you often find yourself
in the dark corner of your room
with the curtains drawn
and the doors, locked
desperately, desperately
keeping the world out
and caging yours in
it is when you dream
to draw a sun
a moon, clouds and stars
cut it into different shapes
and paste it in your makeshift sky
it is when you dream
to write
and write some more
until the paper is blotted,
bleeding, flowing of ink
and tears
you ask yourself why
you always find yourself
sulking, quiet, solemn
you fail to answer
and imagine of something else
something random
something irrelevant
you imagine a character
and being them
being them; perfect and cool
but you stare across the room,
where a mirror
sat staring back
and you think
you think of how awful, how wrong
it is to want to yearn
for something impossible
you shift your eyes
and it travels to the window
covered, secluded
you patiently wait
for anything to happen
but nothing does;
nothing ever will
so you dream again
and dream some more
and think
that there, right where you sit
in your own private solace
is a paradise
so much farther
and brighter
and better
than the reality of the actual space,
the actual place
where you rot
and forever
just dream
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Oh Free Fall
PoetryA collection of poems. The topics are entirely random and not in any way happening to me. Well, some maybe but not all. :) Read and I hope you'll like it. >Mirage - June 12, 2011 >Under The Mask - November 7, 2010 >The Actress - September 22, 2011 >...