Lets Keep it Real.
lately, childhood fantasies have been clouding my mind. those happily ever afters and perfect glass slippers. but i feel that i should leave them behind. ever since i was young, ive wanted the storybook ending with my perfect prince charming. but i realize now, i dont need mr.prince charming. that guy in armor can ride off into the sunset with his noble stead. while he rides away with another fair maiden, ill be wavin’. ill be standing there with no prince charming but the good guy. now i know this story has just turned from fairytale to comic in about 2 seconds flat. but either way that is that. every now and then the fantasy may seduce me into a dream like state but in the end, i just hope to get the good guy. i dont need the jerks or jocks or nerds with high socks. the 12 o’ clock midnight no longer applies. reality kicks in and the time still ticks by. maybe i should stop trying to rhyme all the time… lets keep it real. the jerk behind the school putting a kid in a headlock can go home before i go and tell him to fuck off. ill be keeping my eye on that one sweet guy. the one who makes me laugh so hard i cry. not the one thats so thick in the head. but the one that calls before i go to bed. not the one that keeps making me cry puddles but the one that would rather cuddle. not the one who will watch and stand but the one that joins in and holds my hand. the good guy. the right guy.
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just waiting there as if somethings gonna happen. saying “if i wait long enough, somethings bound happen”. but, it doesnt. you spend your time waiting there as if the world is just. hoping the right things are gonna happen at the right time. but, they dont. your so called “perfect moments” keep running through your head. like a an old film, in black and white. nothing turns out this right. there is never a perfect setting with the right amount of moonlight. there is no six foot gazebo with a violin quartet. then you say to yourself, “not yet”. such high hopes for one so young. less like the sun, with its hot bright rays, but more like the moon at night, blue and cool. so bright and vibrant in this young state. but so overcome with emotions your blinded from the truth. the truth that…hes not coming. you’re waiting there for nothing. get out while you can. with you heart still in tact. run from this place. this place called reality. but then you come to realize: no one ever gets out alive.
Alienation or Damnation? No. hope.
where the thought of you pushes me so close to the edge. i hang onto dear life, hoping, just maybe someone will save me. but no. in a matter of time, i know no one is coming. the silence screams in my ears. no fears, just me and the edge. after time, i pull myself up. i slump my way across this huge desert land that is my faith. i almost think of stopping. maybe it would be better if i just stayed here. here in my own world. is that faith that i once held now lost? undoubtedly. most likely. yes? what is my response to be? that ive lost all hope to a world of alienated me? no. yes. wait. no lies now. none. there is hope. no longer should we join the silent. the silence solves nothing. we must solve things our selves. if not…there is only more silence. i dont need silence. i need hope.
