Don’t be a dead man walking.
No need to be a sitting duck.
Don’t be down on your luck.
No need to be feeling bad
when you miss all the things
you wish you could have back.
Don’t stare at your reflection
for too long. Change it up.
No need to replay the song.
Move on. Wake up and look
alive. Buy the ticket and enjoy
the ride. Know when to show
and when to hide. Look alive.
No need to slip into the night
when we can just take flight.
Behind every mask
hides a hurting face.
People mask emotions
by concealing feelings.
People mask pain
every single day.
Everyone wants to
know who’s behind
the mask, but they
never ask what is
behind the mask.
So much more is
behind the mask.
Don’t be afraid
to show yourself.
It’s time to take
off the mask
and face the world.
Rid yourself of
the hurt and pain.
I looked in the crystal ball.
I saw my birth, rise, fall,
and death. I saw my life
with its darkness and light.
I saw roots. I saw my family
tree growing tall and strong.
I saw me as a child, exploring
unknowns, with an innocence
only children know and show.
I saw my future. I saw better
days. From an ariel view,
I saw the choices I made
and trees throwing shade.
I saw everyday as a game.
I was the star player showing
no fear: grinning ear to ear.
In the crystal ball, I saw
me at the top of a mountain.
I saw that I found a fountain
of youth. It’s the damn truth.
I saw it all in my crystal ball.
I know what I saw, and I saw
what I know. I saw my life
unfold. I saw me grow old.
In the crystal ball, I saw me
write deep into the night.
Open the curtain
and find
the complexity
of my mind.
Behind the curtain,
there is work
that no one can see.
Behind the curtain,
memories lurk
here within me.
The things you’ll uncover
will leave you in awe.
The places you’ll discover
seem to have no law.
If you look inside,
understand
I don’t own this land.
I live behind a curtain
just waiting to open.
I wish to be certain,
but I’m just hoping.
Behind the curtain,
I feel okay,
but now it’s time
to start this play.
I’ve counted the days
and now I’ve stopped.
I’ve gone many ways
to get to the top.
I’ve seen the days fly by
in front of my eyes
to only realize
my dream’s demise.
I’ve learned so much –
What to do with it?
Memories go untouched
in a place, they sit.
Three, then two, then one
Now, it is the day before last
And I don’t know where to go.
I’ve lived my days all too fast
with regrets only I will know.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 