Fantasies.
Where I could fly, without the fear of falling.
Where I could dive, without the fear of drowning.
Where I could scream, without the fear of being heard.
Where I could play with fire, without the fear of getting burnt.
Where I could lie, without the fear of being rude.
Where I spoke the truth, without the fear of it coming back as a wound.
Where I could live, without the fear of not being able to try.
Where I could run, without the fear of having to die.
Where I could be something, without the fear of having regrets.
Where I could do something, without the fear that I won't perform my best.
Where I can work, without the fear of getting no fruits at all.
Where I can talk, without the fear of breaking down people's walls.
Where I can see, without the fear of becoming blind.
Where I can feel, without the fear of losing my mind.
Where I can walk around, without fearing a predator's eyes.
Where I can wear what I want, without fearing a predator's eyes.
Where I can say what I want, without fearing a predator's eyes.
And these fantasies I dream, in a world of non-fiction.
A world of fear, that controls my decisions.
A world, where you live your nightmares in broad daylight.
These monsters that roam, there's nowhere to hide.
So, I have fantasies.
Maybe at least there I'll be safe.
Because at least over there, in case I did die.
I'd rest in peace; I'd have lived my life.
In this cruel land that I live in,
You keep your eyes open at night.
You have to live in fear, in the walls of your own home.
Because it is not only the bedbugs that bite.
Nightmares that roam the expanse
Stealing pearls away from the pure sea.
Yet, the monsters are still here, living their life.
But I can only live in my fantasies.
Because in this world, everything is wrong,
My clothes, my hair, the body God gave me.
And somehow, its these little things that make me different.
A fine line between a predator and a prey of innocence.
A prey of innocence, when I'm dead or alive.
So, I'll live in my fantasies, while my monsters live in my life.
Maybe in my dreams, I'll be allowed to have a life
Fantasies, without the fear of a predator's eyes.
~LonelyComets
15.7.18
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A small token of the respect I have, for anyone who is living. You're living.... through what's going on around you. It doesn't matter how big or small of a problem it may be... you're still living. And I respect you for that.
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The Falling Stars
Poetry"For every tear that fell from her eyes// A bright star came falling from the sky" Just poems.... uhhh... yeah :) Poems that basically pop up in my head at like 3am ... and are formulated over an hour or two. That ... or it was inspired by a dream :...
