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One day you'll tell me softly,Tell me the rest of your dreams.What kind of world is waitingAt the end of this dark path.Will the voiceless voicesDisappear when your love appears?Laughing when your loveShines upon my wounds,And continues its endless journey.I know of the headway,Yet I still have a reasonTo keep on going,As I embrace you in my arms.When I let you go,Something startsWhen I'm alone.We'll do it our wayWhen the...

Two months ago I spent 31 days backpacking China. I didn’t write much on my adventure, but here are the poems I wrote on the trains or in the mountains. A Sun Kissed Phoenix From Dali She stood in the aisle, Sun kissed through the windows of the train, Like Zhou Yu’s ghost. She stood as though She wanted my eyes upon her, She smiled as though She knew they were. She looked left and right and back But she wouldn’t look my...

There’s this bitch I know, and she’s not half as pretty or as smart as she thinks she is (you know the type). Every Friday at 8 am, I have to spend my time listening to her tell me about her greatest latest adventure, which usually is a stupid fucking waste of my time, and an invitation to doze for another hour.But not today. Today, like a blue moon or a shooting star or a once in a lifetime kind of miracle, she keeps my...

Him

Why can't you forgive me for being me?

In my dreams last night I found myself sitting at the dining room table. Like so many times years ago, my report card spread open on the table in front of you. Your fingers again grasping my dreadlocks, tightening more and more as you continued your verbal assault. I could feel the sting in my scalp as you tightened more and pulled harder, trying to lift me from the chair I was sitting in. This is not the first time. Why...

It is time for bed Time to sleep once more I am not as scared to close my eyes As I was before Still I turn the lights down low No darkness for me Not anymore It is the price for caring and The things I have seen The hurt of others And their cries of pain  But in his arms So tightly and protective around me I can finally close my eyes  He keeps the dreams at bay As I close my eyes I am not scared to sleep I trust him to b...

Wondering

Where do dreams come from?

If I'm dreaming of youWould you be dreaming of meCould images be the same for theeFloating freely on a cosmic seaIf I dreamed of youWould you dream of me Are your sheets tied in knotsWondering where dreams come fromWet and breathless from salacious thoughtsBlurry eyed semi conscious partly numbFlirting with reality Fall back into lascivious fantasyFeel my breath upon your neckFingernails rake across your skinMind become a...

When first captured by her eyes,Transparent ocean lullabiesTwo glasses of intoxicating wine Darkened stars slowing TimeShe said her name was the daughter of a mountainWhispering voice, like water from a fountain, Sculpted marble, the color of flowing--With her, the grace of frozen motionWhen I awoke, the spell broken,The last note of an echo spokenWas it a dream, with the stillness of winter?Were the sheets disturbed? Did...

In the land of my dreams I am not scared of anything The sun always shines just so And the rain comes and goes People have smiles on their faces Children have no reason to cry Every ones health is top No reason for a dr. There is no one using drugs There is no random drive by No slums no hate no one discriminates Just peace and joy Love and happiness With everyone getting along Oh how I long for my dreams to come true The...

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“How ya doing?” I say to the empty chair next to me, like I actually expect it to talk back. It won’t, of course – I know it won’t – but there’s something refreshingly simple about being able to talk to inanimate objects and know they’ll never talk back. You don’t really wait for a response because you know one’s never going to come. It’s a known, and I find myself liking knowns more than ever. There’s a saying – better t...

I lay in bed on my side Watching as you sleep You look like an angel A small smile on your face You came to me tonight Seeking love and comfort I gave you both And bade you stay with me You lay beside me quietly A peace covers you Now morning approaches You soon will wake I will hold you close Kissing and hugging you I won't want you to leave But leave you must For our love is secret And hide it we must I will still love...

Sitting here late at night and half asleep I seem to hear a voice calling me, as I listen and wonder if it is only in my mind or is it coming from someone I failed in some way or merely left behind? To sort it all out I let all of the good and bad guys I have been along with the demons and angels who defeated them come together in me now as I greet them like a cast that’s been assembled like a gathering in an empty room o...

Sun down, yellow moon rising as night spreads it’s cloak across the skies and some nights find you tossing and turning, not unlike a ship underway in rough seas. And as you lie there waiting for sleep to take you across the blue hills at the border of the dreaming, and then to those great dark gates made of horn and iron that stand as the entrance to the realm within and are guarded by a gryphon and a wyvern,- And as you...

I still find it incredible, magical. All these nights I have dreamed of you, of us. And it’s impossible to count the days when my mind has wandered, drifting from the task in hand to conjure up images of you, of shared moments and even daring to think what might await us. It happened again this morning. I awoke from yet another dream in which you lay in my arms, your head resting on my shoulder, soft breath warm on my ski...

They all have similarity in simplicity, My dreams about women – few and far between. I’ve only dreamed about a handful in all my life. Always short – always warm, My head in her lap, My tears in her belly button, Soft kisses on my face in hallways Or houses I’ve never seen Or beaches under golden suns. I know what I want When she visits me in dreams. I always dream these dreams in the early morning, They always grace me u...

Ian's Story

Please Stay Strong

So here we go... to start off, I would like to let everyone know that these stories are the truth - the story of my life. It's taken me some time to actually get my full story off my chest; it's been a scary, sad and emotional ride. This post is for any one and every one of you out there who has gone through rough times or whatever experiences that have made you sad. If you have a story to share I would love to hear it to...