^^the dreamers^^

As slow as the world seems to turn, sometimes it can make you dizzy. Time can pass you by in an instant, the blink of an eye. And you can either choose to look back or look ahead. Regret can overwhelm the mind as it is easier for some to reminisce then to imagine. It's easy to sit around all day and wonder how things could have been, or how different things would be now. But the purpose of life is to keep living, to keep going, no matter how hard it is. Regardless of our surroundings, we see what we want to see. we ignore what we wish wasn't there. If it's so simple to manipulate the present, then how come it's impossible to change the past or see the future? Perhaps that is the reason we keep going. Mystery is more intriguing than what we see with the naked eye. Existance is what we make of it. Some things truly are out of our hands, but most of the time it's just an excuse we make for giving up. The truth is that failure is easier than triumph. It's much less of an effort to surrender and go back to our daily routine than it is to brave the unfamiliar. To enter a world of the unknown is terrifying. It's like slipping into a dark hole and not having anything to hold on to or slow you from breaking your fall. Some are okay with comfort, while others strive to encounter that fear. It's like an itch, not necissarily what you want to be done, but what has to be done. Many spend their lives being warm and comfortable, content with reality. The remainder aren't happy unless they're chasing something, wether it be reaching for the stars or swimming to the horizon. Never knowing is what keeps them alive...

beautifully broken

He was a beautiful mess. He seemed to look his best when he was fallin apart. And as he stumbled toward me, his eyes fixated straight ahead, I knew he had stolen my heart. Drawn in by the words he never said, the unspoken passion was there from the start. He could make me feel the sunlight when there wasn't a trace of blue in the sky. I didn't want to sleep at night because he was a waking dream that could never die. Such an organized disaster all scattered everywhere, his eyes were full of despair but his old soul was true. So genuinely ill-prepared for all the simple things he never knew. He wears his façade with elegance, so scared of something real. It's safe to say he's confident when everything is concealed. He can't be aware of his misery if he never has to feel. A walking broken tragedy, so vulnerable in his sadness, there was some sort of sick temptation in all those fucked up nights of madness. He slowly started to lose control, and I reached out my trembling hand. I said ((I cannot save you, as you know, but I promise I can understand)). He said he never expected life itself to ravage all his plans. We all wish for things to work out, but in the end they simply never can. He learned to fake a smile and pretend that it all was fine. I think he even fooled himself because he couldn't draw the line. They say everything heals with time but that just isn't true. Time can carve into a wound and make it sting like it was new. It just gets deeper and deeper until it becomes a part of you. He carried an emotional burden and it was starting to wear him down. He said the same thing that sucked him in was what made him want to leave this town. Trapped into being free isn't as invigorating as it sounds. If I could convince him that there was a chance and something better stood ahead, I would. I'd say all the hopeful words I meant, and I'd believe it all if I only could. I'd tell him that everything would be okay, but in this day all words and feelings do no good.

society

II

Society

You hide behind your mask and think it looks good as long as you look like everyone else. As long as you don't stand out. You take in everyone else's thoughts, everyone else's views and try to claim them as your own. You're so brainwashed that you truly think they are a part of you. You point out others' insecurities in hopes that no one will notice yours. I'd rather stand naked and vulnerable in the light than safe and comfortable in the shadows. I'm sick of society, I'm sick of everyone. You have a cigarette in one hand and a bottle in the other, you yell out, "live fast and die young!!"....are you even living? You have everything mixed up. You mistake vanity for beauty, but something beautiful is never vain. The only way you can tell if someone is truly beautiful is by observing them when they think no one is looking. The word "love" rolls off your tongue much too frequent and far too easily. Love is not something that goes away. If you find yourself saying it to every significant other that you have, chances are it isn't real. You talk of dreams and hopes and passions and goals as if they will just fall into your lap. You look into the future and tremble. You look back at the past and cringe. The purpose of mistakes is not for them to be repeated and excused, but to teach you something. You learn nothing and gain nothing but ignorance. You hear songs but not the music, you read words but don't know the meaning. You view change with fear in your eyes and see no opportunity. You'd sell your soul to experience fame even if you were loved and praised for all the wrong reasons. You flaunt your facade with pride and hide who you are with shame. Your soul is empty and this fucked up world is to blame.

the world (in frames)

It all awakens with curiosity....shining bold and beautifully from afar, promising and full of life. Your eyes widen and your heart skips a beat or two. You are drawn in by it's appeal from the start. A seemingly sweet beginning to a potentially bitter end. Instantly you are thrown into in a whirlwind and, willing or unwilling, you fall victim to it's every move. You enjoy the ride, you feel free and full of exhiliration. But then, slowly, you start to see the flaws. The lights that once shined so bright start to dim. Dreams that once seemed plausible start to fade into the distance. It all comes crashing down. You witness the abundance of wickedness and treachery the world contains. Your naive heart breaks as everything that once made sense is now unfamiliar. You cannot cry, you cannot scream because you are empty. The pain goes so deep that you don't even feel it anymore. The things that used to make you feel at home are the very things that make you feel like a displaced stranger. You feel as though you are sinking into an unknown sea of darkness. You almost let yourself go. You start to remember the things that made you human. If that is all you have to pull yourself up, that is enough. No one can break your dreams but your own self doubt. So you start to believe again, knowing that after every storm comes sunshine, making it all the more warming and comforting. The world might have turned its back on you, but the stars still glisten in the sky, the heavens just above.

in pictues of truth lie...

we paint pictures of the sea

of the fiery sky and frozen trees

well i painted one of you and me

of how perfect we could never be

it made me see what i didn't before

the little things i chose to ignore

your heart was true but your effort was poor

i can see it all so clearly now

a love that once stood strong turns weary somehow

these pictures hang on our walls

but depict nothing real at all

they're the way we imagine things

safe inside a frame they will never be torn

never broken or battered or worn

and although they never change

they can make you feel a different way

if looked at on a different day

i can see it all so clearly now

as these short months turn into long years somehow

at some point in time we will put these pictures away

put them in storage and save them for a rainy day

because we all know things and people change

something that once made you smile can bring you pain

what once gave you peace of mind can drive you insane

the dust might settle but underneath the feelings remain

so we hide the memories of then and replace them with now

instead of wondering why the laughter turned into tears somehow

control.

everything is an illusion so you say. i seem coherent but i'm fading away. i've always believed that one day it would be worth the trouble. one day it would all piece together. you say forever like it has meaning behind it. cross your heart but you can't even find it. at the bottom of a bottle the pain starts to subside. it's so easy to hide behind all of our addictions. in this fictional world it's hard to find something real. if i'm always numb then i'll never have to feel. i can never be broken. never again. counting backwards from ten to fall asleep. this surreal world is something i wish i could keep. reality is deceiving and twisted. looking for an escape but i always miss it. i try to find truth but it's non existant. you can hold me close but i will always be distant. my feet are on the ground but my head is in the clouds. i wish there was an in between. listen closely and you can hear the sound of a broken dream. feelings buried so deep that i don't know they are there. forgive this life and forget despair. it all vanishes so perfectly into thin air. i can disappear without a care.