Dreams

Dreams. What are they? Are they a brink between our imagination and reality? or they simply just a "dream?"

There is a bit of truth to every dream. If there wasn't, we wouldn't dream of familiar faces or places. But how can you draw the line between imagination and reality. Sometimes you wake up crying, sometimes you wake up smiling, and sometimes you wake up in terror.

Dreams aren't simply the what if, could of, should of, or wish that could happen. It's the hope in our hearts, the creativeness in our minds.

Are dreams bad? Doesn't it mean you aren't getting good sleep? Is your pillow all out of whack? Do I need a tempur pedic bed?

For awhile, I was dreaming everyday, for everynight, everytime my head lay down. My dreams gave me something that no one, no thing, no person, no place could ever give me.

Unending Happyness.

Unlike life. Dreams don't come with the bulk of life.

If I could dream forever, every night, everytime I lay my head down.

I dream forever.

Surrounded by fire

there's no escape
i get burned when i try
smokes fills my lungs
as i drown in my own demise
there's nothing i can do
i feel so helpless
there's no reason to fight
this fire surrounds me
let it consume me
leave me behind
when all is lost

the darkness

as i lose myself
to the dark abyss
my emotions go staggered
im different
its uncontrollable
its undeniable
im lost
to this darkness
it embodies me
i feel it yearning to come out
with nothing in its way
its bound to collide
with hurt

red

scream
everything has just begun
you feel the red
its the rush
its the blood
it goes straight towards your head
there's no reason why
there's no trying to understand
accept it
as it takes over your conscious
as it exhausts your mind and spirit
as soon as you realize
its the anger
but everything has just begun
scream