Dream On

Page after page of pure perfection
Dreams coming true
At the turn of every page.
The guy always gets
The girl of his dreams,
And the girl always gets
Mr. Perfect.
Pure imagination,
Manipulation at its best.
My story’s been told
A hundred times,
Yet nothing can touch
This novel my heart has written
A million times over.
Unease fills my chest
As you start to read.
Our dreams are so different,
Yet they somehow coincide.
You often ask,
Why can’t my life,
Be more like those books,
When the answer is so clear
They are but fantasy,
Someone else's fiction.
Reality is filled with
Wrong choices,
Heartache,
Despair,
All the while knowing
All the love and joy,
That fantasy only focus on.
All my life’s lessons,
Come from living,
From experience,
From dreaming,
And striving
To make my hopes and dreams
Become a reality,
Something a child's imagination
Could not think up.
Dreams becoming reality,
Far more than a story can create.

Galaxies Collide

The sun descends
After the utmost
Of perfection. 
Beauty dripping down
The fabrics of the sky. 
Failures erased
As mistakes are dried. 
The stars sing
Their quiet melody
As you and I dance
In the twilight. 
The moon watches quietly
As a perfect night is made. 
There she stands
In all her wonder,
Imaginations are silenced
For they cannot compare. 
This world is our dancefloor,
As we move
With boundless grace. 
Take my hand,
The day will never end,
As you are in my arms. 

A Place to Rest

Air came crashing down
As the ocean whispered
The secrets we
Were never meant to know. 
Never before has so much
Been hidden in the noise,
And so much declared
In the utter silence. 
Pressure building
Seeking a release. 
What have we ever known
About peaceful conflict. 
Nobody's listening
To the voices
As the greatest story ever told
Is being written. 
Light floods the darkness,
Darkness retaliates,
What chance does a lie stand
Against truth?
Clamped shut,
My mouth contiues to scream. 
What more is there,
So much more,
Time to breathe,
Relax,
Live. 

Pain

I wish there was a way
For you to understand
The hell you've put me through.
The blood is still fresh
From every wound
You have ever caused me.
The ending to the story was so close
I could actually taste it.
You stole the ending
Right at the climax of pain.
An indescribable rage
Fills my soul
When I see
All the damage you've wrought.
You've burned your face
Into more lives than I thought possible. 
I can't take this war anymore,
Just go away. 
Forget closure,
Forget healing.
Just go away,
Time won't heal these scars,
But at least you can't
Give me any fresh ones.
I've had enough.
Before the beast gets released
Take a hint.
The trauma of a new beginning
Is something
I can't wait to sink
My teeth into. 
Please,
Spare me just this once,
Allow me just this one escape. 
Leave me alone,
And just disappear. 

Welcome to the Masquerade

You've got me feeling
Something a little more than worthless,
But far less than human.
Something changed.
When did you trade the roadmap
For a joke?
I promised you had me,
Somehow I'm far from good enough.
I don't know you anymore
And I wonder if I ever did.
Trust me when I say
You're not worth trusting.
The stars aligned
In a pattern they were never meant to.
I find myself laughing
There's nothing funny,
Yet it's laughable.
Did you really think
I was that blind?
I can still see clearly
Even when you think I'm clueless.
Maybe nievity is a blessing
But I don't have that gift.
Sorry.

Love Unto Death

Sick to my stomach
As the numbness takes over.
Where did these feelings come from?
I can't count the number of deaths
I've died by your hands.
Slain by your sword
With a bloodlust
My blood can not satiatate.
I find myself constantly at your mercy,
Never knowing
What the end result will be. 
I long to trust you,
I just don't have the answers
Or the willpower
To resist any longer.
Can you hear this whisper?
I love you, 
But I fear this love
Will be the death of me.

Note

Since I'm making this blog (a little more) public, I might as well make this clear (again) to everyone who reads: These notes are not about anyone specific, there might be a couple from a while back that are about a specific group of people, but it is so much easier to write and identify a group or type of person as a single entity.

I write from my heart, it just flows. I write when I'm frustrated, I write when I'm sad. I write just to write sometimes. There's not necessarily any rhyme or reason to what I write, it's just me being me. I'm not a journaling type of person, but this is the closest I come. In my notes I vent, I think, I relax and process. Please don't try to read into what I'm writing, it's not for you to interpret. If I want you to know what I was getting at, or what was going on in my mind, ask me, I might let you know. But don't accuse me of being depressed or angry, or anything ridiculous like that.

Zach