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But, don't you remember how to dream?
No, stop blaming it
On the nightmares,
And stop living in a world
Where you play reality
Like it's visions in your head.
Don't you remember how to dream?
Before you allowed reality
To play you like the nightmare
You've been believing
That you're living?
Remember how to dream?
Enough with the nightmares,
It's your choice of when
To put an end to things -
It's your choice of when
To say to the problems: NO!
Remember to dream.
When you shut your eyes,
Turn the flames of Hell
Into a shining sun
That will lead you a path
Out of your own trap.
Dream...
When it gets rough,
Simply remember my words
And follow the voice that speaks
As it tries to lead you on the road
Of how to dream again.
Don't you remember how to dream?
It's not the nightmares,
It's simply your reality -
But your reality is based,
Upon the choices you're making -
Just shut your eyes,
And let the dreams spill back -
Yes, it will be rough,
But just follow the path ~
And I'll tell you how to dream.
No, stop blaming it
On the nightmares,
And stop living in a world
Where you play reality
Like it's visions in your head.
Don't you remember how to dream?
Before you allowed reality
To play you like the nightmare
You've been believing
That you're living?
Remember how to dream?
Enough with the nightmares,
It's your choice of when
To put an end to things -
It's your choice of when
To say to the problems: NO!
Remember to dream.
When you shut your eyes,
Turn the flames of Hell
Into a shining sun
That will lead you a path
Out of your own trap.
Dream...
When it gets rough,
Simply remember my words
And follow the voice that speaks
As it tries to lead you on the road
Of how to dream again.
Don't you remember how to dream?
It's not the nightmares,
It's simply your reality -
But your reality is based,
Upon the choices you're making -
Just shut your eyes,
And let the dreams spill back -
Yes, it will be rough,
But just follow the path ~
And I'll tell you how to dream.
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Real Estate
The cost of intellectual property has gone up.
I can already feel the ideas curdling like milk,
Strings of silver silk lining
Tangling it up so neatly--
A package for the loan-shark in my bed in the morning.
A message to my lover, to whom I owe such a debt:
All you ever do anymore is take.
My poems crumble at the touch,
Fading into the clusters of Sunday brunch and Family Guy reruns.
What's the price of the two seconds of quiet
Without a pile of unfilled lines awaiting my autograph
Ruffling through the papers you'll have me sign-
What wouldn't I give to sign with the devil, over you...
Teetering on the corner of thought,
My pen limp and b
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The Journey
Beneath my skin, my veins pulse with desire
To know why I am here.
As I journey to find the answers to life,
I sail through the monotonous seas
That stretch forever beyond the horizon.
As my ship sails towards the dry land,
Mountains tower before me,
Filling me with both awe and intimidation.
But the mountains are eroding as time passes by,
Into merely fragments of what they once were.
I move my eyes and watch the glaciers
Melt slowly into rivers.
But even though they disappear,
They melt to provide water for all life on this planet.
You could say rivers are created by glaciers for a purpose.
I ponder those mountains and glac
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Why I stay
1.
every day you wake me
with a gentleness
I did not know you possessed
every day
you are waiting at the door
like clockwork,
stamping your feet
on the frozen ground,
smiling grimly
with your bone white teeth
2.
there is a restlessness going around,
something I think
borne of this winter air
I am filled with a longing
not lustful, nor painful,
but rather like a constant
pulling
from every direction
3.
as if the particles themselves
that compose my body
are becoming detached
tired of the tension, the constant
push to shove
necessary
to deserve your love
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Nightmares can be the side effect of the choices we've made that lead us to the troubles in life...
This was simply inspired by someone who keeps falling and is refusing to try. They were really beginning to piss me off, so I decided to be as realistically blunt as possible to them.
I have a feeling they won't be making any more bad choices, but I also have a feeling we won't be talking again any time soon...
This was simply inspired by someone who keeps falling and is refusing to try. They were really beginning to piss me off, so I decided to be as realistically blunt as possible to them.
I have a feeling they won't be making any more bad choices, but I also have a feeling we won't be talking again any time soon...
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I love this poem, how you wrote it and how its narrated