.
And still continuing to search with undying persistence.
You fall in an out of love, with the ghosts of yesterday that conjure you constantly. And while finding happiness you we still manage to pretend that everything's okay. When really your broken and scared inside. That's what hope really is.

I see things..
Far from beauty
But instead, souls.
Souls that remain with darkened faces,
And ragged shattered cloth.
Just like their hearts,
And their eyes?
I can’t bare them,
I can’t see them
Not because they’re not there.
But because I'm not there.
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Shifting through the corners,
Standing behind my back,
Why are they watching?
Why are they listening?
I know they’re not there.
But they are there.
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Curse these wooden floors,
Curse these twisted minds
Curse these broken bones
Curse these stricken eyes
But one thing that I shall not curse
Is their hopeless hearts,
For they have no heart.

Your reality, when does it become an illusion?
An illusion, when does it become your reality?

Questioning reality;
Slowly losing my sanity.

Repeating the same question over and over again;
Expecting a different answer to finally come with time.

The definition of insanity;
Eating away my dreadful mind in the form of a pretty rhyme.

Sometimes when I stare into mirrors,
I see an array of illusions.
I have a hard time knowing if they're truths,
Or if they are delusions.

For example, sometimes I look and see gross skin,
But then someone will tell me I'm glowing.
I'll look into the glass and see nothing worthwhile,
Because my fat neck is showing.

Other times I will feel attractive,
As I stare into my own brown eyes,
Which I convince myself smolder,
Mocha orbs that are wise.

But then someone will point out a pimple,
And tell me I don't look that great.
I am starting to think illusions
Are all that make up my face.

I spread my wings to fly,
Singing to fly,
Wishing to fly,
To be free of imprisonment,
Free of this environment.

I spread my wings to fly,
Beginning to fly,
Grinning to fly,
Hoping for a new world,
A new world of hope.

I spread my wings to fly,
To fly up and high,
Not feeling a sigh,
Escaping my lips.
Not thinking this was another painted fib.

I spread my wings to fly,
Now realising the true colours of the sky,
A beautiful elegant blue,
Not just full of life,
But full of stinging frosts and shrieking swords...

I spread my wings to fly,
But am I really flying?
Am I really flying if I am as I was before?
I spread my wings to fly,
But in reality... I never even left the earth.

We attempt rescue, unable to bear
the stardust-coated dragonfly
beat, beat, beating
frantic on the glass.

We entice him to perch
on our extended lifeline-broom
nurse him in a box, where he flutters
quivers, lies quietly blue.

My son cries bitterly
as we place a minute cross
upon the dragonfly grave
while intoning our final goodbyes:

We honor those who have fallen victim
to this fatal architectural trap, lured
by skylights of enticing white-light death
and the paned illusion of freedom.

In admiration of winged determination
and perseverance in the face of futility
we carefully tend the fragile, curved bodies
lay them here to rest under the mock orange.

years of gauze-weighted detritus
swept beneath these ponderous shrubs
a reminder - what seems like freedom
                                                         ­           often isn’t.

i feel things intensely
and that's why i run away
that's why i tend to disappear

i'm afraid of how much i can feel
it's a little overwhelming
and a lot scary

especially when you're unsure
of how the other person even feels
while you are already drowning

i guess this is my story
because it has been happening
over and over again to me

i fall in love and trip over myself
only to realize no one is on the other side
to even catch me

all illusions
all dreams

but maybe one day someone will be there
maybe one day it will all be real
and i won't be tripping over nothing
and i won't have a reason to fear.