I just woke up, and it's not fair

Tonight in my dream,
I was helping you create a resume
I was sharing with you all your positive traits
And things that would make you irresistible to others
You were all the things I said
You were every good adjective in my head
You are creativity in motion
You are innocence without the guilt
You bring calm to sea of commotion
In a suburban of pollution, you're a breath of fresh air...


I just woke up, and this is not fair...


These dreams are not for me to have
Becase I know you're not for me
You reappeared for a brief moment in my life
Now you're gone
But you're still around
Every night I clinch my pillow
And I pray for happy dreams
And I get them
But the ones I get are for another person to dream
This is not fair
Usually I pray for strength to get me through the day
To help me reach my bed and lay in peace..

But now my bed is no longer a place of ease
For I pray that I get through the night
Hoping to not dream of you
Because even though these dreams I have are sweet
They are not for me
I pray that I can go a night
dreaming of dragons, black and white scenes, and fairy tales
The things I dreamt of that usually didn't make any sense
Even though you make perfect sense
I can't have you in my dreams
I pray that maybe for just one night you didn't exist
But its not fair
Because I just woke up, and in my dreams, you were there
I know that this will subside
But I'm sure that if you reappear
It will all come back again

I hope that when I fall back to sleep
I will dream of something that doesn't make sense
Rather than you
Something thats made sense for a long time

Change.. Can You See it?

Change doesn't require DNA strands to be broken
For its from within the soul, which has no genetic code
Yourself only knows the required entry
And only you the catalyst to make it expedient
Not only will it be difficult, but challenging
For you know not the consequences;
Others will take notice first

Change is what being dynamic is
Is what makes us better than before
Accepting that maybe the old you has expired
The new-self must be brought forth
Old ways must be retired
Embracing dignity and honoring the being thats passed
The funeral of one that has fulfilled their purpose
New ways of acknowledging the old

Change is going to be painful
Because your peers were just getting used to you
You knew this day would come
Are you ready to make the jump?
Bored and stagnant were the old's adjectives
Waiting for the next opportunity to push you
For you come to realize its you you're waiting for
Evolution can only occur if the environment requires it

Change is good
Because it puts away the faults of the past
You know that change is going to come
Know that it will hurt now, but be oh so good later
It's never too late to change
Time to execute your plan, if you need to... do it

Waiting

You promised you'd be here,
Now I'm scarred
For agreements I can no longer forebear
Neither accept
Except, when it's something I wait for
Something that I've saved for
Something held off for
Four hours have gone by
Since you said you would be here.
I ponder of an unknown hormone
that speeds our internal clock
The opposite of seratonin
That is only released by adrenal glands
When impatience kicks into overdrive
I need to drive, I need to get out of here
But I can't, because you said you'd be here
And I fear, and I hesitate
That maybe you did come, maybe you did make an attempt
Could it be that I became temporarily deaf?
Or was it that I just chose not to hear?
Here I sit, waiting for you to set my day free
Free to do what I must, and not be held prisoner to your arrival
I hate waiting, it's a heavy load I bring in my baggage
Everywhere I go, I carry it and try to manage

UPS, HURRY THE HELL UP!!! AND DELIVER MY FREAKIN PACKAGE!!!

First timer to the site

Hey guys, lynne was kind enough to let me contribute to the page. This is something I wrote one day, didn't really have time to edit it, so please excuse the grammatical shortcomings, which I'm sure there are plenty of. Happy readings

It’s ironic to find beauty
In the most perverse ways,
In things that most find ugly
I find it something to make my day
The typical question of
What are 3 things you look for in a girl?
If I were to answer
Some will raise a brow, maybe even gag
Smile, big eyes… and pretty toes
Most have, but beauty many do lack
Why such appeal for something that lacks
Such usefulness and purpose?
Why such a fetish for something that
Sweats and aches at the end of the day
But nay I say, in this I find beauty
For there is a deeper meaning in my eye.
Back in Ancient times,
When the queen would hither
To declare your love and obedience
The servant would kiss her feet
And for this I would say I would
Show such similar admiration
For this trait of mine is not easily won
For they must strike me with elegance,
Cleanliness, initiative in keeping them pure
I do not bow at any site of any foot
But I do use it as complementary evidence
That her beauty is more than skin deep
Many weep, at such a site
But it brings my attraction to such life.
This treasure is hidden everyday,
Concealed from many, so whats the use to maintain beauty?
Look beyond what’s written on the surface
For if they are hidden, and still glimmer like gold
Then she is a gem that should be treasured