Filed Under (Writing) by myjaxon on 04-03-2007
Is it right not to dream,
to never hope for anything or anyone?
We live in a society dictated by realities,
forever reaching into our dreams,
forever hoping to escape the brutality of reality.
With realities upper hand, we are forever grasping,
grasping for the chance to be free -
free to be anyone we want, to be anywhere we want.
To be able to choose our own lives path,
to be able to make mistakes
without reality and society banishing us.
When will our dreams overtake our reality?
Will we always be slaves to reality,
or just her pawns.
When will we be free from societies bias way?
Now the war is on.
Our dreams have finally clashed with reality.
With our hopes and dreams fighting the dominant reality.
Will there be peace?
Or will the roles be reversed?
If our dreams shall win,
will reality try and break free,
just like our dreams did?
But do we want either reality
or our dreams to win?
Maybe the war will never be over?
Maybe our dreams and reality
will be forever fighting within us.
Maybe the war was just starting
and we will be the causalities
of this endless war forever.
Written by J. Morgan 1996-1997
I wrote this poem back in high school and it’s still one of my favorite works. Just wanted to share it with everyone….
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I am no longer here.
I am no longer able to fulfill my promise.
For the time of day is going on without me,
and I can’t seem to catch up.
The sky turns from blue to red
changing with my mood.
With the leaving of clear skies
comes the ever present clouds,
the same ones that are cursed to sail with me forever.
My promise has been forfeited
with the ever changing time.
For all promises are forfeited
when one no longer cares.
For the world can easily turn against me,
and with no one to turn to
I can easily fall in the times wake.
For the times are ever changing,
and I am still caught in the past,
with old memories to keep me company
and past hurts to bring me sorrow.
When will I realize that I can’t bring back the past,
with the happy times I had,
and start living in the present
with all the sorrow it has to bring.
For I am alone in this cursed world,
with no one around but my sorrow
to keep me company.
For everyone has gone to the promised land
where the angels have resigned
and left this cursed earth
with smoldering fires
left from their anger.
Everyone is gone.
I am alone.
Human life has perished
by their own hands and minds.
For knowledge has killed them
and left me alone.
When will I be gone from this cursed earth
and follow in the wake of every one else.
For I am alone,
and this earth is no longer alive.
Everyone is gone from their own hands of fate.
