MyPenFlows-KillMe_TheDreamer

The intensity,unknown,unprecedented,unreal
I reel,writhe,ache from within,
Yet a pokerface emanates,deceiving as it may.
As it does.
And away from this world,this uncaring world,the invisible glass divides me.
And the haze thickens,blinds,fogs away.
The distance growing with every passing minute.
Like a recoil into a void,I'm cast....they cast.
And forget.
A life lived unnoticed.
A death died unknown.
Suicide,of the self.
The world was too busy.
The Dreamer.

never say never,
for never finds a way of showing up
when you least expect,tears at it's own claws,
and tears at you.taking with it,ounces of your joy,your security,your...comfort.
And fixes its own idea of what your future spells.
And determines anew,your destiny.
And changes your perspective.yet not out of want.
And the only lesson,regret.
Fear never.for never ever awaits,crouched,for that split-second pounce on your ever.
To change it for ever.
Fear never my friends.
And live in a known gamble,than a foreign comfort.
The Dreamer.

Would it be terror upon this land,
If I hung my heart up
on a stake
And
Fried it to coal…
‘Tis it that foolishly feels
For ‘tis it that allows the pleasure
Through my inner
Depths.
‘Tis is that takes me soaring past
The undisclosed boundaries
Giving propulsion to my soul
In my imagination.
‘Tis it that foolishly feels
For ‘tis it that allows the pain
Through every fibre
Of my being.
‘Tis it that leads me to my breaking
The unforeseen destruction and
Murder of joy.
For I see it fit
To lose the source of agony
Despite the shimmers of smiles
That come once in a blue moon
So as to salvage the remains
Of a massacred body
Suffering under the brute,
That staked heart.

The Dreamer.

I cry for the young,
for the blinded youth,
for the self-blinded youth.
we speak earnestly and fervently
to all who care to listen
of the dreams of development
of heads and rods
of 3-legged stools breaking
on which we ourselves put them to sit.
yet that is the end
of all that is 'concern.'
we speak earnestly and fervently
to all who care to listen
of the dreams of development
changing society and structure
of bones weaning smaller bones
in the echoes of rumbling stomachs
under torn and dirty beddings
where we search for the modern herbs.
yet that is the end of what is 'concern.'
we speak earnestly and fervently
to all who care to listen
of the dreams of development
changing society and structure
rid ourselves of the bumps and holes
like little irritating pimples,on the road
for the girl in the mirror,dressing,
to go party till drunk.
yet that is the end
of what is 'concern.'
we speak earnestly and fervently
to all who care to listen
of the dreams of development
changing society and structure
that the conventional old careers,
do not quench adventure,
and help us create and build,
the reality we see so virtual
so we sulk under heavy books.
yet that is the end
of what is 'concern.'
we speak
earnestly and fervently
to all who care to listen
of dreams of development
changing society and structure
for the jobless leaver
and the idle graduate,
whose heads have brushed aside,
despite promises of prosperity,
so we waste ourselves
and our dreams.
yet that is the end o what is 'concern.'
we speak
earnestly and fervently
to all who care to listen
of the dreams of development
changing society and structure
waiting for the
spoon to reach our mouths
and nourish our lean muscles ~