A Dream Within a Dream

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The melodies resounding from an ice cream truck down the road
The shiny pink streamers glistening on a little girl's bike
The unchanging steady croaking of a green spotted mother toad
Simple yet so pleasingly beautiful all marvelous and precious alike.

The many simple things in life we often seem to forget
How beautiful and pure they can be in this tainted world
When life shifts tragically and there are things we regret
We can pause the chaos and come take a dance in this dream-world.

For we are just simple-minded creatures quickly passing by
We are all only cultivated dreamers in life long crafted dreams
We hunger for liberation and only are we liberated when we die
But the day we unknowingly wake up life ceases to exist or so it seems.

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I ache to scream, a scream so deafening, so frightening
Piercing like a pack of wolves howling in the night
My eyes, bloodshot from crying, my heart, numb from aching
My wound so tragic; I lost all feelings as if from frostbite

I walk aimlessly along a dark, narrow, unknown path
All I could hear is the rustling of the leaves against my shoes
Praying for an antidote to relief me from my wrath
Any way out, but to remain completely broken, I simply refuse.

Girl in the Mirror

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Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?
A stranger stares back with eyes so wide, a face so fair
Why, you are, my child with porcelain skin like a doll
But your soul, cold as ice, empty emotions as you glare.

Glare at the unpleasant world with your piercing eyes
Not a human in the world can break your wall of ice
A heart once warm and affectionate now broken from goodbyes
Every fairy tale, every alluring dream has it's price.

An angelic face so beautiful yet so bereft of life
An admirable heart now marred with hateful spite
The stranger in the mirror and the girl in real life
They are not one of the same. Soon, you'll be alright.

Soon.

Freedom

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A box filled with empty promises and broken memories
Sits meaninglessly on the book shelf, void of sense
Worthless pictures of you and me and stubs from the movies
Bitter ending words were thrown like daggers at my heart's expense.

Spread across the floor are these old photographs of us
Of times that just don't matter anymore - bitter sweet
Your ruthless words of 'goodbye forever' left me nauseous
Felt like I was diving head first into concrete.

A box filled with empty promises and broken memories
Sits in the garbage along with Wednesday's trash
It's time to move on, it's time to smell the daisies!
Replace the old with the new - no time to rehash.

Freedom.

Imprisoned in a Cubicle

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Where are all the Aces in the deck of cards?
the 3 of clubs, 5 of hearts, the Jack of spades
Ten games of solitaire all victorious for all the diehards.
For me, repetitious like the ruffles on the gowns adorned by bridesmaids.

Imprisoned in a cubicle barely functioning from nine to five.
Unpleasant like the time my bare foot stepped on a burning cigarette
To heal the pain in my foot and the pain in my heart, I did strive
Tears streamed down my face as I cried for Momma; I could never forget

Forget the time my father's fist swung at her immaculate face
An "accident" he called it but I was smart enough to know
The truth about why he left carrying his brown suitcase.
That lowlife tarnished my family and left my mother for a hoe.

Imprisoned in a cubicle barely functioning...

Toothy Grin

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In a red room I lie, peace of mind, pleasantly silent
Oh moon, your light shines through the window
A million miles away from here, so distant
A million lifetimes away, can you see me down below?

Blissfully beaming, you are my only source of light
Oh beautiful moon, you smile so brightly at me.
Your alluring night sky so extensive yet so finite
With balls of fire shaped like stars, shining with beauty.

I can hear the lustful lovers talking and laughing
Twenty states away from here, twenty moons away from here.
Ten states away I can hear hearts breaking.
Ten centimeters away, I realize it is mine; to me it's still unclear.

Why.

Stolen Heartache

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On that cold dreary Saturday night,
As I listened to the violent thuds of my heart
I peered out the window and saw a street light.
Suddenly remembering why we are apart.

Last November you told me you loved me.
Although I heard the lies in your voice,
So blinded by your charm, I chose not to see.
The words you uttered were just noise.

Empty noise from a stolen heartache
That I borrowed from you long ago
It wasn't yours to steal or take
But you never did care, sadly no.

My chest bled and seeped through my sweater.
The only piece of clothing you ever gave me
You couldn't even spring for something leather.
That's what I meant to you, cheap and lousy.

Delusions Illusions Hallucinations

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Oh heavens! Your beautiful horizon I see.
Like lilacs spread across the bright sky.
Your beauty captivates me
Like needles to my heart when I cry.

Your roads, they wind to the curves of the earth
Of hopes and dreams coming far too soon.
Of visions rising and falling. Birth.
Birth of the stars, sun and moon.

Hearts breaking and hearts beating
to a quiet desolate song
The absence of sound repeating
on roads unfrequented, long.