Saturday, March 28, 2009

Broken Dreams


What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it still exist

like a breeze unseen?

Or has it vanished

And then been forgotten?

Does it pursue a second chance?


Or is its only desire to be remembered?


Like a soul leaving the body

Maybe it continues its journey

Or maybe it just dies.


Thursday, March 26, 2009

Sixty Sicks


I am sick of the sight of you.

You are always staring back,

even when i am not.

Day one - you were here.
Today you were here.
You are everywhere.

everywhere.

A number with no meaning,
means everything to me.

You have scarred me.

Are you only coincidental;
a pigment of my imagination?
or is this real?

For what purpose do you follow me?

Am i supposed to know?
I am sick of the sight of you.
Yet you have opened my eyes,
to live for a reason,
an uncomprehending purpose,
unraveling before my eyes.
Your brutish scent keeps me intrigued.
I only hope you guide me the right path.
For there is no escaping your presence.
You are always here.
You will always be here.
66.


Wednesday, March 25, 2009

A Revelation

As the fire consumes him inside,
He is consuming the fire.
He arose within the darkness,
Staring deep into nothing,
Only wishing for something.
What this something is,
is beyond himself.
For all that is shown is a corpse shell.
He is alive,
Yet already dead.
In reality he has no reason to live,
but only to die.
So why does he live?
Not all is consumed by the fire.




Thursday, March 12, 2009

Sixteen.








March twelfth.








March twelfth, nineteen hundred and ninety three.









March twelfth, two thousand and nine.








Six years since only having a single digit in my age.







I have been breathing
5,846 days.








Where have those days gone?








Has my imaginary friend,
with the deformity of an arm,
consumed them from my memory?









This day marks a new beginning.








I shall pursue my thoughts,
venturing towards the life that has always taken my breath away.









A life lit with hope all the way past the horizon.








Where lights bring the city to life.








And glistening tunnels never end.








A life of sightseeing...
and imagination becoming reality.









it is now eight minutes until my wish.








Now seven.








11:05 p.m. is the time.








What shall i wish...
Hope...
for...?








Not wealth in currency.








Not anything following the silhouette of materialistic items.








I wish...
Hope...
Envision...
for the life i dream of.








Travel the world,
In awe of the worlds wonders..








Finding the true identity of a lingering shadow ever following me.









Living for something greater than myself.








Learning why we exist.








Wondering.








Ever wondering.








It is now 11:10 p.m.








11:11 p.m.








11:12 p.m.



Somebody Else.



You are the only one I can look up to
The only one I can see
You're always there
Bright and gleaming
You make me feel alive
The way you take my breath away
I wish I could see you
every single day
but this lifeless haze
It covers your face
It covers your mysterious ways
I want to know every aspect about you
know your every thought
Do you really exist?
Even if not,
you are the only one I can trust,
With my every thought,
My every secret,
You complete me.
You are the galactic abyss.
The stars above.
My hope.
My love.
My life.


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