Dreamers are the worst.
They promise you the world,
When they don't have their own.
Dreamers never keep their word.
Never long-term.
They never see tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
Dreamers hope for better than they have.
But they never understand the path.
Of pain.
Dreamers are so often alone.
All banished from home.
The same.
Dreamers will all one day die.
The hopeless lay beside.
Lost there.
Dreamers never get finality.
Could they understand reality?
Nightmare.
Dreamers smile and cry.
Swept by a bloody tide.
Shark.
Dreamers are the worst.
I am left with nothing.
It is a teamwork type of thing-
Ringing the bell so well
The next mashup of a maxed out bashing of an over flowing cup of mountain water upstream-
Kings the next castling on the other side of the ring
Ding-ding
Back for more “bling, bling!”
Onion rings on the side, pretty please!
Watch how my truck sings as it revs up after a mental rental goes caching ching
Just saying...
Lying, laying, slaying & spraying-
Weighed in like Jayda- WILL SMITH I "lit" my cig-
was fuzzy wuzzy big?
Failed Trigonometry
Sold Origami
My salami
Is like " Salam Aleiki"
Hate me please
It could be a breeze
I am NOT on my knees
Please
Jeez!
Go TX!
Are we just dreamers?
Drowning in anothers soul
Somebody else's plus one
Only half never whole
Poetry is the voice piece
Kneading words like soft dough
Tasting all its goodness
Letting your creative flow
Release your imagination
Let your phoenix fly
Give birth to your intention
Don't be scared to cry
For poetry is the wisdom
Peddling emotion at your door
Giving others that opportunity
To appreciate you more
How far can the heart serve?
Bring light to a barren land
Talking another's language
In hope, they'll understand
A kiss upon a faint lip
Soft touch upon a face
The words within a poem
Can unite the human race
Resurrect love for each other
Whisper secrets of the heart
Are we just dreamers?
Needing a place to start.
Delicate Dance of Melody
[Verse 1[
In the quiet of the night, we find our tune,
Whispers dancing softly, like a silver moon.
Sketches on the paper, colors yet to blend,
Melodies of dreams, where hearts can mend.
Softly now, it starts to rise, a delicate sound beneath the skies.
[Chorus]
Let the melody unfold, like pedals in the breeze,
Every note a memory, our hearts at ease.
Dancing to the whispers, timeless and free,
In this delicate embrace, just you and me.
[Verse 2]
In the shadows, laughter plays, a gentle song,
Echoes of our worries, where we both belong.
Tracing outlines of our past, memories so sweet,
With a fragile harmony, we’ll never miss a beat.
Catch the notes before they flee,
In this moment, just you and me.
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Together in the silence, we’ll let it glow, A delicate melody, forever flow.
Writer
thoughtful, listening
scribbling, shaping, remembering
ink, breath, memory, light
dreaming, drifting, becoming
ancient, infinite
Dreamer
Loving brings us glow,
Praying for peace, good for soul,
Dreamers unite so!
Not always, but sometimes,
Our dreams really do come true.
We often live dreams of others,
Replacing our nightmares for their dreams.
Such dreams are free without our strings attached.
How beautiful
Are our lives
When we
Dream.
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The page unfurls—white as a hospital sheet,
stark as a crow’s wing against snow.
Poets scrawl their promises in pencil,
aware that the eraser waits,
smug in its tin.
Mistaking hope for prophecy,
midnight champagne still
bubbles in their veins.
They lean closer and whisper,
This year, the stars will spell my name.
Dreamers clutch their sanguinity like kite strings,
eyes fixed on a horizon
stitched from thin light and maybe.
January believes in them~
poets and dreamers.
Ahh the shadows hello old friends
Under dark skies which over me bends
Within its folds it jealously keeps
The watch over me as I sleep
Heeding the peal of dreaming's knell
The sleeper awakes in mystic spell
Ballads from some unknown sage
Played out upon no earthly stage
Revelations wide and deep
Knowledge belonging only to sleep
I tread these trails both near and far
That begin and end with but one door
To pass beyond a fare is bade
Unwillingly the price is paid
Relinquishing the treasures lent
I awake with only wonderment
We were witches brewing potions from twigs and berries in our backyards
Amateur astronomers wide eyed under the stars
We were royalty having tea in makeshift tents in our living room floors
Children with limitless imagination
We were kings of the world
Never knowing the existence of locked doors
We were told our whole lives that those envelopes were meant to be pushed and when we dared try to live as we dreamed
The world said, no
They pointed fingers, they laughed, they twisted their faces and turned their backs
They cursed and accused, insulted and abused
Those that gave up on themselves to live miserable lives want others to suffer as they suffer but don't you dare do that
Keep following your heart , stay living true
Keep being artists, writers, dreamers, dancers, creators
Saints, you all
Keep giving the world your brilliant fantasies and vivid colors
All of us are needed to weave the most perfect tapestry
Keep being beautiful you
She's taller bolder than the rest
She repsesents the human nature,
In heart her kindness dosen't hurt
Some say beauty in black beauty in luck
You see beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder
Everyone deserves to be loved
Everything deserves to be observed
I cherish every beauty in nature
Things that can't be measured
The world is not made for dreamers, creatives, artists
those who are guided by emotions and passion
so many how have talent crushed
by the systems instead of nurtured
so few can make it
for there dreams crushed
Near ocean surf, buds bloom.
Duet-sashay in silky dress.
Side to side sway of locks.
Teeny feet in tall grass.
Brunette and strawberry blonde.
Pinwheel-limbs like pale ballerinas.
Midnight-bare without glass,
Fairy-soles in overgrown freesia.
Sisters in momentum of glee.
Brushed eyes, opened and closed.
Dreamers adrift on waft canvas.
Ebb-flow of pink stars, superimposed.
Two lovers walk intertwined watching the waves as they roll across the endless shore. Their love for each other unbreakable and eternal. The lovers’ hearts so interlaced they beat as one instead of two.
Together in life, in death, into what comes beyond. The lovers walk a singular path, a path that is certain to have potholes and obstacles, setbacks and bumps but also encouragement and truth, understanding and love.
Never without love. An imperishable love woven from the chapters of the lovers’ life.
What do you think about
when you stare at the sky?
Thinking about tomorrows
or of the days gone by?
Maybe you hear angels
greeting those who have gone,
While I feel the teardrops
of those kept here too long.
Are your dreams still of youth,
full of bright futures to come?
And will you not grow old
before those dreams be done?
You might find the beyond,
that far and exotic place,
While I'll wake in the morn
with no footprints left to trace.
You'll reach sunshine through rain,
know the good times over bad;
You'll hold dear every name
of each friend you've ever had.
Then you'll never look back
at the forgotten unknown
As I walk the midnight streets,
so far behind and alone.
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