Dreamers by Ted Hughes

We didn't find her - she found us.

She sniffed us out.

She sat there

Slightly filthy with erotic mystery.

I saw the dreamer in her

Had fallen in love with me and she did not know it.

That moment the dreamer in me

Fell in love with her, and I soon knew it

The You?niverse

Here I lay helplessly as I try to count the stars sparkling with such grace on a melodramatic sky. Have you ever wondered who sprinkled them there? Or do they just come out of nowhere?

And as for tonight there's this one star that just couldn't stop grabbing my attention. It's bright and it looks like as if it's not too far from here. But truthfully it's a few light-years away from the tip of my forehead. And I feel like I could reach that star and tug it under my pillow, give it warmth that lacks in the outer space.

Then again its years from where I stand.

Funny how empty space could make us think that things that supposedly lay thousands of miles from us is just standing bare on top of our heads.

Maybe it's the way we view things, that humans tend to simplify and choose to ignore the complicated facts behind just about everything.
                                                         
But, then again I could be wrong.

I've always wondered what it feels like to live billions of light-years away from something or, someone; how such a tremendous space exists.

It is though, the real distance of where we live to planets out there that we haven’t discovered yet. Imagine knowing someone who lives that far.

But then again, we don't seem to know a lot about people in neighboring countries or even our very own neighbor who lives right across the street.

Well, how about you? How many years do you stand from this very moment? How many more years will it take to finally meet the love of my life?             

I know this seems silly and I'm shouting into the darkness here. 

But I really do want to know, 

I really do. 

Recent Thoughts

"I'm not sad, I’m happy. I feel like I’m happy because I’m at peace with the way that things are... I did have a darker filter on sometimes, but that slowly lifted through doing a lot of different things. And finding true love is something that really did inspire me, lyrically. Because I felt so much the same for so much of my life and then when you find someone exciting, you don’t know that you could actually feel differently than you did before. I was inspired"
-Lana Del Rey
You inspired me Lizzy

Like Tasting Defeat for Dessert

Like Tasting Defeat for Dessert

by Nabilla Utami

So you say life’s a drag but you've only been living a few seconds outside of your mother’s warmth. You haven’t taste the slightest bitterness of “life” I presume? And yet here you are complaining as if you were going to explode in mere seconds and your head would be a fine piece of art, hanging on top of my bookshelf. And your tangerine skin turned pale red, as if there was such a color as pale red. Your screeching voice, echoed through the hollow halls of this deserted asylum and your cries, desperately trying to fight its way out.

I know this is not the dream but it’s not too bad once you get used to it. The painful needle would only sting once and that… won’t probably be enough. Once you’re here, you would kill for freedom. And I might as well tell you, freedom feels like a heavy bag of all your sins.

It is now time for them to hold you down with that big belt that’s probably never been washed since the last time a person has spilled his darkest secret, and his internal organs. You keep on shouting, and helplessly throwing kicks into mid-air, thinking it will free you somehow. But it just won’t work. Shouts of mercy comes flying from your mouth as they try to shove “the system” down your throat.

Its noon and the pain is now unspeakable. Tears crawl slowly from those emerald eyes of yours, as if they’re trying not to wake you up. But you’re not going to wake up.

You’re not.

You lay there, tired.

Tired of carrying all these things you've been keeping to yourself.

All these things you could never share to anyone else, because they just wouldn't understand.

You carefully peek through your now-soggy eyes, trying hard not to make a sound.

Your hands shiver while you grab the mug that’s been sitting a while beside your bed.

You take a sip, and finally tasted defeat.