Dream Life

                                             You may not believe in magic, But don't you think it strange, The amount of matter in our universe, Has never slightly changed, That all which makes your body, Was once part of something more, And every breath you ever breathe, Has seen it all before, There are countless scores of beauty, In all the things that you despise, It could once have been a shooting star, That now makes up your thighs, And atoms of forgotten life, Who've long since ceased to roam, May now have the great honour, To call your crokked smile their home, You may not believe in magic, But I thought that you should know, The makings of your heart were born, Fourteen billion years ago, So next time you feel lonely, When this world makes you feel small, Just remember that it's part of you, And you're part of it all.

                                        I guess you could call me broken, says one. I'm still lonely, says another, but now I can name it with a song. In my poem, says another, I can forget I am forgotten. Now I understand being misunderstood, says another. And another says, in a bold, undeniable voice of power, I won't step down from myself again. And they are beautiful, beautiful, standing one by one at the mic where they have come forth at last from behind the curtain.

                                         I have been lonely for a while now. I used to say it's because I loved my solitude and independence. I'm Thirty-one now and I don't think loneliness is cutting it anymore. Curious cat. I wonder if I live like this because my days may be numbered? Or do I live this because I'm fucked up in the head? I'm better alone. I'm better alone. I'm better alone. I'm better alone. I'm better alone. BUT if you keep telling yourself you're bird, one day you'll think you can fly. Fighting the urge to disappear, fighting the emotions when I get involved with someone. Reminding myself it's okay to like someone, yet still screaming in my head " None of this means anything, they're just nice and even if they did, you don't deserve it!" Stop being happy. stop being happy. Stop being happy. Stop being happy. Stop being happy. Stop being happy. I become this dragon...

                                        I have many sides but which one is the                       original? I go by many different names but which                         one is mine? I hear so many voices my own was lost in                the echo's years ago My memories feel like that of a stranger's  I can't seem to remember people I'm                  supposed to know I feel like I'm going crazy yet to others it's                     all just a show My heart is going numb from all the pain                    it feels constantly And it seems that the more I'm searching,  Th...

                                                 It's been a while since words have found me,    the time between - you'll come and go;    I'd grown to love the sun around me,    I've been a stranger to my woe. It's been so long since there was silence,    all around me, your voice had rung;    like a bird who sings, to greet the morning,    to tell you that the day has come.   It's been some time since I've felt lonely,     like a book that is, no longer read;     the darkness lingers on, without you,     it fills my empty heart with dread. It seems an age ago, since you have left me,     time has filled me, with words unsaid;     as the sadness seeps into me slowly,     and I am left to face the night ahead.