I Once Had A Dream

When you hear the word “dream”
What comes into your mind?
Is it an eternal flow of grandiose fantasy?
Is it a mountain of ice cream?
Is it an image of something or someone you’ve been longing to find?
Or is it about bending the very fabrics of reality?

When I hear the word “dream”
Something inside me screams!
It shouts about a life-long goal.
A life-long conviction I’ve been trying to reach.
But as reality slowly creeps in and breach,
I find that my dream is not what’s best for all.

I say it’s not best because of what it’s done.
It only provokes my partner and that isn’t right.
I’ve been doing it for three years and the result is still none.
If I focus on it, an idea that’s not too bright,
We’ll starve to death and we don’t want that, right?

Reality showed me the error of my ways.
It showed me that I couldn’t let my dream stay.
It showed me that it only brought chaos and grief.
It showed me that my dreams didn’t provide relief.
It showed that my dream couldn’t save the day.

I began to see that maybe my dream is nothing but an illusion.
A trap I created so I could call something a passion.
With all the trouble it has brought to my life,
Maybe it’s time I bring an end to its life.
It’s time to sacrifice it and to be a part of the strife.

When all these thoughts came crashing through,
I realized something that made me blue.
In this life, nightmares do come true
And there are dreams you simply can’t pursue.

Let’s sit down and talk

Hello everyone! How are all of you doing today? I hope you’re all doing good. I just want to personally take the time off and deviate from my normal poetry posts.

It’s been quite a while since I have made this kind of post and I wanted to write another one again, so I could talk to you guys.

As you might have noticed, my poems are quite dark recently. They are gloomy and they are quite depressing. There is a reason for all that which I hope to address in this post.

I’ve been feeling down in the dumps lately. A lot of bad stuff has happened to me for the past two months. First of all, I lost my job. Second, I now have problems in paying the bills and food because I have no income. Third, I haven’t found a job yet, despite the number of companies I have applied for. Fourth and probably the most devastating of all is that I lost one of my dogs.

Life has been pretty rough on me lately. I feel like it has dumped all the shit it has on my head (sorry for the disgusting analogy). Aside from that, there have been times when I would suddenly be sad for no reason at all and my urges to cut myself has returned. Although I haven’t cut myself yet, I’m not so sure if I could stop myself from doing so.

So that’s all. I just basically wanted to update you guys on what’s going on with me right now. It has been a shitty ride, but I will be holding on and I’ll be hoping for better days to come.

Aside from that, I also want to thank you guys for all the support. I’m really happy to have new visitors who read my poems from time to time and I’m also very ecstatic when you guys decide to follow me. I appreciate the fact that all of you invest some of your precious time into reading my poems and I can’t thank all of you enough. Thank you for being with me and thank you for staying as well.

That’s all I want to tell you guys right now and I will be posting a new poem by tomorrow. I wish all of you a nice day and remember, always stay awesome guys!

The Black Hawk

Everyday used to be a walk in the park.
Everything was calm, no sudden attacks from the vicious hawk.
All I could see was the lush green trees.
I was walking on sunshine, but it was only momentarily.

The skies suddenly darkened right in front of me.
A violent wave came crashing down this fantasy.
The illusion of a face full of smile,
The illusion that I was happy.
Now I realize that being blissful isn’t my style.
The Black Hawk pulled me back to reality.

As I lay surrounded by the rubbles of my mirage,
I saw that everything was dark
And I soon realized there was a void in my heart.
My colorful paradise has turned into a rusty barge,
Carrying me off to somewhere very, very far.

At this moment, I can only see the Black Hawk.
It watches over me with a dull and lifeless gawk.