FearI see others around me as they write firmly on paper the things that frighten them, and while I look at the people, and the paper before them, as they smile within a photograph, I think, “But I have so many, and I have expressed so much, that I'm not sure a single sentence will help.” Because after all my fears, there is still only a single word to express it all.
My fears start: darkness, blindness, fire, isolation, loneliness. A world of incompetence; a place where I wake up one morning and am the only one capable of accomplishing anything at all. I fear the lights as they change from red to green. I fear the stripes that mark the street where I must cross, and I fear not walking on them. I fear the sun as it brings yet another day I must face. I fear the walk I must make each morning, and the walk home each night. I fear sunlight, moonlight, starlight and all light.
I fear getting closer to my best friend, because while I wish for more, I know such
Long Distance RelationshipI enjoy the fact you're here;
As I stare, forty feet away.
And while you might not notice me;
I'll probably kidnap you one day.
So It Shall Be DoneSo it shall be done …
If you allow it, all will eventually vanish. Give it time, how much I am not sure, but if you permit the stars to move, and the planets to spin, I will find myself without a single thought as to who you are, or were. If distance is wished, so may it be granted. If space is wanted, so shall I keep away, but do not forget it is you who said this is what should be done. I shall miss you for a little while more, even though I know how you feel guilt for it, but it is not just my reality that is always changing, so, too, are my memories. I will forget, you will be gone, the guilt you feel shall leave, the love I cling to shall drift away, and that will be that.
That, will be that.
Sleep and DreamsSome days we're awake for hours on end.
Sometimes we don't sleep at all.
Some days we dream while wide awake,
Sometimes we rest, other times we fall.
Dreams AboundI’ve decided on a world,
You might know of it.
It’s where our stories come alive!
The problem, you see,
Is that what we know of those tales,
Think a thought and it appear before you,
But be weary for it will happen in twisted ways unkind.
The shame of it all, is that it follows you.
...stuck forever with this idea latched behind.
So we take these two things,
Put them together just right,
And populate the world with nightmares abound!
While dreams may be real,
Fear is much stronger,
Such a shame for all those around.