'I slept, and dreamed that life was beauty;
I woke, and found that life was duty.
Was thy dream then a shadowy lie?
Toil on, sad heart, courageously,
And thou shall find thy dream to be
A noonday light and truth to thee.'

There's a Russian school boy with acid in his veins
tripping when he bleeds.
There's a gypsy girl with the wanderlust disease
traveling on dreams.
Yin and Yang meet.
Strangers spilling secrets while the world speeds by,
everything dark and sinister comes out at night.
Different people when the moon shines.
Grey hound blues singing
sometimes people are destined to meet
for stranger reasons than can be seen,
things collide and transform everything.
Grey hound blues sets the stage for new beginnings.

I hate sleep.
I hate dreaming.
I hate wanting things I shouldn't and I hate the word hate.

I hate sleeping and missing so much that goes on.
I hate dreaming and waking up in the same situation.
I hate wanting to sew my mouth shut and never speak again.

I hate hot summers and I hate damp springs.
I hate being nervous and I hate being unsure.
I hate the color yellow and I hate not crying when I need to.

I hate making decisions.
I hate white walls you can't paint.
I hate being alone and I hate having people know.

I hate that people don't know how great they are.
I hate that I miss my mom, even when she hates me.
I hate walking in the dark and I hate using an umbrella.

I hate hearing people sleep and I hate cold fries.
I hate falling asleep holding a pillow, wishing it was a person.
I hate the sound of chewing and the smell of melted ice-cream.

I hate the color my skin gets when I tan.
I hate not being able to help anyone, ever, at all.
I hate having to act like I know what I'm talking about.

I hate when there are people on my early morning walks.
I hate that my best friend is so much better than me and I don't want her to realize.
I hate how quiet the room gets when I walk in, because, what do you say to that weird kid?

I hate not writing stories and I hate not sharing them.
I hate that I hate so **** much and I hate that I write poetry.
I hate when my head itches and I hate when it doesn't rain for a long time.

I hate losing people.
I hate being left behind.
I hate that I deserve it, all the time.

I hate my inconsistent style and I hate rhyming.
I hate getting my nails painted and I hate wearing makeup.
I hate not being enough for anyone other than me and feeling like I owe them.

I hate being lost in a boring town.
I hate not having internet.
I hate me.

dancing slowly to the sound of your voice in my head

but the morning comes and washes away the dreams

from the glances in the deep end of a pool of people

you appear through the crowd and smile

proceeding to walk to anyone else but I



all I ever wanted was a moment where you could come to me

to say a few words, this and that, it matters little

but I am the only one who realizes this click

                                     that is floating away slowly



all you would ever care to tell me is the basics

the airy feeling between us, the miles, the walls

***** me in once again as the strings on your heart don't pull

and lets me think of a time where I wish I knew you since forever



how could I have been so blind and so disrupted

every thought of you wrapped inside reality and dreams(that will continue for eight million years)

although at times it feels like I'm not even walking anymore



and the time flies out the window and kills itself



it's done with you and I



and on the First day God created you

to walk amongst the angels in pure bliss

to smile and light up the world

to flow between souls and make them feel rested



on the Second day God created I

the first thing I ever saw was You

and you didn't say much

but I knew it would be important



the Third day rolled around the corner and God created a picture of emotion

a flowing river of thoughts and dreams

for me to experience but not recognize for #2years

and like a child lost in a sea of people, looking for his mother, I found you once again



on the Fourth day God created a hero

someone for me to look up to and follow in His footsteps

someone I detested for a years suddenly looked like a dream-

one I wished I could become



and become I did, and glances at you still swam around me

and the more and more I smiled the better it got

and at some moment it all became clear that this is what I needed

as I became who I needed to be (moreso than anyone else but you)



and on the Fifth day God created Doubt

to crawl inside my heart and rip it apart

but it did not matter, because I still could look at you

and feel safe and warm



(but now I realize that the efforts will matter none)



on the sixth day god created a revelation

a smack you in the face cold hard truth

and in that moment I looked for my Hero

but alas, he was nowhere to be found

could I talk to him, I would find strength

but all that I could think about is talent

love slowly drifted away

and I felt like I no longer needed to care

but oh how I wish you would not disappear forever



(but within the visions, the memories, and the dreams I came to realize there would be no Whisper worth knowing-

-and I disappear within the vision:



For on the Seventh day god created another

one you knew just as well

and it could have all been a lie in the first place, but at this point I'm not forced to care

because you'll be walking with him; just like you, not giving me a chance

and I'll sit on my couch for years

anotheroneturnedintoadreamofathousandpluspeople



on the eighth and final day god finished his materpiece

and looked at his angels and said:

"What do you think?"

and they could not reply from the beauty

and he walked away from the painting



when the #8Eternity hangs on the wall of glory

I remember her as a haze of time

and drift into the ocean

and push the water into the sky

one more time

(I)
The other side of the page
is filled with a few lies
that are deciphered by the weak
(but who would you be, then)
all I need is some truth
that I can turn into the
first thing that comes to mind
(you would understand, though, wouldn’t you)
I can turn you into a
piece of paper and write your
story for you so that I
can understand exactly how you feel

(II) Float In The Air
it doesn’t take much time to float in the air
watching the ground go further and further from beauty
she would smile and be proud as I would of her
and hopefully she would float in the air with me
so that she too could see the wonder of the ocean
coming in to set the world pure of evil
but then would she frown in disappointment
that it isn’t anything she expected it to be
(or the fact that she never wanted this at all)
but I’ll bounce back into the ocean
that will bring me anywhere it wants to take me

and at the other end of the world
if it would be one hundred miles or one thousand
we would be able to find each other
because the pull of our hearts are just strong enough
to bring us back together(forever)

(III) Final Sip
as I take my final sip of this nectar
I feel refreshed, (still floating), come with me
an interesting chemical reaction of beauty and obsession keeps me flying

but on the other side of the page
could you meet me there to say hello
and perhaps that hello can drift into something more meaningful; something worth remembering
and that will bring me down to the ground
finally
and
I’ll
dry
you
off

she sew me up inside of the mist
carried me up the Fibonacci
she was my first(and true) love
i remember her taste

a warm ticking embrace of heat
feed me and roll your eyes
one day one day one beautiful sun shining day

but all of this power is gone
a floor full of broken glass
i just want our friendship back

like a boy who spills his soda
a little girl who has dropped her cone
if i could i would travel back in time
tell her how much i cared
but as usual right  now i am once again alone

if not a dream too
for to fly away from the wind
ironic parallelism slowly take my hand
if there's one thing there is no such thing as the promised land
or give it to me now give it to me somehow
  let it
all come down into a fiery storm of acid rain
and crumbling rubble
what's the time one minute two minutes
i've been looking for hours

where art thou
my hero
my everything

inside inside they lurk
double uu double oo
                                              i believe in the other side of the page
the part where the eye's of the teacher trick
repeating locks of joy of remembrance we're a team
remember rightly
*****
look to the                                                                                    right
yes
right there

never have i ever tried to hurt anyone

but the world is crumbling in reality
every time i drift into the Other
the world ends in a blast of darkness
but then light
only to remember at four
and for this no one can take seriously

lips bleed cracked tulips and roses
gardens die into explosions of white
children not caring that the garden is gone
but snow yes snow defines us the Us of us
our Us
mmmmmmm
takes a bit of change in season to smile
to notice
(run away with me)

the perfect dream
a friend
the girl
an embrace
a soft whisper
a kiss
never want to wake up never want to wake up

the world cries hallelujah peace
and joy to cry and peace
whilst my eyes shut
wanting to go back
the world is burning
while i sleep
the world is turning
while i wake
(never want
what am i to do noticing forever but she's the one who knows it too
not You or the other my peace and joy
an embrace
a kiss
that soft kiss i will never forget
no tests no roads repeating swirling two towers
insert love here
drink my
kiss
to wake up)
never want to wake up from this peace of mind inside of me but when i wake it will be over
until i drift away into her
oh her soft
tender
night lips
if i could find away to make this last forever i would