Comatose
Is this a dream?
Is this room real or am I dreaming.
Do I control my mind or does it control me?
Am I moving because I want to or because my mind is telling me to?
Am I thinking and typing this or am I just willing the words onto the screen?
Who am I?
Do I think for myself or am I part of a greater mind.
Is my mind real or simply an imagination, born from the real mind of another.
Do I just exist or am I a creation?
Wake up.
I'm floating through my mind the thoughts are alive.
Are these my thoughts or are they fiction created just for me.
Who am I?
Moving deeper.
It's darker here.
It's scary here.
Is this
Feelings expressed In Electronic Ink
Every day when I awake
I feel my body begin to shake
I smell the ashes of the wake
but no one knows but me
I stand to face the beast ahead
my body filled complete with dread
Yet still I keep a raised head
and prepare to battle at length
Sword in hand I grip it tight
Dawn is fading into night
Fog rolls in to cloud my sight
and I look around wondering when it'll strike
Suddenly breaking through the night
I
Fast Track to Nowhere
I understand now, Nothing is impossible, only improbable. I vowed to never again ride the emotional railroad of life. After all, my destination always remains the same... Heartache. I understand now. There is no such thing as impossibillity. only improbabillity. Sometimes you think something is out of reach, down the wrong track. But sometimes... you can see clearly, steer your life where you want it to go when you find yourself riding the rails once more. Flip the switch and change tracks. You may arrive and find your dream locked in a glass case. Smile and accept. Appreciate that you can see it and be near it.
I miss the way it used to be
Having fun being carefree
I miss living for love and that next special touch
when when we'd hear eachother's voice and say "I miss you so much"
I miss having someone to hold in my arm
to save from danger to shield from harm
I miss all the nights of the cold wind stinging so much
To finally be soothed by a velvety touch
I miss all the hopes and promises made
carried on whispers so soft yet never seeming to fade
I miss long hellos and longer goodbyes
and the longest summer hours in the suns golden rays
I miss having someone with whom to share fears
to laugh with to yell with to wipe away tears
I miss t