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Maia Vasconez May 2018
I keep having dreams that I'm in prison, whats the worst thing you've ever done?

I had a bowling ball in my stomach and everybody looked like pins! I wanted more limbs. I n3eded a labotomy! I needed a power outage. In all my reacurring nightmares I look like a natural disaster.
Which would you rather do: implode, erode, dissolve, evolve, disintegrate, collapse, or dissapear?
There is always so much false hope here
It feels like im going to rip like wet paper. Believing in something is like drawing angel wings on the back of a white tshirt.

Is he real? I want to know
I think I'll ask my magic 8ball...
Noname Aug 2013
I've seen you quite a few times
Reacurring visits you made to me
In my dreams
You are of dark complexton
And ***** hair
Your a wide smile
That keeps me loaded
Your body
An amazing piece of architecture
Though your beauty soars beyond its means
You denie any truth of this
Your continuous laughter
Keeps my heart light
You speak of love
Of ***
You speak of my beauty
Though I disagree
We play like children
Not quite as inocent as it all has seemed
You have ran back and forth through all of my dreams
Up and down my blood you have streamed
I have fallen in love with a figment of imagination
Though real in my heart
I cry at the recognition
You are not physical
I cannot hold you in my hands
Caress your face with my fingertips
You cannot press your lips against mine
cannot let our hands intertwine
You share your thoughts with me
And I share mine
I see you night and day
While i'm in bed
Or in my head
I hope too see you
One day in the flesh
So we can color the pavement with gold
And count the stars
Untill we get to old
Now your a just a fantasy
Eating at my reality
Confusing me with what is and what is not real
Many people consider travelling around the world
to be an adventure.
You see some place, the picture is there and that's it.
Where is the adventure there?
Talking to an individual discovering their characteristics,
manners,
thoughs,
patterns,
habits,
lovers.
Unravelling the most mysterious to science and never mentioned in religion-BRAIN.
The best adventure ia having a deep converstation
Caused by unstoppable sensation
To feel someone else's abyss.
Seems like our thoughts are the never ending
And always reacurring treasure we are looking for.
Dig and dig and dig..
Most of them are afraid what are they going to do with so much treasure.
Unable to whield it and create a better future with their vivid imagination
They leave it alone, wondering behind a dark door, locked away in their mind always beeing there for their master-like a ******* dog.
Good thing I am a sinner so my mind doors are black-darknes can't absorb my colored imagination.
No matter how hard you try to hold the door closed, your colors will always try to get out.
You can't run away from who you are.
One shall always strike to unravel him or herself
After all, we wouldn't have exsisted if all our layers were on.
If that is the case, then why am I walking around
Never seeing a person with deep intellectual knowledge ?
Why aren't they asking themselves the major questions?
Why aren't they looking for meaningful lovers?
Why aren't they appreciating the loyal friends?
The ability to learn should have been given to
Snails, they would've been faster in discovering themselves than we humans are.
He is a snake.
He has manipulated you by stealing the love he doesn't have.
to bring you down.
Karma will get him so pray for him and move on.
Pack your bags and don't look back because that relationship is a reacurring sinking ship. Let go of him. Let go of the man that let you go to this point.
Boo unleash the inner wonder woman thats capable of the world.
Not the wondering woman thinking he is you're world.
Not meant to be togethor meant to move on.
Do you and be 100% the best woman you're capable of and let him cry over the fact that he's a loser that lost out.
Shine on beautiful.
I killed myself last night
The end of the pendulum struck.
And the night hit 12 o'clock.
The answer was at the end of a bottle.
Where is the last pill?
I took it the last time I killed myself.
I should get some more future down this road.
Astray I scream before the coffin closes.
Speak well I whisper.
No don't.
Leave me like this rotting the way that I adore.
A forest of gold I search.
In a barron land of dust, I find nothing and I stay to rust.
Nothing more meaningful then this way to go.
Full of scattered people at my door.
Screaming no you can't do this once more.
You don't know me like I don't know you.
A faceless mass of people I don't know.
Someone screams I love you don't go.
You don't love me.
You can't? I sit and stew on this with my woes.
A knife to the chest I lay to rest.
It's my last time I yell to confess.
The end is near and I await.
I lived a life of all I can take.
Everything spins around.
As I am living outside abound.
A normal dream that kills me a little more.
Everynight when I head to bed the reacurring dreams come to life yet again.
It leaves me screaming this is the end.
But who really knows when?
Jonas Jan 31
There is this one question
Which seems to manifest
Waiting, lurking
Behind every turn
And every corner
A reacurring visitor

Tell me
Where did I go wrong?
What did I miss?

Tell me
What is wrong with me?

— The End —