We stopped dreaming
Why is it with everything we as humans are surrounded by we stopped dreaming
We reached for the heavens when we were told it wasn't possible and we made it happen
We reached for the depths of the oceans to explore and discover things never seen before
We constantly grew as a race to become a more powerful race
We keep each other so distracted with technology, phones, television, radio, Facebook anything to keep us from seeing the beauty around us
Do something go learn something new
Why waste your one chance you have at life inside
Go for a walk
Go for a hike
Go learn a new skill
Get up and discover there are many things to see out there
Even when surrounded by friends and family I often feel empty
There isn't a connection anymore
Everyone is too busy worried about the likes they got on Instagram, or Facebook or how many people they have as friends online
Why not live in the now
There are so many things that are going on around us that we are oblivious to
This new attatchment to screens may make us more social online but has become the death of social life in the outside world
The amount of people that yo could meet, conversate, indulge in new experiences with are endless
Just really need to get out there and discover
Discover something new it's something that will help make yourself more happy
Think of it this way will you be more proud of the likes on Instagram
Or will you proud of the amazing experience you had when that photo was taken

It's kind of like you're dead because you're not here and I can't feel you breathing anymore.
     
And this twin sized bed seems so big without you here making it seem so small.
         
 And it's like this deep ache in my bones because I miss you so much and I want you by my side.
              
 I just don't understand this feeling because I can't be yours but you kiss me like I am.

He didn't want to be saved,
He wasn't meant for love.
She wished she could have been the one to save him,
She was meant for millions of things.

So, what is left?
Once she's stopped striving to keep it together,
After all the commotion her boundless love had brought into her life, was put to an end?

Memories, sweet like sorrow,
Floating upon a tear.

Of the most beautiful eyes she'd ever seen,
Of the times they lay curled up in bed,
Absinthe poured into coffee cups,
Taste of tobacco, laughter, the rich colour of the night,
Their bodies hugging, dancing, melting together.

He didn't listen to her favourite songs,
He was those songs.
He didn't like poetry,
But he was able to raise a voice within her,
A voice singing the most beautiful poems.

He made her feel happy, and protected, confident.
He surpassed her wildest dreams,
Undone and drunk off alcohol of being.

She owes him her love for life,
The ability of letting herself go
And show her soul to the world
For what it is,
Unafraid.

They weren't meant for each other.
Bound to meet, but also to be torn apart.

But all of this will stay with me, forever.
Don't forget me,
My dear Raven Angel.

Forever yours.

I cant imagine how delicate one can be,
even as delicate as I.
But whoever sought out to break me,
You will be the first to fall.

As light and pleasant as a summer breeze,
Yet harsh as the thrashing winds of a storm at sea,
i run to your garden,
looking for the protection I need.

I love my whoever
All,I shall have to recover
I planned alot to cover
Worked day and night but I couldn't deliver
I thought that I was clever
To work as an undergound driver
The results I expected,wherever
But in each case whatever,
There was a downfall forever
I decided to hold on moreover
And keep to the current ever
For it was my best thing to discover
That women are the same wherever
In my case,I love my whoever

Dearest,

All those days,
I let you tread over me and gave you a place to stand,
and you with your untrained, weak bladder dog,
your clumsiness,
your laziness,
your unwashed clothes,
your ***** shoes and smelly feet,
stepped on my trust.

I hope you get pricked by the scraps of food,
bleed out with a paper cut
and stumble on my torn out, roughened edges
and I get to smother and roll up your inanimate, dead body
to it's rightful place.

Ruefully, yours.

Sometimes I hate myself for loving you
I put so much of my time to you
Pour out my heart and soul to you
But do you care?
I don't think you do

Maybe I should stop trying so hard
It doesn't seem to be appreciated
But my heart just won't let me
It screams at me to try harder

But what do I get from you?
Tender moments sweetly shared
But will you always be there?

If one day I stop trying so much
Would you stay?
Sometimes I'm unsure if you would
But forever yours I'll remain