#dreamsandreality
Rollin' through the streets, shadows deep in the night,
City lights flicker, and I feel the fright.
Voices in my mind, they talkin' loud, they gettin' fed,
Can't shake this feelin'—it's all in my head.
Concrete jungle, where dreams get crushed,
Survivin' day by day, tryin’ not to rush.
Hustlin' on the daily, gotta make that bread,
Livin' on the edge—it's all in my head.
Brothers on the corner, eyes on the prize,
But every step forward, someone's cuttin' ties.
Steel bars and sirens, my fate's in threads,
Dodgin' bullets and lies—it's all in my head.
Heart heavy, can't find no peace,
Demons in the dark, they on the release.
Mama's prayers, hopes hangin' by a thread,
Holdin' on to faith—it's all in my head.
Love feels distant, trust is rare,
In a world so cold, who really cares?
But somewhere deep, where my dreams get fed,
Hope still whispers softly—it's all in my head.
Concrete can't crush the spirit we hold,
Through the tears and pain, still bold.
Livin’ and survivin', dreams not dead,
Strivin' for tomorrow—it's all in my head.
Sep 6, 2024
Sep 6, 2024 at 12:58 PM UTC
A Glance So Sharp, It Cut Me Deep,
Her Eyes Of Pride, No Words To Speak.
The Silence Grew, So Cold And Clear,
Her Eyes Were Strong, I Felt The Fear.
No Words Could Close The Gap Between,
I Turned Away, Wishing To Be Unseen.
After Weeks Of Silence, I Stepped Outside,
She was Walking By With A Smile And Sigh.
She Spoke Of Her Day; Her Laughter Was Free,
I Listened In Wonder, Lost In The Sea.
Just A Few Minutes,Yet It Felt Like A Dream,
I Wonder, Is It Love, Or Am I Still In A Dream?
Differences Were There, Differences Are Here; Still Trying To Be Closer, I Will Always Be Near.
But The Wait Is Too Long With No Chance To Show, Heart Felt Heavy With The Hope To Grow.
Yet In This Uncertainty, A Light Starts To Shine,
Whispers Of Possibility, Perhaps She Will Be Mine.
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 9:59 AM UTC
With a naked eye,
I share these naked thoughts—
so bear with me a moment.
You found me in a vulnerable stance—
_bare_, but still standing on business.
Banking on every dream that still
has a resting chance.
Even when life feels mundane in too
many ways—I keep pushing, fighting
the material gaze of critics, and the
cryptic ways some people define love
and measure trust.
But between all people, there is life—
and in life there’s the chance to live out
a dream, to become who we are without
shame, to love who loves us back, yet still,
hold out a hand, as an extension of love
to those who need it the most.
And maybe, just maybe—that’s the kind
of dream worth believing in.
Jun 27, 2025
Jun 27, 2025 at 4:14 AM UTC