Obscuredreaming little dreams
day and night
no more brainfog
no more haze
witness to a miracle
in only 3 days
dreaming big dreams
write what you desire
dreamer dreaming dreams
what you see is what you get
wake up next to me
or dream along side me
watch it change form
enjoy the show
and pop me some corn
to go home
come home to me
in this house of dreams
you see me
I see you
I trust you
you trust me
the game is wonderful
and you know where it goes
lets follow the stars
and go down a lovely road
chat role playi iss seening youchat role play3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
i know how that feels
i can't believ its november already...
hoe... i ment home
yes my point exacly
ugh and there's nothing to do at night in the city unless ur into drugs/drinking which i am not
and yes srry the bar thing was random... as is this joke:
MARTA buses fart
wow... and the end?
oop there is!
ok note to salfe never do that agin
im good now
o ok and my ass hurts
ok i was running to the doller store door and i sliped and hit the door and feel on my ass lolz
lol i have no idea what the hell has crawled up Brandon's ass but he seems ver antsy tonite....
yeah Atlanta... land of wierd ass waethr
all thier snowplows were broken last winter....
and even wierder than that is how it doesn't seem like it should be november....
sureim just setting here lestiong to epicia
what does Zara look like?
Zaku has purple hair... pionted ears and grreen eyes and works as a MARTA bus driver...
zara is a klutz and verry easly confuized
what buses arewhat buses are3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
buses are just like us, and we are just like them
they breathe, though it's not the same as ours
they move, though we are the ones at the wheel
they speak, though that voice is not their own
they feel, though we cannot see them cry
they break down, and we often neglect them then
they bleed, maybe not human blood
they have beating hearts, we call it an engine
they have accidents, though it usually not their fault
they die, just like we do
their engine stops one day, just like our hearts cease to beat
their soul leaves the body, just like ours do
their bodies are absorbed by the earth one day, reclaimed like our bones
'they move us, and we move them'
they feel us, most ignore them
they love us, many hate them
they care for us, many abuse them
they drive us, we drive them
"the bus is naught without her driver, the driver is naught without his bus"
A dream unrequitedA dream unrequited3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
here today and is gone tomorrow
here and now a wish to see...
and none other but myself my own enemy
so to those around a show of silence
and inside my mind a raging wave of tempest
of impatience, caution, but nary defeat
to go where i go, not alone, but by bus
by train... and even sometimes by foot
wherever it may be...
i am there... and i am me, myself, i
i am... what i am.
and there is a tomorrow on the horizon,
that swings in the tides of moon...
bearing only another day...
another moment to fill in with an empty echo
and yesterday... the day that is nolonger
we hold to it firmly as though there is no future
no truth here withheld...
the path illuminated.... and worn down quite well
this moment but a flicker
the final fleeting image on the screen...
the tale before the beginning
the whisper in the dream
i know i am a dreamer
but mine are not so far-fetched
mine are rather simple
even childlike perhaps
after all, one does not gain the world
by becoming a bus driver...
nor the one wh