No need to be caught up
when you can catch up.
No need to feel angry
when you are happy.
No need to stress out
when nothing is happening.
No need to reveal a frown
when the world’s upside down.
No need to drop heavy tears
when you think of past years.
No need to stare at the clock
when time is taking a walk.
No need to blast the past
when the future comes fast.
No need to be hard on yourself
when you can ask for help.
No need to quit the fight
when the finish is in sight.
Would you like to come to my party?
It would be a shame if you didn’t.
When you arrive, you will listen
to sob stories and whining galore.
At this party, you will receive pity.
If that’s what you want, come by.
We will all feel really bad for you.
We will sympathize with all you do.
You don’t want to miss this pity party.
Come! Quick! The complaints are starting.
A single dream can ignite a flame
that can light up a dark room.
A single dream can jumpstart
a dead battery or a broken heart.
A single dream can reveal a life
that only exists during the night.
A single dream can create motion
that juxtaposes life’s commotion.
A single dream can shed light
without burning too bright.
A single dream is all it takes
to get moving to the rhythm
of your choosing. Dream on
before someone else tells you
that dreaming big is wrong.
Get this bread. Fill your head.
Love endlessly. Laugh often.
Nail the coffin shut. Strut
your stuff. Call their bluff.
Say anything except “but”.
Find different ways to
fill your cup. Look up to
your friends, not your foes.
Survive the lows and enjoy
the highs. Become surprised.
Live through your own eyes.
Don’t wait until they dry.
It won’t last if you go faster.
Slow down in times of disaster.
No need to talk when you can
listen to the voices you have
been missing. Enjoy this time
as death will, one day, take
both you and me away.
The war is far from over. Each day
awakens another demon. To say
that life is a breeze must be a lie.
It is hard to stay positive when
you know, you too, will someday
die. All we can do is try to stay
sane. There is a war inside all
of our brains. There is some sun,
but mostly rain. Life can be fun
if we decide to run before father
time tucks us in. What we lose
in things is gained in wisdom.
When the dust settles, we will
see that past souls have risen.
The war is far from over, yet
the score is far from set. Bet
on yourself and don’t give up.
When feeling shell shocked, be
the rock that does not stop
staying on top. Win the battle
today. Strap on your saddle.
Ride closer to the finish line.
When the war is finally over,
our mission will be complete.
That’s when we will be okay.
That’s when we will feel peace.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 