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Reality Verses The DreamReality Verses The Dream.

Above the confines of the earths atmosphere.

I am embraced by the luminous clouds.

With the stars in reaching distance.

Surrounded by the acoustics of the sea.

Accompanied by the alluring scents of nature.

Observing the planets that stand like monuments.

This is the place where my body wants to be.

These are the sights my eyes want to see.

This is place where my mind can be free.

This is the only place where I can truly be me.

Now back to reality.

And the self perpetuating insanity.

Constricted by the codes of a conscripted morality.

Living in a world that is drenched in disparity.

How will I ever be a

Good MorningGood Morning.

I have a distressing tendency of waking up too early.

The sun escaping from the blinds always begins to stir me.

Just as I begin to behave sullen and surly, her presence averts me.

I turn to my side to see the vein in her left arm pump overtly.

She's completely immersed by the covers.

I have to resist temptation not to hold and hug her.

Her body suddenly moves with a spontaneous shudder.

Her mouth moves but not a word or sound does she utter.

I stare at her intently and push her stray hairs behind her ear.

Realising that loosing this woman will be my most dreadful fear.

Her eyes momentarily open just to make sure that

Free WillFree Will.

Is free will a devout gift or a curse?

Was it free will that granted a desperate man to steal an old lady's purse?

Was it free will that resulted in multiple bodies carried in a hearse?

Was it free will that justified a police officer to shoot the accused first?

Was it free will that allowed a family man's mentality to be so perverse?

Could this world of ours get any worse?

Free will gives us the chance for all of us to be distinctive.

But as a consequence people can act corruptive and vindictive.

But without this choice, our lives would be constrained and restrictive.

Undoubtedly these two differing perspectives are cont

Good ByeGood byes.

Something so simple and consistent. Something we have all experienced time and time again. It combines the long awkward moment with a short and swift exit. Signifying an end to what once was. An end of an era. A fulfilling moment that always had an end. The conclusion was always present, always there. But sometimes we choose not to focus on it. It almost makes the certainty uncertain for a period of time. But we all know its coming. Sometimes we focus on it to heavily and it ruins the remaining time you have. What I'm trying to say is there is no set way to deal with it. Its something you have to get used to. There are no sedative

SilenceSilence.

A language that everyone speaks.
       But one that we are not able to hear.

A place where emotions and abandonment meet.
       Of which we are forced to confront our buried fears.

There are no more lessons that the agents of society can teach.
       An infinite amount of words expressed through a solitary tear.

People dish out advice but never practise what they preach.
       A language with the same traits as a hopeful prayer.

A society where people judge others, as they sit back i

Am I Worthy?Am I Worthy?

Maybe I don't deserve all the views and the comments.

Maybe there are better writers out there that deserve acknowledgment.

Maybe I am not worthy of any recognition and attention.

Personally I don't think my work is even worth mentioning.

Maybe my words wont amount to anything substantial.

Maybe I wont make it in terms of a financial,

Atonement but can we just think for one moment…

That maybe I write to express my thoughts on a page.

To release all the feelings held hostage in this mortal cage.

Maybe others can relate and reciprocate my words.

And to you this notion may seem insulting and absurd.

But all these fa

They SayThey Say.

They say there is always a silver lining.
But right now my future looks bleak.

They say the sky is the limit.
But my vision is blocked by a mountain peak

They say life is a game.
But I was never any good at hide and seek.

They say were all different.
But does that mean that were all unique.

They say everyone wants to win.
But I have no desire to compete.

They say there are plenty more fish in the sea.
But they didn't say whether the water's shallow or deep.

They say everyone is searching for the same answer.
But I have'nt got it in me to cheat.

They say I'm too negative.
But I know this also comes hand in hand with d

Everlasting LoveEverlasting Love.

Two wrinkled hands intertwined with one another.
Their frail legs moving at a notably slow pace.
They always come in to the store every Sunday morning.
Buying their weekly packets of bird nuts and wild berries.
The elderly man always gives me a subtle wink whenever he sees me.
Comments on the amount of female partners I should be courting.
While the elderly women casts an innocent smile.
Ignoring her husbands repeated jokes and tugs him out the store.

The next week the elderly man is pushing his wife about the store.
His arms straining from the weight of the wheel chair.
He holds up two variations of bird berries

LostLost.

Do you ever question

Everthing that you love?

And that he alone decides whether you go

Or above?

Below

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CapableCapable

Sometimes I think we are able,
Of doing more than we are capable.

Believing the unexplainable.
Achieving the unobtainable.
Understanding the unspeakable.
Admiring the unsuitable.
Depending on the unreliable.

My AmbitionsMy Ambitions.

People tell me I have talent.
And my attempts at poetry are noble and valiant.

I want my words to leave a mark on this earth.
I write for myself, to give me some sort of worth.

I still think anyone is capable doing I what I do.
Paint the same or an even better image of the one I just drew.

I've been accepted by a few, but rejected by many.
This life is perpetual and the strain is getting heavy.

I write for you, as well as for me.
I write from my heart, to set my mind free.

A man who writes poetry isn't the epitome of masculinity.
I had to disregard the stereotype and over come the humility.

My writing is all I have

Reassuring PrideReassuring Pride.

I can do this on my own.

I don't require your assistance.

I'm not questioning whether your capable.

LimelightLimelight.

Why do we go for the things we're not supposed to?

             Why are we attracted to things our parents are opposed too?

                       Why can't we control the things we are unknowingly exposed too?

                              How come despite our best efforts, we can be fully composed to

Filling in a Blank PageFilling in a Blank Page

Sometimes I just don't know what to write.

I just sit there, staring at a blank document.

I cant just write the first thing that comes to my head.

And I cant not write it in case I forget what I said.

Naturally my mind reverts to some sort of rhyme.

Unintentionally I end up using this technique nearly all the time.

I am weary of how people view my work.

As sad as it seems I just want to be liked.

This started off as an untold, personal activity.

That exposed my feelings and displayed my fragility.

Now I'm letting strangers read the scriptures woven in to my heart.

Allowing you to understand who and what I

My Past and FutureMy Past and Future.

Last Sunday I was woken by a text.
To my surprise it was a message from my ex.
I haven't heard from her for about one and half years.
My cheeks still have the scars from those blood stained tears.

So I asked her, what is it exactly she wanted.
I haven't heard from her since she last absconded.
She said she was sorry for all the pain she caused me.
I always knew my fragmented past would come back to haunt me.

She said she missed me and no other guy could compare.
She reminded me of the good times we had and all the laughs we shared.
She asked for my forgiveness and if we could be friends again
I told her I can

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Individuality.Individuality.

These days most people are other people.
Only a few templates are distributed amongst the billions.
Maybe it’s because they see themselves as less than equals.
So they base and paste their thoughts from someone else’s opinions.

Their unfulfilled lives a mimicry.
Obtaining incompatible abilities.
Altering their figures physically.

Their passions are quotations.
Their theories are past equations.
They become victims of affiliations.

Remoulding their models into the shape of their role models.
Worshipping the words of Drake, Einstein, Rhianna and Aristotle.
Pursuing the idolised physique of a manufactured Coca Col

Semi-Detached.Semi-Detached.

She was very sensitive.
As if the volume was turned up in her head.

She started using her mother’s sedatives,
As a solution for her sleepless nights in bed.

She couldn’t connect with any of her relatives,
They never showed an interest in anything she said.

Her attempts at socialising were tentative,
So she conjured up imaginary friends instead.

Her dogged detachment was her only imperative.
She could not risk the chance of being misled.

There was no one to peel back the layer of negatives.
Too many years of tears have been bred and shed.

The smile she occasionally displayed was purely decorative.
She knows

Shit.Shit.

I unintentionally use it almost every day.
In a sudden hiccup, I slip up and it slips out.
Even when I can’t think of anything else to say.
You can bet beyond a shadow of a doubt.
That exact word will seep and creep out.

It makes its way into any given conversation.
It’s probably the most used default abbreviation.
It requires no effort and rolls out with no hesitation.
It’s so universal it can be suited to every situation.
In an upsurge it will emerge with no indication.

How can one word have so many definitions.
And still have the same effect despite its repetition.
How can this same word blur all the lines of di

Opposable Positions.Opposable Positions.

So if...

Good girls are really bad girls that never got caught

And

Kings and queens are insecure people that hide behind their forts.

Then

Survivors are cowards that run away when they could’ve fought.

Which means

Celebrities are strategists and opportunists that utilise their thoughts

And

Teachers are failures who couldn’t make use of the lessons life taught.

It would seem then you are either one way or the other.

There is fine undefined line between enemies and lovers.

So pick and choose wisely when deciding what side you are on.

Because you can never know the person you one day might become.

Singing From the Same Hymn.Singing From the Same Hymn.

They’ll never know
And we won’t hold it against them.
It’s not like they owe
It to us to make us feel like men
And women that are destined for greater things.
They have a higher purpose and calling.
It is they who have a bigger say in the world we live in.
Yes our lives may be predictable and boring.
But we have all in some way earned our positions.
In this life there are followers and then there are leaders,
And it’s the leaders that make those cut throat decisions.
Just like in school, you have the underachievers and the divas.

They have abilities and talents that are deemed useful
And i

Friend Zone.Friend Zone.

I just can never seem to get it right.
How can she say that I am not her type?
After the constant phone calls and the facebook messages
And listening to you talk about all of your annoying relatives.
I thought that you and I could’ve been something.
I know now you think all guys are just after one thing.
Especially after the last guy and what he did to you
And I thought since I was the person you came running to.
That maybe, eventually there could be something between us
And you would believe me when I say I am not thinking of my penis.

When I say I long to hear your voice, even if it's only for a little while
And I love

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The Super Hero Dream

by *KelaLewis-Morin, Jul 2, 2012, 3:35:26 PM
Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

The Super Hero Dream.

Since I was young I've always had this reoccurring dream.

As immature and juvenile at it may seem.

I'd have this one fantasy…

That me and my peers were apart of a heroic, super natural team.

We would serve and protect the world from impending doom.

But every morning I always end up waking up too soon.

I would stir and gaze around my marvel inspired room.

And attempt to…

Move objects with just will of my mind.

Completely alter my anatomical design.

Teleport in and out of realties and dimensions.

Communicate with anyone via a telepathic connection.

Have an invulnerable metal emerge from my knuckles.

Tip the balance between the ageless good and evil struggle.

Soar above and around the skies like an aeroplane.

Have a romantic but dramatic relationship with my very own Mary Jane.

Have the technological advanced capabilities of a billionaire.

This would then enable me to have a untraceable, under water lair.

Catapult spheres of synthetic web from the palms of my hand.

Have my own theme tune played by a devoted jazz and hip hop band.

Defeat every arch nemeses that threatens the worlds existence.

Have an assembly of heroes and heroines for morale and physical assistance.

Create a logo and stitch it on to my colourful and daring attire.

Then crazed children will embrace my action figurine and admire.

I would help the helpless and give hope to the hopeless.

Having this responsibility would make my life less worthless.

But then I'd think what if this dream came true.

Does that the mean critics and stress will arise too?

Will I be a victim of the media and negative publicity.

Will I have to live a life of duplicity with no presence of simplicity.

I guess that's what makes a fantasy, fanciful.

It keeps the imaginable, unimaginable.

Because a dream in reality isn't actually tangible.

Without some sort of slander, slaughter and scandal.

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The Super Hero Dreamby *KelaLewis-Morin

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Been working on this for a while I don't know why it just doesn't sound right to me. But this is topic I can relate to a great deal and I tried to express it the best way I can

I hope you guys like it and that the rhyme isn't too heavy

let me know what you think or if you've had the same dream. Or am I just a sad pathetic loser lol

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~Adventurer411 Oct 26, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

This was interesting; I like the last two lines. I think it really portrays that you can't get something that good without a high price for it. Well done.

~theWitchofGrich Oct 26, 2012

beautiful

*AussieDidge Oct 15, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Unfortunately... this poem speaks too much truth about this world and how we operate as part of it. Who wouldn't want to become a superhero and do things beyond our wildest dreams, to fly with the grace of an eagle or lift immense weights with minimal struggle? To shoot laser beams out of our eyes? Or maybe... breathe underwater and talk to fish a la Aquaman?

The sad reality is, the very minute something goes wrong or you just couldn't save that one person that, as it turned out, never could be saved in the first place, every single person turns their back on you, feeling that you are beneath them because you screwed up... just once, mind you.

To borrow words from an Eminem song, "...But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you, fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you..." Eventually, that one mistake leads to everyone condemning you, even though you tried desperately to help society while they didn't give a shit, one way or the other.

Seriously makes you feel more sympathetic towards Mr. Incredible and the rest of the superheroes who were forced to assume permanent secret identities, after just one mistake they accidentally made because of their powers. Had to throw in a reference to "The Incredibles".

Excuse me for my long-winded rant, just that this poem really made me think about things. Human beings, for everything we have accomplished, can truly be pathetic sometimes, and especially if something like this were to ever happen. I just hope one day we can embrace each other and ourselves regardless of our history, for that I believe is the path to our salvation.

Well done on such a brilliant poem, consider it favorited!

~KittySib Oct 14, 2012

I think it's an awesome dream! I always wanted magic...0.0 Great poem!

~Heroine-of-the-Day Oct 14, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

WOW. Good to know I'm not the only one who's dreamed to be a super hero! I really liked this and I can definately relate to it! I also liked the ryhming, it made sense and it wasn't cheesy.

~DeFor Jul 28, 2012

This is a fun poem, and it's definitely relatable, even though my specific fantasies have never involved being a superhero. It flows nicely and has rhythm, which kept me interested throughout the poem (which, alas, is not always the case with me. I am not a poetry person).
I like how you have the twist at the end, but I think you focus too much on "negative publicity"; I don't think bad press is one of the inherent problems with being a superhero. I think the inherent problem is that you wouldn't actually want to be in such situations. Very few people would truly want to be in constant danger, and to have the responsibility keeping the universe/planet/country/city safe. I think that's the case with most fantasies; it isn't really something you would want to happen to you.
That is what makes fantasies so enjoyable, I think, and you do address this a bit in the last stanza.

~teardownthefence Jul 10, 2012

I love it, this is really well done and entertaining!

~MikeyCam Jul 10, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I thought this was a sweet poem. Who hasn't at some time in their life just wished for a chance at being the superhero? I really liked the fact that the negative side was also brought up too. After all you can't have the good without the bad.

I like the rhyme just as it is.

~ItSucksIKnow Jul 10, 2012 Hobbyist Artist

When my dreams aren't the stuff of nightmares or night terrors this tends to be the flavor :~)

~MetalgearTwilight01 Jul 9, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

If I had dreams at night like I did as a child then I would be in the same boat

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