A flickering shower of sparkling lights have shown us the way. To the city that owns a parade of proud dreamers. No matter the weather, they show us both sides. Sunlight reflects in the glass panes thoughtful gazes. While the rain brings puddle to give us an upside-down perspective. It all seems so lovely before…
Tag: Nightmares
Stars Like A Dandelion
A mansion of radiance lit through windows of a galaxy. Spreading out farther than a canyon of constellations. Gleaming similar to orbs of vivid nebula eyes. Astronomy of blossoming personalities. Marvelous and splendid in the night as we rest. A blanket of protection to ward off the darkness. Wake up! Go out into the night!…
Seafoam And Sirens
Canvas of an unrecognized willow trunk. Droplets of rain given up on by the sky canopy. Colored veins of a painting never finished. A story blotted out with desolated ink. Projects buried and unremembered upon. Crafts beneath the shelfs down each isle. A yard full of pieces and parts, torn and engraved. Each part described…
I Am Smiling
I am smiling and I am trying. I am smiling and I am crying. I am smiling and I am dying. Why is everything blurry? When I lay down for the night. Put away my masks and see myself for once. I see a leash built by the ones I love. How much longer am…
Singing A Lullaby
He has been making his way across a tightrope of doubt. Wishing for the knowledge of who he was born to be. Lonely as if all those meant for him were lost in a drought. He became less hopeful with each passing friendship search in the city. Books of fairy tales giving him false dreams….
Island Of Daydreamers
There is a blue color, my favored kind, full of a depth that seems impossible. Impossibly blue? Impossibly there. Shards and shades of the color paint out in a canvas of mixed color. Rising and falling, twisting and turning, like a dance of a drowning mass. A mass of foam and salt; a mass of…
Nightmare
Its clutches are sharp. The claws dipped in dark forces. Enveloping, yet, somehow charming. Matted hair and wild eyes. Torn by the sticky, striking heat. He’s gasping for air that isn’t there. He’s screaming for someone that will not come. Voices of doubt are what reply, and he’s left to cry. He cannot breathe and…
Could you be the one?
If I wished upon the stars – Would it take away my scars? If I gave away my pain- Would you let me be slain? The voices of doubt could destroy me if I fall away too long. Like a never-ending sentence that forms into a pain-inflicting song. For after all this time under the…
The Unsigned Writer 