A Neverending Dream By InJeel Omens El-Ji
From a night's dream
To a day dream
Nothing compares to
A neverending dream.
The dream of my desires
The thought's dream of miracles
The way I want to help others
The way I want to speak to all
And having friends for life
Along with graduating from so many levels
I want to travel the distance
Express my existence
Have the world at my hands
To show I can do anything
For my small desires
Even the thought's dream of miracles
I wish to have a life
Help my family in need for time
Keep friends to check on me
Aura to show I'm free
Music to calm my mind
My pencil and book
To calm my soul
But mostly of all
A love to call thy own
A neverending dream
Soft Lies By Becca Zuckerman
Out of sight out of mind,
Oh soft lies soft lies, '
We say to keep our eyes dry,
Watch the white lines.
Wave goodbye,
I left you with some soft lies.
And we traded hats and poetry,
Talked til the line died,
And we hated signs and irony,
The raindrops in the sky.
You saw a shooting star you said,
I saw a source of pride,
Your message said "all things are good."
The softest of your lies.
A faded shape: heart on hand,
My straight your slanted lines,
I have a weight about me now,
For all my petty crimes.
Out of sight out of mind:
Oh wouldn't that be fine?
But I know you'll be here floating soft,
Unmoved by change or time.
Natural Woman By Brittany Suit
To you, I must seem a natural woman.
To you, I am eyes and a face.
I am a pair of legs,
A pair of lips.
I am your first view
Of a woman's birthing hips.
I am the mirth-filled lines
Forming around your eyes,
I am those extra pounds
That take you by surprise,
By storm, by force even!
And even though I really do
Seem to fulfill all these roles you
Place me in,
You ignore my heart. You ignore my face.
I confess, I am all these things.
But I am oh so much more.
I am Sagittarius' bow
Curved back, turned loose,
And sailing way over your head.
I am Chesire Cat's smile,
Sending chills down your spine
With all that jazz.
I am a meat sandwich,
Made good at your place and
Stuffing your face with calories and kisses.
I am your vindictive missus,
Both a bitch and a bribe
And your eternal war bride.
It's the lost knowledge, to be recognized
As insanity realized,
Eternalized within my crazy-eyed soul,
Those bared manicured nails
threatening to swallow you whole!
There comes a moment where
We have to pull ourselves up
And gasp for air,
Feel alive by yanking out our hair,
All for the sake of feeling young.
For seeming real.
I confess, as much as it derails your train of thought.
I am oh so much more than a woman.
I am me.
And me is, you see, a fantastic concept.
I am emotionally androgynous.
I am everything.
I am nothing.
I have identity issues.
I need a box of tissues.
I need a pair of gym socks
To fill your too-big shoes.
I'm too small to lose you.
I'm too big to fall.
I'm all natural. All woman. And all here.
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