#dream
The song was written ( Russian version) on July 17, 2025. In 2026 there was done English lyrics.
What comes to knock upon your door
When dreams come in, and nothing more
And over there we always swear
Those dreams are not just dreams in there
And in the dreams we are not us
We miss the trap, we never fuss
We live each dream from start to end
Like that’s a life, like that’s a friend
A Dream, a dream, oh, my sleep - Why does the dream still come?
A Dream, a dream, oh, my sleep - Where does the dream then go?
A Dream, a dream, oh, mysleep - Here's a new dream come...
Dream, dream, oh, my dream - Where did it come from?
You hear real laughter, watch
How salty tears that sting and crowd
There souls of near, and souls of far
Send words that ring where we are
Why do we dream, we cannot say
But someone comes that secret way
And leaves a message, short but clear
About ghost worlds that hover near
A Dream, a dream, oh, my sleep - Why does the dream still come?
A Dream, a dream, oh, my sleep - Where does the dream then go?
A Dream, a dream, oh, mysleep - Here's a new dream come...
Dream, dream, oh, my dream - Where did it come from?
Original poem|lyrics in Russian
О призрачных мирах
Что-же стучится в гости к нам,
Когда приходят сны?
И там нам кажется всегда,
Что сны – совсем не сны
А мы во снах – чуть-чуть не мы,
Не чувствуя подвох
И проживаем каждый сон,
Как-будто там живём
Сон, сон, сон, мой сон - Зачем приходит сон?
Сон, сон, сон, мой сон - Куда уходит он?
Сон, сон, сон, мой сон - Опять приходит сон…
Сон, сон, сон, мой сон - Откуда прислан он?
И льётся смех во сне живьём,
Слеза солью полна
Там близких душ и дальних душ
Звучат слова, слова...
Зачем нам сны – не знаем мы,
Но кто приходит в снах, -
Нам весточку передает
О призрачных мирах!
Сон, сон, сон, мой сон - Зачем приходит сон?
Сон, сон, сон, мой сон - Куда уходит он?
Сон, сон, сон, мой сон - Опять приходит сон…
Сон, сон, сон, мой сон - Откуда прислан он?
10h ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 11:23 AM UTC
i remember all the dreams of the world
i am closer to those who have lost their lives
and their minds in the streets of oppression
than to those who dwell in the mines of pleasure
i always wanted to stand against those
who erase the stars of love
and an endless future from the mind’s sight
and at one point
and i believe i succeeded
everything has changed
i no longer imagine a new race of humans
dying for the sake of the blood
of newly slaughtered animals
what else have i done all this time but know that my dream has turned into reality?
all the dreams the world
had shown me onto my knees
and the red and blue
imbued with the chemistry of color
betrayed my single emotion
with a thousand different forms of sensitivity
where i was broken
there was the night light
more like the ornament of a power pole
than fragments of me
2d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 8:36 PM UTC
Let me tell you my dreams
Where I went
Who I met
What I found
- the sounds and the scents
How it felt
Let me tell you my dreams
Where I'll go
Who I'll meet
What I'll find
- the sounds and the scents
How it feels now that I know
Where I'm heading
5d ago
May 30, 2026 at 7:07 AM UTC
I wonder what songs you play while alone in your car
I wonder how you smell doused in your favorite cologne
I wonder if you play an instrument - piano, drums, maybe even guitar
Curse my inability to spend my days learning you, it’s tearing me apart
Because when I look at you, I see all I’d ever dreamed
Being with you would cure my wretched heart
I’d try every potion and spell, to make you see
That being with me would unlock a world beyond your wildest dreams
Then again, I hardly know you and you don’t know me
Why am I searching for love so far beyond my reach?
The perfect boy, a dazzling Don Juan reincarnate
I’m a lost puppy, waiting and waiting, holding on to people like a leech.
The perfect boy, does such a boy even exist?
I’ve been searching for years, it always backfires on me
Is it a mere fantasy, a myth, or a wish I can’t resist?
Maybe I’m the fool, for believing you’d ever choose me
Because while I wonder the qualities that make you you, she knows everything I could ever ponder and more
And maybe that’s the cruelest part of all - she’s living the dream I wanted to be
Perhaps I was never searching for you at all - only someone to fit the shape of my daydreams
And every time reality reached for me, I tore apart at the seams.
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 10:59 PM UTC
one left shoulder, one right leg
a joyful hand
a foot
mud spurting from a warm dream
here and there, ongoing
amid the nocturnal wedding sounds
a love worn thin
when it trembles
on the happy left side of the body
i was caught in the act
mother of all disasters, nature
gains freedom
and the mistress who points a finger
hey
hey hey
whatever you wish, i’ll choose that!..
on my collarbones, the fine embroidery of chestnut scripts
the sentence of the people and the era’s breath of love
the flower that resembles a dome
(the crown it wears!)
my breeze-like, splendid stride
with those beautiful feet
the peacock’s tail of allure
honors and rewards not my eyes but the room’s floor
and without relinquishing this arrangement i adore
i let time wink at my body’s transformation
to the square i’ve knowingly brought the gloom with you
in a sacred state
your laughter froths
your spirit sinks
i recall in the field, a placenta
the cow’s head of divine motherhood as protector
lying at the edge with two lifeless horns in my lap
let me show you
the leg atop of me
and the thigh in the riverbed’s jar
in the mirror trace of gender’s alchemy
i’m sorry, i must say this now
i’m rigid as half my flesh in skin tone
and loveless, please
i swear i’ll choose whatever you wish
my name
my name
my name out there…
my image flees your name outside
it escapes every city, every letter!
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 6:39 PM UTC
The covers surround me,
I'm encased in bed sheets.
My pillow so wet in tears,
As I drift away,
To my little world.
In my little world,
You are there.
My sweet.
My beautiful.
Friend?
It doesn't matter what we are,
As long as you're here.
Recently - It's awkward.
But you're still gentle.
Still here.
My view on you has really changed.
Hasn't it?
There's this small ember,
A flickering,
Flame of hope,
Just like the one on your lighter.
I cry to you.
Among these serene, delicate fields.
You listen.
No one gets me as much as you.
Is it really just forbidden love?
You're not cruel,
And I'm just relieved,
To be trapped in your presence,
In the miraculous,
In the divine,
I bathe in your light.
But,
It's all fantasy,
The dread summons me,
The grey pulls me out.
I can't look you in the face.
After that night,
So I retreat,
Away from your sight.
You've filled my life with empty lies,
Cigarette burns on my neck,
They sting,
Like your piercing cold stare.
Once,
You asked me,
"what if i were the devil?"
I hoped your kindness proved you wrong,
Instead,
You were right.
I try to fill your space in my heart,
Nothing fits as right,
Nothing binds together,
Nothing takes flight.
This is my hell.
You were right.
In my little world,
But no,
Here,
This is real.
You're just rotten to the core.
You have stabbed me in my very heart.
That is when,
My dear friends,
I return to this little world,
And hope to never return.
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 5:38 PM UTC
we can dream without knowing
we can turn on the lights at the streets
we can flame the wound with salt
we can start to live
we can get there
the ultimate point, the very west
we can be already there
we can dream all the above
and do all of the above
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 6:21 AM UTC
Tired, sweating,
I lay in my bed.
Worried, the doctor
—the monk— said
I'd got the plague.
My face, filled with dread.
It didn't take long
for the buboes to appear,
swollen with dreams.
I knew the cure,
who didn't?
I knew how to save
—or to be saved—
from that dreadful plague.
But would I do it?
Should I do it?
Only cutting the bumps open
could save me.
He looked at the mayor.
He didn't speak,
but he did nod.
I wanted to scream,
to beg for
my true life to
be saved.
But I knew it was
useless.
I was hopeless.
The monk approached,
slowly, seriously.
Then he started cutting:
one dream,
another dream,
all of them
thrown into a bin.
My essence drained,
the plague was fleeing
and my dreams
were lost—
and my self with them.
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 2:31 PM UTC
A magic carpet
made of the autumn leaves
takes me up,
high,
higher!
to the place I would rather
be.
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 10:13 AM UTC
like a wanton *****
she came to me
sniffing me from
head to toe
when I touched her
inflamed nose
she began to giggle
when I 'tempted to
dance the cosy dance
which showed
in her limpid eyes
she
breezed
away
© Lanre Adebayo
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 3:23 PM UTC
My tears are salty just like your attitude
My mind is racing just like your lips move
Break me down because you know I'm made of glass
But jokes on you, I've already been cracked
Into a million tiny pieces different shades of red and blue
And I've created a mosaic of the struggles I've lived through
Stitched a tapestry with the shreddings of my mind
I dance to a symphony strummed by my own heartstrings
I've up-cycled my broken soul into a gallery of art
You cannot break what is already broken; you cannot tear me apart.
Keep feeding with the harsh pigments of your lies and I will paint you a new heart
Maybe one day you can see what I see
And see that this is the kind of **** that can't be unseen
If you could only see what I see inside of me
See what I've created from your misery
See I'll never be what you think of me
For I will and always have been just me
I've erected a monument in a hopeless sea
And now it is my mosaic masterpiece
Your livelihood has murdered my soul
But Dear, you do not know
My demise will be consoled
Death is the most serene scene I have ever seen
...Only the living can **** a dream
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 11:12 PM UTC
Hum your tune
The moon has come
Some have fallen
Their dreams begun
My eyes linger
Between here and there
A lovely dream
A great despair
Soon to be
I will fall too
To another plain
Me and you
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 12:14 PM UTC
the shadow has been casted onto road
last night my dream were matched with my mom's dream
the big connection between us
the dream has been already passed by me
dreams! i am just a friend here
i won't stay so long
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 1:23 PM UTC
I dreamed I had
a boat on a leash—
strange, because moments before,
I had it in the ocean,
fishing off the starboard side.
My nephew was with me.
He got us lost.
We dragged that boat
all over Ventura,
searching for the marina.
The longer the boat stayed on the leash,
the smaller it became.
Pretty soon it was just a toy,
a poisoned dog
we threw in the trash.
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 3:25 PM UTC
Soaking in the miday sun
Evaporation has begun
Morphing from the flesh
A honeybees form is fresh
I leave the heavy earth behind
A buzzing flight inside my mind
With ultraviolet vision bright
I take a dizzy, sudden flight
Honing in on a cosmo flower
Landing on pinwheel power
Tomorrow is the truth I feel
All colors the bees will steal
Blending into amber gold
A static charge for me to hold
Collected nectar rich and deep
Is ready for the hive to keep
I follow the sun beams home
There is no time left to roam
Springtime winds bring a chill
This adventure was a thrill
My daydream is now done
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 3:11 PM UTC
sphere pure language
soft voice tender
hope gives reasons
night took time
circular golden plate
music harmony
music dance
satan pillow won't wake
notes letters for me
when who what city
with giant black not avaliable
above is dove's love nest
how was nothing is beyond
to there are things created
to there are souls and places
last or first
dream bed connection
eyes body parts time
dream pure romance
nose my heart friend
get enough older
go somewhere else
rain cry this strange feeling
letters are cities
letters are relief
all less difficult news
half sleep half jean
half raincoat
having absurd hilarious
minds in my own mind
pessimistic in a paradise
burn this inside
and go somewhere else
you will be able to see
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 3:18 PM UTC
tricks of the mind
who could fathom
a dreams message.
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 9:09 AM UTC
So now you enter dreams as well,
wearing new faces I know too well,
a thousand versions, shadow-thin,
hiding your teeth beneath your skin.
You linger quiet, you disappear,
appear again when it suits you near,
like moonlight
slipping through a crack,
never enough to hold me back.
“She is a pretty little thing,
she’d open wide for anything.
She loved me long before I came–”
he thinks of hunger, not of shame.
And maybe he was not untrue.
He swallowed pieces, one by two.
Not flesh– no,
worse– the sacred parts:
the tender bones of fragile hearts.
Emotionally undone by hands
that never built, just made demands.
Spiritually worn so thin,
like prayer decaying from within.
Each time she stitched herself anew,
built stronger
walls to struggle through,
a temporary ghost appeared
and tore apart what she repaired.
A ghost that lingers in the hall,
in quiet rooms, behind each wall,
a haunting that refuses death,
a name that lives inside her breath.
And then the guilt–
the holy blade–
the fear of sins that she obeyed.
Religion wrapped
around her throat,
while shame
was forced in every note.
She carried guilt because she could,
because the cruel world
said she should.
And sometimes in the dark
she’d pray:
“Perhaps no savior comes my way.”
“Perhaps I’m punished.
Perhaps this ache
is all the mercy I will take.”
Then hopelessness
would crawl again,
a demon nesting in her head.
“He doesn’t love me. Never did.
I am contradictions stitched.”
And silently she learned to cry
without a sound,
without asking why,
while every thought
possessed her mind
like something evil left behind.
Would peace arrive if I forgot?
If all your echoes simply stopped?
Could I erase a decade’s ache,
or is forgetting something fake?
The you I carried all these years,
through broken nights
and hidden tears,
can I abandon you at last,
or leave you buried in the past?
Forever unresolved, unknown,
like begging warmth
from lifeless stone,
from something
distant, cold, unmoved,
a heart that never really loved.
I should have known
we’d never be.
The stars were clear.
The fault was me.
Yet still I built a secret place
where hope survived
inside your face.
And quietly, to no one said,
I kept our ghosts beneath my ribs.
I swore our secrets, yours and mine,
would follow me beyond my life.
And now I wonder, tired and numb,
if silence is what I become.
An endless sleep. A painless sea.
No memories left haunting me.
But still I fear what grief might do–
to lose my tenderness for you,
to wake one day and finally find
there’s nothing human left inside.
♡ lil-usagi
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 7:15 AM UTC
The field was loud
before the match even began.
Friends shouting.
Family somewhere in the distance.
Too many faces.
Too many voices
melting into one long noise
inside my head.
The sky looked pale,
like an old memory
trying not to disappear.
I remember running.
Not gracefully.
Not like heroes do.
Just running
because something inside me
still refused to stop moving.
The ball came fast.
I almost lost it.
For one second
everything felt familiar again—
that small panic
when life arrives at your feet
and everyone is watching
to see what you’ll do with it.
Then suddenly
I saw him.
Wayne Rooney
wearing that old Manchester United shirt
like time had never touched him.
No grand entrance.
Just his back in front of me
for a split second inside chaos.
And instinct took over.
I threw the ball against him,
hard enough to return to me,
like I was borrowing momentum
from an older version of football,
an older version of myself.
The ball came back alive.
One touch.
A pass through bodies.
Then a goal.
Everyone exploded.
But strangely,
the loudest thing in the dream
was not the crowd.
It was the feeling afterward.
That somewhere deep inside me,
beneath all the confusion,
beneath all the people I’ve lost,
the roads I’ve wandered,
the versions of myself I no longer recognize—
there is still a boy
who believes the game
can change in one second.
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 1:11 AM UTC
The road was not a road anymore.
Just two wounded tire marks
dragged through wet earth,
grass slowly reclaiming the middle
like nature had decided
humans were temporary.
Fog moved there like a living thing.
Not sitting.
Not floating.
Flowing.
Across the mud.
Through the trees.
Between silence and memory.
Somewhere far away,
a dog barked once
and the sound dissolved
before it could become real.
The air smelled of rainwater,
rust, roots, and forgotten journeys.
Like old jeeps had crossed this path
years ago carrying people
with unfinished lives,
unfinished love,
unfinished sentences.
And still the road remained.
Soft.
Wet.
Breathing.
I walked without knowing
whether I was arriving somewhere
or disappearing into myself.
The fog touched my shoulders gently,
like the world was trying
not to wake me.
Every tree stood there
like an ancient witness.
Still. Patient. Darkened by mist.
The kind of silence
that exists only in places
where humans rarely stay long enough
to hear their own soul echo back.
No headlights.
No houses.
No future visible beyond ten steps.
Yet strangely—
no fear.
Only the feeling
that life is not meant
to be understood all at once.
That some roads appear
only when you are ready
to lose the person
you were trying so hard to be.
And somewhere ahead,
hidden beyond the moving white veil,
the earth continued breathing
without needing anyone
to understand it.
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 4:14 AM UTC
2012: To the toddler who spent her childhood
with her loving grandma,
I don't know what channel PBS Kids
is on anymore.
2015: To the kindergartener who wanted
to be a veterinarian,
I got laid off by my new boss
at the vet clinic this week.
2017: To the 2nd grader who needed a
stranger to help her walk into the classroom,
I've grown even more fearful
of new places.
2019: To the 4th grader who was supposed to go
to the national Lego robotics competition,
I sold my Legos and
lost my medal.
2020: To the 5th grader waiting for the world
to open up again,
I now fight to keep the world
from taking me away.
2022: To the 7th grader who tried to
make friends,
I can barely keep the ones
I have now.
2024: To the freshman who joined
Poetry Club at school,
I only shared five poems
total this year.
2025: To the sophomore who was excited
for the future,
I only want to go back to
the safe days...
...when all I had to worry about was
nothing.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 5:37 PM UTC
Wǔxíng Category: Water (水)
5-xx
The sky splits open in sudden generosity,
washing the world clean with a silver weight.
A thousand green hands cup the falling water,
each droplet a lens reflecting the grey above.
The whisper turns into a steady, rhythmic drum,
loosening the earth with a constant, cooling pulse.
Linen shirts yield to the heavy saturation,
becoming a second skin that clings to the bone.
The rain is a silver thread drawn through a heavy frame.
The shuttle of my heart moves through the deluge,
turning the cold descent into a fabric that holds us fast.
I watch the water map the curve of your shoulder,
a pattern designed by the heavens and felt by my soul.
The world may be blurring, dissolving into the mist,
but I am catching every strand to keep you covered.
I am the motion between the warp and the weft,
binding my breath to yours until the texture is unbreakable.
A deep, constant rumble rises from the waterfall,
a soft, insistent roar that creates a sonic embrace.
Dark tendrils of hair are plastered to a quiet back,
heavy with the sky’s tears in a silent testament.
Tiny pearls gather on the fringe of wet eyelashes,
a thousand miniature reflections of a shifting world.
A tender thumb moves against the dampness of a cheek,
wiping a wandering drop with a flicker of warmth.
The roar of the falls is the hum of the loom at work.
Our shared breath is caught in the teeth of the rising mist,
a silent vow woven while the heavens continue their fall.
I do not see a storm; I see the materials of our making,
the water and the wind becoming the cloak that shields you.
Though the descent is endless, our rhythm remains steady,
a hand on a cheek, a heart anchored in the deep.
I am weaving this moment into a garment you can wear,
a sanctuary of silk and stone that will never wash away.
刘嘉文
© 2026 Liujiawen2024. All Rights
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 11:21 AM UTC
I keeps going.
The darkness in my mind.
It feels like a knife being swallow hole.
But no one sees the darkness that is growing inside my mind.
The feeling of pain and despair.
The feeling i am nothing, i wil never be enough.
I wish i could switch colers let all the black turn pink for a while let my brain get a break from the overthinking, never sharing, always scared, tired little girl.
And be who i was before.
The sunshine in the houshold like my mother would say.
Always smiling, talking, jumping around.
I wish i could see her again even my memory of her are foggy.
Because the black in my mind is making the memory a little darkter every time.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 8:49 PM UTC
I feel you close to my heart.
Remembering when you felt far away.
I didn't know then that this would be me.
I used to dream of a dream in my soul.
Laugh like the story was untold.
I wanted more of life than just some words.
I thought the songs were meant for my heart
To dance along.
I wanted it to be me to find love in all the right ways.
I was reminded that it wasn't my place.
So now as I look back at the awe in my eyes. Back then, I know your kindness somehow held me and kept me smiling every day.
So still till this day you hold a special place. There I find laughter and quietness to fill my days.
Wishing that my heart would find your arms again.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 1:32 AM UTC
Oh, there goes that dream
swept up like a threaded kite
in a gust of wind.
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 6:44 PM UTC