Dreaming. Leaving. 


Life is only a series of leaving. 

A life long account of dreaming. 

Every face I see,

Every heart I know,

Ends up leaving me in the cold. 

My dreams are the only friends I know,

But even on dark days, I’m left alone. 

Lone wolf,

Forgotten doe,

My bitter thoughts are my only foe. 

Everything keeps leaving except the demons inside,

Them, I pry, I be, I cry,

Please leave me!

Please let me free!

When people forget you, 

When your dream has met its end,

Why is it the good leaves so fast?

Why is it that the bad always comes back?

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A New Perspective for dreams


I dreamed a dream,

That I would live,

I would love,

I would laugh,

And I would die. 

 

 

I dreamed a dream,

One full of adventures,

One with milestones galore,

One that is everything I can imagine,

Too much would lie in store. 

 

But my dream,

Didn’t seem to work out. 

  

I lived a life,

Of hard fought battles,

Of the darkest of times,

Of painful hours,

Of an impossible climb. 

 

Just because I can’t beat it,

Doesn’t mean I cannot dream. 

 

Just because I’ve become a victim,

Doesn’t mean I’ve lost my steam. 

Take my body, take my rights,

But you can never take my mind,

I’ll get a new perspective,

One that still leads me to the sky. 

I’ll never give up hope,

You cannot stop me, I’ll fly

So as my wings come and I take flight,

Please,

Don’t cry.

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Serendipitous Symphonies


Splendid speeches spool slowly from the locked away mind

Our distanced hopes and dreams this world would never wish us to find

Sincere songs of souls and sweet goodbyes

Every dream a snipet

Each thought a line

Together

Intended to enchant the divine

A symphony of people and places across time

A message of serendipity

Of fullness

To thrive

Each piece a measure

Of all of our lives. 

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One Mississippi…

The pitch black nights are the hours filled will the most vibrant and outstanding objects. 

The bleakest morning are those that encompass the pinnacles of excitement.

The most painful moments are the ones laden with the deepest volumes of beauty. 

Each passing day, each shifting hour, each itching moment,

…One Mississippi…

…Take a deep breath…

…Pause a moment and take in what is around you…

Everything,

Everywhere,

Surrounding your soul.

The only reason nights lack light, a lack of presence of observed by your eyes,

The singular logic for mornings having bleakness and a sense of loneliness,

The one way the most hurting times of life mature into something beautiful…

Nothing is as it seems.

Or as they appear to be. 

Stop looking at the surface,

Start looking beneath.

Halt yourself from making assumptions,

Begin to make observations. 

…Two Mississippi…

…Exhale deeply…

…Go back to the one thing in your surrounding that caught your eye…

It’s a perception issue,

A delay in deduction,

A misfire in interpretation.

Alas, freeze your frame,

Put a moratorium on those thoughts,

So much as to the venture of thinking in which you were progressing. 

…three Mississippi…

The end lies here. 

You’ve tracked a path all the way to here. 

Where is here?

Exactly.

That reason, 

For darkness, bleakness, pain…

Life, in its most simple attributes,

Is a series of moments strung together in a narrative that we label as our own. 

Each picture, each pause, 

Is a blank canvas,

Leaving you to make beauty out of everything.

That my fellow dreamer is the magnitude of dreaming. 

Don’t leave your symphonies, your novels, without embellishing them,

Without making them your own. 

You are the dreamer, the architect, the perpetrator of innovations in this awe inspiring play.

Your dreams are your paintbrush,

Now is your time to make those lines. 

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Exit…please?


*ding ding*

Wow. 

There isn’t much space here. 

Maybe I should…

Wait. 

Stop. 

Right where you are. 

Whatever thoughts you’re having,

Whatever decisions you made,

Let them just halt for a moment.

I plead with you, listen to me. 

You’re staring at the exit like its the only option. 

Is running from this really what will solve it?

I’m here. We were here. Why do you have to go?

This room was filled with dreams and happiness and sincerity and honesty. 

Empty. Space. Silence. 

I can’t even stand in our room. 

I look through foggy windows,

Teary eyes,

A heavy heart,

And struggling dreams. 

I want that exit. 

From the heartache,

From the pain,

From all those wonderful memories that seem to have been forgotten,

Left behind,

And here I am. 

I’ll sit here. 

I’ll watch…

That exit sign. 

Just because you walked out of my life and my dreams,

Doesn’t mean you can’t walk back. 

Copyright Dream Beyond 2017