dreamscape

the moment i heard the news

my heart sank and never stopped sinking

the day had come

for you to leave this world 

i begged time to stand still

for a just little longer 

one more second

i cried

that’s all i need

but time

it stayed true to it’s word

the hands of the clock

on that pale hospital wall

continued to tick furiously 

because time waits for no one

the living 

charmed, i was 

blinded, i wasn’t 

doesn’t it bother you 

that all the things you say ain’t true?

can’t you shut up for one moment 

when time starts slipping away

and all the people who say

you’ve got until May

tell you to have more faith every day

go where you must

for the road filled with dust

formed from the blood and sweat

of the ones who let

their bodies waste away

who led their hearts astray

fly my dear

roads are meant to be walked on

but the weary trod on and look forlorn

in their darkest moments constantly crying

they look for the silver lining

fix their eyes on it they must

A scientist once asked a dumb question

Only he knew it from contemplation

That it was never stupid to begin with

Because great ideas are born when your mind starts to drift

And bad ideas are made good

Planting the seeds

And only seeing the weeds

When time stands so still

And the trees on the hills

Have all become weak

Branches of hope they seek

A little light is all they need

swing, I move

my body, my mind

floats and dances against my will

the chain that straps itself

tightly around my being

pulls me where I mustn’t

go, my tired self

retires finally

swinging away from the equilibrium

towards the dystopia I crawl

eagerly awaiting the comfort

of your soothing voice

but the silence, it

deafens, and stirs up those

feelings of wanting, longing

desiring, all in vain

for these feelings, they turn quickly

I grew and grew from within you

A tiny bud my muse

Took a chance on you

Now I finally threw

The laughter out of you

Happiness in your belly, well now that’s gone too

All joy is banished within you

Once I know I’m done playing this game

I soar across the river like a lonely petal

Waiting for it’s new owner

Hurry, I wilt fast

the perfect line can never be drawn 

to separate the real from the imaginary 

for we could never separate the two 

they creep up on you when you least expect them to

tell you what you should or should not do 

the voices inside your head, they are not to be underestimated 

they call you names, make you believe what is real and are sadly predicated

upon your greatest fears. oh those loathsome thoughts,

the anxious scurrying it creates that cannot be fought

by constant worrying and nail-biting

for this madness must stop and calmness needs to begin fighting 

these thoughts that can kill a precious, innocent soul in one swoop

the sensitive being succumbs to the malicious intent of those little voices and is utterly duped

she loses herself, drowns reality out and welcomes those little voices 

listening to them she follows their every word and accepts their choices 

to bend to their will she must, but only in her mind does she make that decision 

when all she could have done was to make it her mission 

drifting, floating you wander 

aimlessly searching for the truth that you hope will unclutter 

your deceptive mind 

that is telling you to find 

another source of comfort 

to ease your discomfort 

when all you had to do was look within you 

she accidentally deleted the first post that she was crafting 

and now has to restart the writing 

she thought to herself, ‘well that was a pretty great piece you wrote there

and now it’s lost forever in the deep dark depths of nowhere” 

she wrote about how life had changed so much 

since the day she was brought into the world and how such 

great nonsense has happened, all with much ado about nothing, and so the cycle repeats itself over and over again

rinse and repeat, rise and shine we walk out into the world trying hard to be sane 

struggling to understand the idiosyncratic ways humans behave 

but never eventually succeeding with our efforts in vain, so she never tries to comprehend and only wants to save 

those few positive memories in her tiny tormented mind 

only the ones that truly mattered, matter and will matter till the end of time

Memories that paint a picture of why some battles are worth fighting 

to the death, because there is still some good in this world which she found truly enlightening