I need something else.
I long to love myself.
Something else might
strip away the pain
that remains. I long
for something else.
All in good time. Line
by line, a dark pen
writes the brightest
rhymes. I will be fine.
For now, something
else waits for some-
one else. I see things
come and go. I want
my love to grow into
something you know –
something else, maybe?
Lights. Camera. Action.
No time for relaxin’
As I spent a fraction
Of my life reacting.
Through my days,
I rely on a mood
That brings forth
My best attitude.
Now the process begins.
My name is yelled
And I present myself.
Silence fills the room
Eyes become wide.
But I don’t hide.
“Are you ready?”
Says the guy.
“Yes!” I cried.
Feeling alive,
I enter a room.
That just so happens
To be my tomb.
Shocked and confused,
I naturally refuse.
Tears drop like rain
And to my surprise,
I feel no pain.
I face the man
And see his eyes
And see a story
Of my demise.
But I turn around,
Leaving after a minute
Because I realized
That I’m not finished.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 