The Lost DreamWhen I was young,The Lost Dream4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wished to be an actor,
And see an audience in awe,
Walking in from a backstage door,
On to a stage of theatrical fancy.
When I was younger,
I dreamed of being a writer,
Then my world would be brighter,
Scribbling scripts under the stars,
Watching a future go whizzing by.
When I am old,
I aspire to be a better man,
And to do all that I can,
Living my life as time is torn,
Thinking only of the reasons why.
When I am older,
I'll look back on my dreams,
Then it would all fall at the seams,
Hearing only the past screams,
Regretting it all so much I sigh.
Self-Righteous SuicideUnder pistol pressure of my mind,Self-Righteous Suicide3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've been forsaken by all I know,
And I shoot. Bang!
Just watch me slam into the scarlet flow,
Letting me drift away to my dark dream.
Under weary weight of my soul,
I've given up on all I believe,
And I cry. Damn!
But I still breathe to my black relief,
Purging the gasps of that sanguine scream.
Under choking conscience of my heart,
I've taken on all I can suffer,
And I explode. Boom!
This suicide of mine is not a crimson offer,
Relinquishing that current of a silver stream.