writings that are expressive in nature; poetry, short stories, self expression.
The ether is real
Ethereal
All of your dreams
Tell you one thing
Your feelings, your fears
Determine your experience
In the real
Dreaming is living
Dreams tell you when you fear
Dreams tell you when you have courage
Dreams tell you everything you experience is determined by your feelings
Dreams feel REAL
Dreams are ethereal
Dreams are very REAL
Just like you can manipulate dreams
So reality
Sailing through the turbulence of a sea of sand,
The mind shapes your face with dust, and suddenly vanishes away
With the breadth of life your words take life and with sounds of chaos they disappear
When I crossed that unstable bridge I was scared to death,
Yet I made it in good company, I sat with you under a tree.
I tried modestly hard to imprint a nice impression of myself
But then I realized and shied away.
I believe in love,
Because I have lots of it and I can't be the only one.
If you want to keep going to that plane that we both agree is toxic,
I'll have to walk away.
Not because I don't love you,
But because I have to choose between yourself or myself.
Between a toxic life, or one full of vitality and good intentions.
I hope the high was worth the pain.
And I am bitter in the mind,
I can barely stay on my lane.
The illusion has begun demolishing old castles in my reign.
The people in them are shedding their skins like snakes.
My whereabout it seems is a hell
Do I stay or do I go?
A life ago I was shining star
Today am a mere slave to an emotional need
A state of mind that fluctuates in highs and lows.
To be a hero or a villain
A vessel set to rot in time.
A painful life is ahead.
Born innocent and tainted by the stupidity of the world.
Everything is colorful and ends up grey, like the ashes of burnt possibilities
and a dream that was meant to be shared.
To remain positive or allow the sadness to prevail