When dreams are so vivid,
all my memories get rigid.
As I don't know which are real,
but nothing has ever been ideal.
So I'll simply write about thee
As I sip my confusion smoothie.

Felt your warmth only in my dreams
and yet i crave your touch so much,
the pain is almost physical.

-parthenope

How many nights you've been
Turned and tossed in the confines of your sheets
So the lunacy of your nightmares
Won't push you in the world of insanity

Hello poetry
It's me again
I can't... I can't help but to feel helpless right now
I honestly don't know who I am
And I find myself trying to convince people of who i think I am
Can anyone help me?
Or am I just somebody that is suppose to help others figure out who they are?
Honestly I'm drowning
I'm going through so many emotions right now I feel no end
no beginning.
I don't even know what I like, I feel like a baby calling out for someone to help me.
I'm a shame to the human race
I want to die, but I am afraid of dying so I'm trapped here
What do I do now ?
When I express myself I'm crazy
When I keep it to myself I'm way to secretive
So what now?
I've tried everything
I feel like a loser
Is there anyone out there that can hear me?
Is there anyone out there that can feel my pain or hear me cry?
Maybe I am alone
Maybe I'm not meant to be anything. Just here.

She was an unexpected
Lucid dream
That I believed
Was as real
As the love

It was so real,
Until she woke me up
In a hurtful way

Scream the silent scream, because you are too polite to inconvenience others.
Dream the lucid dream, because it's easier to influence than this reality.

Deal with your mouth,
As with a door.

stuck in an hourglass of identity,
muffled hustling around my eyelids
head buried deep in the shifting sand,
my body wrestles with the happening

stiff legs pulled by horizontal gravity,
brain soaking, turning into electric mush
my eyes bleeding in black as it is
only in my dreams, that I can feel alive

lied naked on the slippery floor of reality,
dipped in and out of the pool of mind
fractals slowly falling off from my vision,
then swaying freely in the air

freed by a different form of mortality,
face sinking, melting into familiar figures
what's hidden below and behind evaporates
to every corner of my shut, rapid eyes

I feel every fibre of peace,
every time the world disentangles from its name
knowing they are all but shapes projected
for the hazy buzzing screen,
that is my present

I had a dream
but this wasn't the typical
awake and forget dream
I remember everything
and as people in the dream were reacting
I knew exactly why
I knew their motives
their plan
It involved a military style evacuation
of a large office building
appeared to be the Middle East
I entered the building and walked through a long corridor
I came to a family of 5 or 6 that were standing at a side exit
afraid to leave. They finally exited and I saw what they feared...
a man who appeared to be American with a rifle about 20 yards ahead on a hill looking at them. He let them leave. I lied to him as I thought he might **** me since I wasn't quite sure who I was in this dream...who's side I was on
It concerned my Grandfather
he had asked me what day I was born
and the alcohol of choice at my birth
I replied that there was no alcohol due to the fact
that my Grandfather died from alcohol poisoning
In fact, my Grandfather died of pneumonia and refused to
take alcohol to help his condition. Why did I lie? How did the lie help?
Instead of killing me, we became friends and took a walk
we came upon a large home with a number of people
sitting on the porch
Two young teenagers, totally out of place began chatting about
an American cd they had purchased
The boy had buzzed blonde hair and a blue eagle tattooed
on his cheek
The female looked very close to his age and chatted non-stop
about her cd
An older female with long dark hair in a long dark dress pulled a rifle from under her side as she was laying on a bench or possibly the ground and pointed it at my friend
Not sure why they let me leave, but I told him I would return...
end of dream
the entire time I knew I was in a dream and reacted as I would, thought as I would and felt as if I was viewing the entire dream through a pair of VR glasses...or was it a dream?

any ideas?