call to dreamBe morethan they always said you'd bewith their dark predictionsand sage-like nodsbe better than thatand smile while you're doing itgo fartherthan they said you couldwhen they slapped your handas you reached for your starreach higher than thatand get theregive morethan they took from youwhen they bound your heartand made you lose faith in yougive all you areand get more than that backbe morethan what you dreamedwhen you were locked awayand they said you'd never make itbe gracious when you doand be more -be you.
did idid i touch youwith what i said?make you reachwithin yourselfand ask questionsyou don't know the answers to?did I scare youwith what I said?force you backto the edgeand make you assesswhat you believe?did I care for youwith what I did?help you feelnot quite so aloneand let you lookforward to your future?did I whisper to youwith what I said?seduce you gentlywith my wordsand guide you towardssomething that could be good?did i please youwith what I said?make you smilein sweet surpriseand let you realizethat you love me too?
lovesong untitledi fear youthe way you somehow made me believein something i thought long deadthe way my lips tremblewhen i speak your namei like youthe way you grinwhen we're having funthe way your eyes light upwhen you look at mei want youthe way i wanted ice creamas a childthe way we want dreamswe think we'll never havei miss youthe way you gently smilewhenever i touch your facethe way you always brush your lipsagainst my cheeki believe youthe way you want to bemore than somethingthe way you put faithin people like mei love youthe way you've stayedthroughout this lifeand the wayyou'll somehow always be.
summersonglay on my backin the boatclose my eyes and listento the soundsof another worldsoft splashes as turtlesget wet after sunningtrailing my fingertipsover the sideleaving gentle wakesin the cool wetnessthe sun caresses meand i smile a bitdozing in the warmthreveling in the lifethat goes on around uswe never pay attentionbut it is therei softly hum to myselfa song of contentmentand happy sighsa song of summer.
wet cementslice us with your razorstab us with your knifestirring up the negativefeeding on the strifecreate your own realitytwisted as it ishow do you think you're any adultin a selfish cage like this?talk of love and familybullshit through and throughlove is not "do what I want"it's "do what i need to do"you go about your dayloving yourself too much to carethere's a pair of eyes that watch youhe learns as he's standing therehe thinks love is blamelesshe thinks his parents godsand right now he is wet cementbe affirmed or crushed with a nodso you can drown in alcoholand you can shout your wordsbut when he grows to be like youleast you'll know where he learned.
euphoric dreamdo you know what it is to dream?to want something that somehowstays just behind the doorand peeks out at youwith an impish grinbeckoning you to followlets you believe you can catch itseems so realright there in front of youbut it turns to gossamer at your touchdo you know what it is to want?to wish something so hardthat it hurt your soulbelieve in the possibilitiesto the pointthat you make your own truthchase after the illusionno matter the costwalk away from your "shoulds"and your "haves" and your "do's"for the chance at the "could"and the shimmer of the "maybe"do you know why you never got it?or did you?did you taste the sweetnessof a captured dream-prey?did you collapse in defeat?drag yourself back upto try and finish the raceseduced by the sparkle ofthe winner's crown?did you make it?do you know what it is to dream?
for Hunter Michaelyour eyes never did opendon't think they could quite yetand your tiny handswere too weak to grip my fingerbut you were beautiful.your lips were slightly partedas you fought for every breathnever a cry i heard from youwish i could have heard your voicejust once.i wanted to tell you so many thingsas i lay there and held youwaiting for you to leave mei wish i would have said morebut i was crying too hard.God i wished you wouldn't gobut i knew you needed tothere was nothing for you herejust pain and sorrow and tearsbut i wanted you.You'll never know aboutthe puppy i bought youand you'll never seethe room I spent so much time onbut you're happy now.so i said goodbyebut i want you to knowi will always love youand you are not forgottenyou are my firstborn son.
hidingi sit here.wrapped in a blanket of my hurtsthey suffocate mebut they are familiarand they are mineand that comforts me.i peek out.beyond the safety of myselfand see the otherswho have made ittheir blankets in pilesleft behind on the floor.i watch them.they dance with each otherwith smiles that are realthey sing songs of hopeand revel in the freedomthat self-forgiveness brings.i pick at them.the scabs that never really healedthey ooze the scarlet painand i let them bleedbecause i need to feelanything is better than nothing.i want to.reach beyond this blanketthey beckon me with their lightbut as i reachmy blanket opensand i am exposed.so i sit here.
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