Tag Archives: Dreams
Ravenous
Dreams are ravenous
for this life of ours
they can’t see it thrown away
or being wasted
they will either devour the monotony from our life
or succumb one day
It’s up to us to decide
whether we lie down to succumb
to this chaos
or join them
every day.
You are not Ready
You are not ready
to leave everything
and set out to face the world
to achieve the dreams
if you are worried of how people
will treat you
if you worried for your likability
if you need people to tell
what you are doing is good
and you should continue
if in the death of night you are worried
for your future
if in the harshest times you look back
and sigh with regret
chasing dreams is getting lost
purposely with acknowledging the fact
that you might not find yourself
back again ever.
Jump
Watching the window
she smirked for the life she had
seeing children play
and the birds fly,
she stepped up and spread her arms
jumped without fearing the fall,
crashed in the bed
she layed still
with the brushes and paper flying off
to the ground below,
everyone thought the window was a beautiful painting,
but for her it was an escape
from everything.
Read
There would clouds and it would rain
the sky would be full of thunders,
the winds will howl one day,
but you should not be afraid
read books and write
as you do now
There would be failures
people laughing at work,
seeing you scribble in middle of the day,
dropping their egos like a-bombs on you,
when you ask for reviews
but you should not be afraid
read books and write
as you do now.
There will come a time
where you might be successful
people will read your work
maybe 10,20 or even thousands
never let the pride sink in,
but you should not be afraid still
read books and write
as you do now.
A Look
A look in the mirror
into the alternate world
where dreams are devoured
to combat reality
A look in the mirror
to see the scars
and remember the journey vow
till the darkest night
A look in the mirror
and seeing fears buried dead
long ago with failures
every night
A look in the mirror
not for the heart
but for the soul
that lives and die.
Writings to Heaven 