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Wylsner Bastien Poem
"Woman of my dreams..Never met her cuz i don`t sleep"
I cant see her with my eyes open
Reality gives me what i need but my dream gives what i want
Woman of my Dreams.......
teach me how to sleep so i can finally meet you, because my thoughts only last as
long as my blinks do
I cant be just satisfied with the basic minimum
Cant keep waiting on my mind to tell me everything about you because its just as
wrong as i am
too many thoughts collide, and coincide with many qualities tough to find in one
Woman of my Dreams.......
How long until the lying becomes trying because my intentions are just as clear as
the perfection seen between your eyelids
Places no one focuses on
How long until i have enough strength in my body to take that dirty road to meet you
where i can move past the rough life above my feet to see you
because nothing in life comes easy
Woman of my Dreams.......
How many days will walk by until i read you this poem
im feeling like your life is playing hard to get with mine
I just want a glimpse, just a taste of who you are before i meet you
In all honesty my mind isnt ready, but my heart is in the right place
So as i turn the page and write these last words, i must say goodnight
I lay on my head and prepare to present these words as a gift to you
While my eyelids close, indicating the desire for sleep i know i am entering the most
important piece of me life
Falling asleep i know that it is now that i shall meet the
Woman of my Dreams.......
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Wylsner Bastien Poem
I’ve been stuck on the back of your mind for years
Trying to develop a pattern that is within your thought process
See you were my first project..
Not that I had any other options, but I was kind of indirectly assigned to you
Funny thing is that you might not ever know because I have different identities
You see I’ve been trying to develop a relationship with you
Something sort of secretive because if I told you then your mind would not be able
to comprehend
I mean your mind is my best friend so I guess that makes me part of your cerebrum
In a way I AM a part of your thought process
Sometimes you meet me, and sometimes you don’t
What I’ve done is watch your actions grow but not you yourself
Trying to play (beanie mean my-knee Moe) with your emotions to see which ones to
play tag with
Your decisions expand but your reasoning seems to diminish over time
You tend to act upon emotion but not motion itself
See I’ve been meaning to tell you that I’ve watched all of your mistakes
Desperately SCREAMING at you so that I can prevent another one from happening
I’ve been trying to stop the influences that bring you in circles…….
I am the one who’s been telling you right from wrong and sometimes left…you
between the ups and downs
My voice has been keeping you from committing verbal suicide, and going on a
mental pause
It is my voice that has been stopping you from messing with those people, in that
place, with those things, at the same price with the pace of a million nothings
It is I who has been telling you from the start to never trust what you can’t believe
in but also act within reason
But yet like always you ignore me…
You neglect my advice and the paths that I try to lead you on
You tell yourself things as if to mimic my existence
Often times you would feel good about your decisions but I will always be knocking
on your door
You have been close to reaching a point where everything makes sense
Where you have analyzed things and pick them apart so nothing seems out of the
ordinary
But you ignore that little sense of reasoning and then dust it away with ignorance
I am........... your conscience
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She said all she ever wanted was to know the feeling of being wanted
all she ever needed in life was the one thing she knew how not to get
see she been through a lot and….
just didn’t want to go through life not experiencing love in its truest form
to her all that mattered was if she can have a moment leading to others where she
can give another person the title of “him”
pictures and stories told gave her a distant feeling of what it was like to be with
someone who made the night “stand still”
its not that she is too old but the youthfulness in her waiting ages second by second
Every night she dreams of a promise that leads to a life with a “Happily Ever After”
She even has this dream during the day at certain moments…
all she knows is that the success in her life seems to be in its embryonic stage and
only love can make it complete
Before she runs out of things to live for all she wants is something that’s worth dying
to
Everyday she sees the same people but there’s this one person she sees with a
different feeling each day
All these thoughts run through her mind but with just a little bit of uncertainty
So she looks at him and in turn he does the same..
One blink…then another blink…and the unspoken conversation is over
and as she looks away the sky darkens and the day is……over
as she walks away she tries to relive the moment and comes to the conclusion that
the next day is a new “conversation”
so as she walks to the same destination the next day all she could think about is
what was said in their blinks
then he looks up and her heart seems to beat almost three times before
because….there he was again
in her mind came thoughts of all sorts
He seemed like the right person..well dressed, looked successful, never walking with
the wrong crowd
but she asked herself if a step and a word was better than the blinks of last time
One thing that never changed was the fact that
She said all she ever wanted was to know the feeling of being wanted
all she ever needed in life was the one thing she knew how not to get
see she been through a lot and she never wanted to be the…..
Broken Hearted…….
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