Dreams (Poem)

I dream of a world,
Where anything is possible.
If such a reality existed,
I could be a superhero girl.

I’d set out to capture a rainbow
And place it in a glass box
For the world to see and admire
Under secured key and lock

I’d pluck down the countless stars
Twinkling brightly in the pitch black skies
Perhaps one of them would grant me
Something precious that money can’t buy.

I’d cast the silver moon
Into a magical seeing orb
It could tell me the future,
It could tell me why,
People are flooding the world
With their endless tears and sighs.

I’d paint the sky one day,
With wild and glorious hues
In all the colours you’ve never seen
Like shocking violet, neon pink and even lime green.

But the world is not mine to control,
And it never will be.

Still, if I could touch,
Just a single heart,
If I could love and be loved,
I think I’d be the happiest person,
This world has ever seen.

Words (Poem)

Words,
Fill my brain to the brim.
Buzzing, speaking, echo-ing,
No one understands what I mean.

There are thoughts that I can't
Translate from mind to paper.
The words are too jumbled up,
So I hide them somewhere safer.

I separate them carefully
Into two different parts
Of the things that should be said,
And those that should never be.

Sleep (Poem)

Sleep.
That's all I ever want to do these days.
To escape into my dreams.
To hide from this nightmare called reality.

But, no.
I'm still alive.

So I find a job.
And chain myself down
To others' expectations,
And what they want me to be.

The monotony of going to the office and coming back home.
The monotony of typing words on the keyboard.
The monotony of doing the exact same thing.

Over, over and over again.

It helps.
Just a little.
I think?

I need to stay awake.
I need to stay alive.
For once I sleep,
I'll never want to wake up again.

Yet, my eyelids are faltering,
Weighed down heavily by
Something that has nothing
Connected to fatigue.

My dreams are luring me closer to the edge
Seducing me with their promises
Of a world parallel to this.

Perhaps I do not belong here,
In this reality.

There's A .. (Poem)

There's an old lady singing on the streets,
From dawn to dusk, on her wheelchair she sits.
Her voice ringing out, bittersweet yet sad,
It seemed to reflect the hard life she's led.

Yet people never stop, never pause in their stride,
Too busy, too absorbed, too wrapped up in their lives.
She sings tirelessly, but they do not care,
It was like as if she was never there.

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There's a middle-aged man with his pigeon tame,
I always see them at night,
He's always there, specially to feed her
Not once did she take flight

Nothing chains her to the ground
Yet she's chosen to stay
To the man's devoted care she's bound
She'll stick with him, come what may.

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There's a young girl lying on her bed
Humming a tune, a melody she creates
Her shirt carries one word, "Originality"
Yet she's copying from all those fashion magazines

She longs to be part of the cool crowd
To be able to say proudly, to say it out loud
"This is me. This is where I belong.
This is my dream, the heart of my song."

Her desire overcomes her dream
She loses track of her heart
Nothing truly is as what they seem
She finds herself back at the start

So the girl picks herself up,
And dusts herself down,
Creating music all day long,
She realizes she's happy just the way she is,

She's finally found the heart of her song.

Do You Still ...? (Poem)

When you meet me at the start of the day,
You always tell me, "I love you"
Once, it used to make my heart sway
Now, I wonder if your words hold true

Do you still ...?

When we go out to places
Once, you used to give me silly faces
Now, your eyes are silent, they do not glow
They hide all the things you don't wish to show

Do you still ...?

When we are alone, just you and me,
You used to crinkle your nose when you smile.
This, now, I rarely get to see,
You haven't smiled like this in quite a while.

Do you still ...?

We were so young, so happy then,
Till time slipped through our fingers
And all those little, magical moments
Faded into memories replayed
Far too many times

Do you still ...

Love me.

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