"Living is such a privilege?"

I hear it a lot.

And, it is.

kind of.

Living is truly a dream, when

you’re with your best friends, and you’re living such a meaningful moment that you start to miss before it even ends.

or when you get a good grade on something you worked hard for, everything you did was worth it.

But the world doesn’t work like that.

Of course; why would it?

What would you do when...

In a world full of dark alleys,

And haunted woods,

I dream of a world

Full of meadows and streams.

In a world of black and white,

I dream of a world full of color.

In a world full of war and famine,

I dream of a world

Full of peace and prosperity.

In a world like this,

All dreams were once possibilities

Now faded by the movement of time....

Am I a lonely planet?

The moon is my only friend.

The night is quiet

And my memories loud

My first shoelaces tied at the age of four

And my path unclear at twenty six

The present everchanging

The future an illusion

Still in a dark cocoon, and I’m scared.

Like a storm in Hawaii

People just passing me by.

Time is a concept and a bomb

The months roll by

And I’m still in the same bed

Just diffe...

_Dreaming._

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_It’s what I did best._

_I always dreamt dreams, the vivid images of hope surrounding me._

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_Dreams of bliss, and dreams of success._

_Dreams of happiness, and dreams of life._

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_And then I woke I woke up._

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_Was it always a nightmare?_

_Was it always this harsh?_

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_How could the vivid turn gray, and how could the the hope turn empty?_

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_When did the leaves start falling?_...

The subconscious manifests

A conscience consequence

Of the context in reflex

Reflections compacted

In fractions

The traction of which

Sits to soak

In the marbling of our being

A bengign but hard to find

Fine confined line

That exists in not what we do

But our why

You say there might be a distance

A stark dissonance

In what exists and

What we manifest

But the feelings in our dreams

Wh...

The day the stars died,

no warning came, no signs at all.

Everything else was the same—

whatever “same” means.

The world was still fighting itself,

and we were still out of time,

as if we ever had any.

I was there when they died,

and there after it happened.

It wasn’t rain but yellow drops,

more like blood than water.

They were killed,

so they bled—

like us.

Nothing felt safe.

But for a mom...

I hug you

You hug me back

But I hang on a tad longer because I know it won’t last forever

I know you’ll be gone soon

But then suddenly I wake up

I come to the sad realization that it was a dream

Forever a fairytale that won’t ever come true

I hold myself hoping

Hoping I can feel your burning touch still on my skin

Hoping I can imagine what it feels like to be hugged by you once again

Bu...

Summer fun all day

Kids laugh and play in sunshine

The chains of school break

At least, that’s what books tell me.

But…

The hot sun brings frost

Upon the heart, upon mind

Burning vessels lost

I’ve always preferred winter anyways....

Hope,

Tints your vision

Scope,

And changes your season.

Weight,

On your heart.

Sight,

Altered your chart.

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Hope,

Tinted your vision.

Rope,

Held up as reason.

Weight,

On your present.

Flight,

Escape from this descent.

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Oh,

To be present.

So,

This fantasy does not resent.

One,

Rational mind,

Two steps,

Off a railway bridge.

/

The consequences of one’s actions, regardless of our hope and t...

The pillow soft,

Its scent filling my senses.

Asleep in a alpine loft,

Perfection in these lenses.

You laying by my side,

Bosom rising and falling.

On my face a smile did reside,

This rest was my calling.

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The sheets rough against my skin,

Tears dry around my eyes.

Was this the punishment for my sin,

Or just the harshess of my cries?

The bed empty and cold,

Your absence a weight.

What price ...