A Lasting Confession

Deem me worthy, Deem me damned.
Bleed me of all my love or raise my hearts wistful glow.
But realise that my soul is my own.
And I am my own poision.

Macabre Dawn

A macabre kiss placed apon the foreheads of our children.
A kiss that marks the birth of the darkest dawn.
A child doomed to fail.
A child doomed to fall.
Tempting fates livid hand, Switching their love to hate.
We are the macabre children.

The Beautiful Ugly

Painted faces hide the ugly,
Their pretty words hide their lies,
Names hide the truth of their existance,
And skin hides the image of their being,
But their eyes reveal their tarnished words,
Their smile leaks acid spite.

They are not human,
They are not even living,
They are just there,
Draining me of my hopes and dreams,
Liars and monsters paving the way to my destiny.

Lose yourself to the land of dreams.
Where time stands still.
Where everything is backwards.
Where up is down and Left is right.
In DREAM LAND is where i wait.
The DREAM CATCHER waits for you.

I'll move on

Beautiful friend, forgotten lover.
A lost prayer that falls on dead ears.
Forever let me bleed my sorrows.
As the comforting whispers are no more.
Each blissful moment will blow away.
For our love was limited.
We knew that.
The careless dreams that lay alone.
A lengthy sigh never heard.
A dream that is now abandoned.
We knew, we knew it would not last.
It will fade like the memories we share.
For time will continue and we will age.
And each minute we will seek to remember.
We will ask, what if.
Of that i am certain.

Im Done

Im tired of all this falseness, the lies have become to much, and yes, once i did care but not no more for your imitation love is as fake as you are. So all the while i tried to speak, tried to talk. I'll ask you in fifty years or so do regret not talking, not listening or will you just feel that there was nothing else to say.

A dedication to a friend

When the gears start turning you have that look in your eye. Not a haunting look or a loving look; but a distant dreamy look. We both know where you are. Your in dreamers world, for you it is a place where time stops and all you can hear is the music. Friend, Dancer, Daydreamer. You are one of a kind.

the timer has been set. its not long now; time is flickering. the once innocent life of dreams and hopes ready to be chewed up and spit out. the dreams once dreamt are also dwindling away and time has not been kind. the dream catcher is fading and so are the dreams.

The familiar stranger with an unspoken past and an untold future. Glossy eyed and silky skin caresses the shallow glass of time. To be human is to live a thousand life times in one.

Fading into the darkness

Blackened dreams of broken promises and a love so tainted that drains the brightest of hopes from the purest of people. A faithless whisper carved into the walls of my memory and a tuneless song screamed into oblivion. The Dream that haunts The Dream Catcher.

Climb the clouds until i reach dream land

Always stopped. The dreams fade as reality comes into view, being restrained by my own mortality. The clouds seem to float further and further away taking my dreams with them. To ask me to stop dreaming, impossible. I am the dream and the dream is me. To lose my dreams would be to lose myself.

Is Love A Feeling Or A Fancy? To me love is a fleeting feeling. It comes and goes, love will last as long as you live, but in all the time you live it will leave you emotionally scarred.Love dies, it fades until only the littlest shred of self respect is left. Love hurts, it always has, however there will always be a glimmer of hope that remains throughout that pain. It keeps us moving.

Floatng between life and death

Leave me alone. Alone to be swallowed by the darkness. Alone to hate this barren life

Wake me up from the day dream...

Fairy Tale; a story that always has a happy ending. It is a story told to us as children to cover up the lies of reality. But real magic does exist. It does not come from people such as wizards or witches but from the imaginations of children.

A happy birthday for a friend so dear...

whispering happy birthday for this dear friend as the day ticks along this day was made for you... Melissa

Dancing to a new story

Day dreams and dancers glide through my memories, telling lies to all who will listen.