Dreamless• Show poetry

*I wanted to aww, and change, and aww the world with the power of my words. *I was running so fast for so long, and I had no other place to go, so I ran into a brick wall, and the ground beneath me wasn't stron enough to support the weight of this pain. *I think what scared me most was the fact that I wasn't afraid at all. *Broken people come from broken homes, but mine works just fine. *I feel like the land beneath a war, being torn and ripped apart. *come find me, whoever you are... come ask if you may have this dance, though you already know the answer, because my eyes said yes such a long time ago. *It swirls around a drain as I clean things up, sort things out, and try to find some answers, and I'm just waiting for it to go in, and come out again in neat little lines. *Deserted on a desert islant, you take any bit of good fortune you can get. *I will believe in old, impossible dreams, and I will be disappointed like I am everytime. *We were the girls that didn't fit in anywhere else, but found homes, and paths to follow in our friendship. *it was the best time of my ligen but all I saw was a nothing town of the edge of the universe filled with crack heads, bay area rejects, and suicide wannabes. *Hugs are bandaids that are more for looks than anything... the hurt never really goes away, and the scars are always just as deep. *Every inch of my pain was gathered behind my eyes. *I didn't try to cheer him up, I let him know I understood in the most simple way I could, "running away doesn't fix it," I said, looked him straight in the eye, meant it. *The hope of finding the poetry in life is diminishing with every passing day. *They love me just as much as I love them, but years from now, I will be nothing to them, and they will be everything to be, because they will shine... they will shine with the intensity of a star in all its glory. *Only when the world opened up the doors and smacked me in the face did I begin to realize how unoriginal I truly was. *My body works like clockwork about to explode, routine flawed only by constant hesitation. *I'm writing cliche words like stereos play skipped CDs. It's the same thing over and over, a parody of somebody else's story... I don't want to be another name in the obituaries, another plastic bag in the morgue. *Love that makes sense to all of me, closeness that grabs me by the waist and makes me OK with everything- that's home. *He puts his arm around my shoulders and I want the world to stop spinning so we can stay like that forever. *The words were always easy to write, but hard to say, the feelings were always easy to feel, but hard to share. *You can't love someone who can't love themselves... so I'm learning to love myself again, to love life again. *I thought he was going to be yet another person who would walk away, forget my name, and lose my face in the crowd. *I always had this bad habit of laughing through the pain, and all the horrible emotions I felt seemed more like a horrible nightmare than something real. *I was busy dancing, skipping, singing songs. I was busy playing games of magic and let's pretend. I was busy, just being a kid. *There's somthing I have to remember now while remembering my past... life moves on. *I have a head full of memories, a mouth full of stories to tell, I go to bed with a smile on my face, and wake up wikth that smile still there, impatient for the day to begin, because I know it's going to be a good one. I just keep thinking, "I can't believe this is me... this is my life."