Dreaming in Dreams

i chat with you in the dark hours
like a vampire in the night
wanting more of what i cannot have

i cannot see your face in the dark
i cannot hear your voice
i can only go by the words on my screen

at the very least i want to hear your voice
to know your accent
to hear its deepness

is it gentle and smooth
or deep and rough
maybe a mix of both

as my fingers touch the key
i wonder what you think about
are your fingers resting on the
keys as well

i chat with you in the light hours
you are a piece of sunshine
as we share parts of our day

i still cannot see your face
or hear your voice
im still going by the words on my screen

both the days and nights we chat
i love the way you think
and your sense of humor

i wonder where the time has gone
i sit here in the darkness
like a vampire in the night
waiting for you
knowing you are not waiting for me

~ Dreaming~

nothing like being a corpse bride … and one so young.

Thu, 06 Dec 2012 00:05:48 -0600

nothing like being a corpse bride … and one so young.

"Can we stop these dreams from turning into fiction? Can we make them real?"

Wed, 05 Dec 2012 23:57:15 -0600

“Can we stop these dreams
from turning into fiction?
Can we make them real?”

- Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

tylerknott: Typewriter Series #252 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Wed, 05 Dec 2012 23:56:57 -0600

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #252 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Super Hero

Thu, 06 Sep 2012 12:52:36 -0500

I’m going to try something new today … it’s a work in progress so, please be patient with me.

I didn’t know that life as a Super Hero was going to be so lonely. If I would have known, maybe I would have left everyone on their own. I can’t fix everyone’s problems or lives. It just doesn’t work that way!

I sit here in the sun, wondering… Wondering why? Why didn’t I just walk away. Especially knowing none of you are going to help me, by helping yourselves.

A drink in hand, wondering why I shatter myself for you. I drink in the sunlight and walk the streets in the screaming darkness. I stare in to a drink that will never touch my lips. Never dance gracefully along my tongue.

I scream in to the light while clawing at the darkness. A Super Hero going crazy. Going crazy hearing your voice in my head. Calling out to me. Taunting my waking moments and haunting my soul.

I once reached for you in my sleep. Yet in reality, you were never there. Long gone, lost in the darkness of my imagination. Slipping in to long gone memories, I see you standing before me. Are you real? I have shattered my life to keep you safe. For WHAT?! When I have lost you to the mists.

On the outside I wear a mask. A mask to hide from you. A mask of confidence. When I wear this mask, you all know me. You know I am there to help make things right. To make YOUR life better. People cheer for me and call my name, as if they know me.

WHAT do THEY know?! What do you know about me?? The REAL me… the person lost behind the mask.

Forgotten Remembrance

Sat, 09 Jun 2012 14:33:47 -0500

Forgotten Remembrance

I had forgotten the feel of the Sun’s kiss

of the gentle breeze caressing my skin

the grass tickling my feet

I had forgotten the rich spice sent of the summer air

flowers in bloom

the sounds of the leaves

rustling in the wind

I had forgotten how to sit still and listen

to the many birds calling out

the bees buzzing by

the water lapping at the shore

I had forgotten how to quiet my mind

and become one with nature

to join my energy to hers

I sit here in remembrance of all I have forgotten

of all I want to be.

Dreaming in Dreams

secretedsins: (Read along with SecretedSins: Transient...

Sat, 09 Jun 2012 14:23:43 -0500

secretedsins:

(Read along with SecretedSins: Transient Edition)

Transient

I marvel at my growing past
as time pours ‘round me, flowing fast
forth from a font that must begin
just out of sight, beyond the bend.

Before me, rapids boil ashore;
behind me, pooling ever more
deeply eddies swirl, then still;
an ocean grown against my will.

And I — I cannot stem this flow.
I wait, and watch, and always know
this torrent shall become a stream,
a trickle, then a wistful dream

Of all that I have heard, or seen,
of all that I have ever been;
a damp trail marking where I’ve run,
drying inward ‘till it’s gone.

Just When

Wed, 16 May 2012 19:31:46 -0500

just when things seem to be so good
just when I start walking in the light
just when I start feeling safe in your love

things start to fall a part
the light turns to shadow
my steps start to falter

I want the good
I want to feel the heat of the light
I want to love and be loved

~ Dreaming ~

Sitting outside, watching all the green things come back to life. Wow! An amazing feeling. The Sun...

Fri, 11 May 2012 14:55:12 -0500

Sitting outside,

watching all the green things come back to life.

Wow!

An amazing feeling.

The Sun heats my soul as much as it heats my skin.

Soon to be spending time at the lake,

where I can breath in the fresh water air.

I can let it all fill me up as I drift far from here.

Watching the clouds drift away

wishing I could float away with them

Feeling one with all

being touched by all

feeling at peace with in myself

I just love who I find down by the river relaxing … ;-)

Wed, 09 May 2012 08:21:10 -0500

I just love who I find down by the river relaxing … ;-)

My son’s band … Before they broke up ..

Wed, 09 May 2012 08:18:57 -0500

My son’s band … Before they broke up ..

Lost

Tue, 08 May 2012 07:40:00 -0500

lost in time’s memory

wanting to take a step forward

something is holding me back

screaming out unshed tears

with no one to hear

no on to care

lost in time’s memory

did I ever exist

even in your imagination

screaming out

there is no one there

screaming for repentance

that doesn’t exist

lost in time’s memory

looking for peace

not knowing if I am

really there …

lost and looking for a way out

is time holding on to me?

I think I’m going crazy

~Dreaming~

secretedsins: Earth beneath our feet,we tread upon the past; onall that’s come before.

Mon, 07 May 2012 20:14:24 -0500

secretedsins:

Earth beneath our feet,
we tread upon the past; on
all that’s come before.