I am a dreamer and a wonderer
I wonder about the future, always coming but never reaching
I hear nothing as I sit silently waiting
The future growing nearer and nearer
I see my dreams in my hands, but always escaping
I want to know what I am to be, and to do
For I am a dreamer and a wonderer

I pretend to know, to feel, to see it
I feel lost, don’t know who I am, like a nameless ship
I  touch the world, people, myself yet
I worry, will I be remembered, be loved
I cry for the future, wondering what’s to come
For I am a dreamer and a wonderer

I try to rush, to grow up faster than time permits
I understand the wait,
Time is masterless
I say only time will tell, still
I dream of the future grasping for it
for I am a dreamer and a wonderer

Diana was a dreamer.
She wished to sail away
On a sailboat made of reverie
To let her mind wander.
"Why, sail away?" you ask,
"It's such a bad cliché!
Writer, writer,
Be more original", you say.
But no, I can't, see:
This Diana wished to sail
And if you disbelieve that
She's surely destined to fail.
Diana wished to sail far,
For she knew she couldn't fly
(And talk of cliché!)
But she knew to sail a boat.
Why sail, why, it's easy:
If you knew no other escape
Wouldn't you take that route?
If you could fly, you'd fly.
So she could sail
And that, she did.
You'll notice, here,
I haven't told you why
Or where she chose to sail.
Well, I don't know!
Are you surprised?
Gosh, I didn't ask her where!
She just up and left,
But I know she's happy there.

The sailboat in question
Is a sight for sore lies:
Sails of soft green
And gold like her eyes.
It smells of the sea
And all that is sweet
And under those sails
Is such a lovely retreat.
This boat, while lovely
Requires much care:
No assembly required,
But imagination and flair
Are what makes this boat run
For, it's imaginary, of course
And only Diana can see this sailboat;
In her mind, forever, it'll be.

I write because I am running out of time
Running out of time to make the world a better place
Running out of time so I must speak my words with haste
Out my mother's womb with a mind filled with questions and ideas
Filled desires and filled with fears.
Heart always racing,
Mind having a hard time learning to slow down so it's ticking to the sound of the metronome always pacing
As my soul creates the essence laid within the bullets and my lips provide the casing
My mind is the gunpowder and my heart is the trigger
I write my thoughts down, and I write like I'm running out of time
Certainly those before me had a song, had a rhyme but most did not change much
They ran out of sand, they ran out of time, and into death's hand
So me I write quickly, because I am running out of time
This world will know of me, they will know these words of mine

I dream of life
Beyond
Dusty Walls
City Noise
Stressful Expenses
Imagining a life of ease
Out in the world
Where a Pen in all we need.

there was a girl I met recently,
she said she wants to hide her true identity,
so I didn’t ask her name actually,
I ask, “Did you do something not capable on our locality?”
she nods and changed the topic directly.

Months passed and people babble behind our backs
they we’re individuals who wear hoods and jackets coloured black
those times I really feel weird about what’s happening
I didn’t opened up to her and yet still examining
about this weird girl who continued talking
even though I wasn’t listening
to her story as a human being.

We talk as friends, talk comfortably as companion,
day-to-day we talked about our vivid imagination
if both of us reach our dreams and ambition
we would still be friends same as the introduction?

But something weird happened while I’m dreaming
the girl I met died at jumping on a tall building
she died, her head hits the ground on collision
I screamed in fear and dialed her number in full confusion

But no one answered.

I woke up stretched arms, what a long dream.

Hypergraphia is lacerating carotid
Finally bloodletting into slumber
Hippocampus that
Incinerates its own
Neuron forest and becomes
A conflagration
Because chars are ruby embers
In nocturnal hunger
Of the lens nucleus
Shaken in the tremors
Deep below tectonic plates
Disjointed in the fabric of reality
Severing the empyreal bonds;
Do not hold back,
But onwards, Horsemen,
Hammer that stampede
Unto centaur constructs
Fleeing from the dreamer
Let them shatter in the cracks
Sinking with the dirt into oblivion

Can you see a future
Dawning in the horizon?
The birds are singing
To the melody in their hearts
While the Earth basks
In the sound

Can you feel it?
Can you feel my heart beat
Pitter?
It makes me feel so alive
And I see
The silver lining
It's so close
Almost in reach

This isn't me
But I don't know where else
I'd rather be
And I'm tired of believing
That nothing becomes of a dreamer
When nothing comes from doubt
It comes from faith, believing in myself

Out here it's dark~ open my eyes
When I look up to the midnight sky
It's so beautiful
That it takes my breath away
It's so beautiful
How the rarest of things
Break the shadows
Throughout galaxies
So far away from where we are
But still their beauty shines
To cast away the dark

And that's what it's like to dream
Its never giving up
Or letting go
I'm not letting go~

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

Can you feel my heart beat
Pitter?
It makes me feel so alive
And I see
The silver lining
It's so close
Almost in reach

It's my dreams...