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December 10, 2013
Dreams of reality by ~cruisnick An interesting and fresh take on a slightly used concept.
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A pair of eyes;
Open and stare through the lights,
Into the darkness of doom.
And yet they smile,
Yet they smile.
A drop of tear;
Seeps through the garden of death;
Falls to the mortal soil.
Dreams and desires will blend again,
To render the roses alive.
I am floating through a vision.
Like ripples, floating through the pond of life.
Can reality be so real?
Let me drown again,
Into the silence of familiar noise.
As I wander through the lanes of reason and passion.
The flame of hope burns bright,
Drenched in the colors of freedom.
So let my dreams unravel my soul,
As darkness fades away;
And let mortality draw me closer to destiny.
As these pair of eyes,
Open to stare through the lights again.
Is this reality?
Can reality be so real?
Time passes by, as the eyes keep staring;
Staring at the distant lights;
Staring beyond the distant skies.
What do they see?
What do they long?
What do they desire?
Then the skies will break down;
White lightning striking the dreamy clouds.
Moments will turn into memories,
Passion into pain.
Questions that once seemed to matter,
Will be washed out in the rain.
The hands which once held me tight,
Wearing different faces of love.
The moments that felt so alive.
The reflections which rendered me life.
All the shadows that once felt so obvious.
All the noises; so ordinary; so true.
Treasured dreams colored in innocence.
Some stories left incomplete.
Some choices we could not undo.
The lightning strikes;
The canvas burns.
Reality changes dimension.
Then comes the rain, washing all away.
I am floating again,
Is this a vision?
Am I sleeping?
Was I ever awake?
Silence; where once voices reigned.
Infinity; where once logic questioned fate.
Far away in the distance, the lights still keep burning bright.
Reminding me of the skies that once bred colors.
Shall I reach out once again?
Shall I walk the road one more time?
What should I learn, to unlearn that I shouldn’t have learnt?
What should I do, to do the undone?
All of it, does it even matter?
Should it even matter?
Standing on this edge,
Let me question once again.
What is reality?
Can reality even feel so real?
Open and stare through the lights,
Into the darkness of doom.
And yet they smile,
Yet they smile.
A drop of tear;
Seeps through the garden of death;
Falls to the mortal soil.
Dreams and desires will blend again,
To render the roses alive.
I am floating through a vision.
Like ripples, floating through the pond of life.
Can reality be so real?
Let me drown again,
Into the silence of familiar noise.
As I wander through the lanes of reason and passion.
The flame of hope burns bright,
Drenched in the colors of freedom.
So let my dreams unravel my soul,
As darkness fades away;
And let mortality draw me closer to destiny.
As these pair of eyes,
Open to stare through the lights again.
Is this reality?
Can reality be so real?
Time passes by, as the eyes keep staring;
Staring at the distant lights;
Staring beyond the distant skies.
What do they see?
What do they long?
What do they desire?
Then the skies will break down;
White lightning striking the dreamy clouds.
Moments will turn into memories,
Passion into pain.
Questions that once seemed to matter,
Will be washed out in the rain.
The hands which once held me tight,
Wearing different faces of love.
The moments that felt so alive.
The reflections which rendered me life.
All the shadows that once felt so obvious.
All the noises; so ordinary; so true.
Treasured dreams colored in innocence.
Some stories left incomplete.
Some choices we could not undo.
The lightning strikes;
The canvas burns.
Reality changes dimension.
Then comes the rain, washing all away.
I am floating again,
Is this a vision?
Am I sleeping?
Was I ever awake?
Silence; where once voices reigned.
Infinity; where once logic questioned fate.
Far away in the distance, the lights still keep burning bright.
Reminding me of the skies that once bred colors.
Shall I reach out once again?
Shall I walk the road one more time?
What should I learn, to unlearn that I shouldn’t have learnt?
What should I do, to do the undone?
All of it, does it even matter?
Should it even matter?
Standing on this edge,
Let me question once again.
What is reality?
Can reality even feel so real?
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Well...for those who hate reading long poems, I'm extremely sorry for the length of this piece. Its just that I had a lot of questions when I started writing this down.
As I look back on my life, all my memories, my moments seem so distant. Its like I've been floating through existence looking at my life unfold. It makes me question if any of it was actually real. Can reality even feel so real?
The poem is basically about this feeling and a lot more.
As I look back on my life, all my memories, my moments seem so distant. Its like I've been floating through existence looking at my life unfold. It makes me question if any of it was actually real. Can reality even feel so real?
The poem is basically about this feeling and a lot more.
© 2013 - 2024 cruisnick
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I usually don't like longer poems, but this one kept me hooked. It feels like a spiritual dream or altered state that leads one to see things from a more distant perspective, perhaps even leading one to decide whether it's all even worth it.