Dream of mine

Ideas can change, they can be given, even after the one who originally shared them is gone, they can still be strong, expanded upon

Destroy me, annoy me, avoid me, show me the cold shoulder

I grow bolder show my sorrow on the shore drowning in my questions, my morals, needing a rescue, borrow something, growing lowly from the soil, what do I live for?

What soared above has now been buried below, knowing only the world that blew away like a bullet ricocheting off reality and fading broken like the glass, cowardly

I peer through my windowed room, happiness is see-through never to believe you, the life a dreamed tomb, I was the accused amusing the murderers until the curdling burdening in my mind decided to leave, say goodbye, ride away into the sunlight, and fight for my rights despite my dead soul, my cold eyes

I’ve seen the end that will come to me, I wait for the day I bleed internally and pass away eternally

I live a lie following the truth standing tall over the abuse until I’m bullet proof and no noose will let loose a quick death, my breath left me second guessing messing with the left wings and the right fighters, I pull out my own lighter, and smoke my spite in this cold fire, wire my own electric chair, it’s only fair when you don’t even care, when fair isn’t aware, wouldn’t dare to share a pair a cig, a drink, a cent, a word, a thought, a dream, a theme with you

I am left with the things in front of me, I will believe continually in my own form of insanity as my humanity demands from me a reprimanding standing on my candied words until the moment I’m heard

I will pretend to be sweet in an existence so bitter, so sour, but I’m no coward, I’ll take a cold shower and water the flowers until happy hour

Through the bird cries of homicide, through the war inside my mind, through the sounds leaving me grounded, through the hatred, surrounded, just have to allow it, no way around it, leave things the way I found it

Astounded pounded I found it in my heart, pain, regrets, dark pieces of me left, a new start through the art of my sorrow, drowning the world tomorrow in the light of a new futures moon

I assume someday my dreams will be realized, they’ll survive under the knife

Someone else’s eyes will see the sunrise, while I cry, someday people will decide with their own lives

And finally see mine, a cloud on the horizon

Nothing to cry on, let bygones be bygones

A dream of me will stay strong long after I’m gone

Maybe I was a dream in a velvet sky all along, an eye blind lined, survived, see my pride

Pretend to realize myself. Seen by new sights, new lights, someone else, help me feel felt

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[LazerRays]

Ah, skull jack... I sense a pattern in your writing. Clearly you've been abused either verbally, mentally, or physically. This was crafted perfectly. A great poem! Nice job! For a skull grunt :)

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

As you know, no ones life is perfect. I vent through my poetry, but you don't have to worry. While I have struggled in the past, it won't stop me from moving forward and living my life. Or kicking your butt at the pokemon league. XD
For the most part, I'm just happy to have gotten through that stormy part of my life. I'm truly happy to be alive.

[LazerRays]

I'm glad, who else will I beat in rap battles?

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Thank you so much Mr.Jack! for sharing this poem. It's really going to be a great help ....
I really loved the poem, it's so beautifully written,I have so many words to say about this one but I can't type so many words today for some unfortunate reasons. I truly appreciate this poem.

Good Luck!

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you, your probably the friendliest person I know here, and that's saying a lot considering all the great people here. Your writing inspires me, and your words make me excited for me next poem, so I can give you something good to read again. Thanks for being awesome, my friend!

[Chris Shaw]

This is really well written and I appreciate the internal rhyme. I am not used to such long lines in poetry and I would say, that some may find that off putting and not read the content which is good. The layout of a poem is important in my opinion. You can say exactly the same thing, but have many more line breaks which means it is easier on the eye for the reader. You want to be able to draw the reader in. Hope this helps in some small way.

Chris

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Your absolutely right, I'll try to mess with the layout of later poems until I think it's easier to read. I appreciate your insight. Thank you!

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome

[wordman]

sounds like a case of depression ,written very well

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Yeah, I feel like everyone's been through it. I'll get through it too!

[wordman]

i am betting on you jack

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you, I'll try my best.

[wordman]

you`re welcome