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My Dream World
My dream world’s
Filled with magic spun
Like gold ringlets of hair
That fall in curls past gentle wings
On enchanted faeries fair
and
Unicorns that fly,
star dust twinkling in their eyes,
Gliding over the crickets’ lullabies
On wings hidden by the night
and
My dream world’s filled with
Rainbows that pour
From the sun lit clouds
From behind the door
Filling human hearts with laughter
Lasting for ever more
Glimmer Tears
Sometimes I get really sad
You know those times when you feel others' pain?
There's a song I sing
The well is dry
Gentle fingers press
Tapping dancers step
Sparks flying against a midnight sky
Like someone, out of the blue, told me they didn’t care about me
Or what happens to me
Sometimes
When it’s just about to turn dark
And the heat of summer
Floats in through the window
And sits waiting
To put its sweaty palm against my throat
And feel the breath go out of me,
I feel a rock deep inside that somehow I swallowed
That weighs my whole body down
Sometimes the hope leaks out in a steady stream
Like the fountains at the park
Sometimes it leaves in a hurry
Like someone who got really embarrassed
And ran as fast as they could
To ask themselves why they had to be such an idiot
Such an idiot
In front of all those people
All those people
But when I get sad
There’s no-one around
Just me
I let pity wrap its arms around me
We dance until the night cools down
And the stars once more glimmer promise
Okay
But you don’t really
You just say you do to be supportive
In reality, you don’t know them or their life
Or the depth of their situation
The intimate details get lost
In the “alright with the world” attitude we carry
You know those times when you think that it’s not you,
It’s them
When in reality, it is you
Because you can’t stop thinking about what you did
Or what you didn’t do
You let things consume you
Other people stomp on you
You know those times when you say,
“I’m sorry for your loss,”
“I know how you feel.”
“I’ll be there if you need me”
Why can’t we say those things to ourselves?
We don’t want to hear them
We don’t think we deserve to hear them
Or accept them
As the World Goes On
But no one hears
It's stuck inside my own ears
As I silence still
The dew drop rose
Falls into the water
It gets carried away
On an ocean breeze
And I'm reminded still that world hasn't stopped
To grieve my loss of honor
I'm reminded of the song I sing
Silent as the trees
The sky's turned black
The rose has tumbled under
I hold my breath
Afraid I might drown
As my soul gets weighed down
As my soul falls in the water
As the world goes on and on
Echoes Of Nothing But Dust
Not a single drop left
No water to quench my thirst
Only echos remain
Leaning in
I hear my voice
"Hello"
I shout
"Hello"
It echos back
A dry echo,
Coughing upon dust
Choking upon dust
It's lonely here
For company.
No question of that
For the bricks crumble
As I wind up a bucket full of dirt
Dust balls rolling over the hill beyond
Over dried grass
Withered flowers
Echos of life turned dead
I have one wish left
That birth would renew
Itself
Here.
One wish, into the wishing well
"I wish"
I say sofly
"I wish"
It echos back
Forlorn,
Still dirt rigged and brittle.
Bringing my head back from inside
And tilting my face up towards the sky
Dark clouds
Let loose
The beautiful, crystal clear rain
Pelting on my lips
Caught on my dry tongue
Relished by my refreshed soul and mind!
Two Haikus
Onto leaves of fresh, green life
Nature's touch caress
Rain drops described to move free
Pelting wet on stones
Melted
So black
Color flashing in all directions
Splashes soaking in and disapeering beneath
the dark blanket covering the stars
A time of great joy!
No!
Not anymore
All these are are distant memories
That cannot be relived
As much as I hoped before that once
Just once
I could feel that unthinkable, unreachable
Feeling of contentment
When watching in awe the blaze of lights
On a cool, breezy summer night
With a connected, whole friendship
With the sky above.
New memories have to be created
But they will never take the place
Of those distant memories
That will always be pulling at the back of my brain
Oh, but my head doesn't realize
The flashes brilliant with red, green, blue...
Have long ago melted in a downpour of heavy rain.
