Reality is not Love By Angie Lazzara (c) 2012
I’d rather live in a fantasy then in reality;
Where I know I can’t have what I truly desire.
Believing is my deception.
Believing what I want is real is only my imagination.
A safer way to live and know what I dream of having.
Holding on to you and dreaming my own lies.
These twisted desires holding me up and getting me through my day.
Seeing the fake side of life that keeps me safe.
It can’t be real, to feel like this.
I need the bliss of false love and hope.
And if I open my eyes and the pieces start to fall,
I’ll know I never really had you at all…
Untitled 2013 Angie Crum
My mind runs
Never stops
The feeling of constant words jam into my brain
Grabbing my pen and looking for paper.
My hand cannot keep up with the flow I'm feeling.
The dam has busted.
Do you want to read?
Do you want to hear?
Do you see what I'm trying to do?
I've bloomed into what I was always meant to be.
A poet, a writer , an author, an artist.
No longer holding back the passion, no longer building a dam.
Chasing Dreams By Leann Mitchell
(c) 2013
I’m running in a cloud but it doesn’t seem like I’m moving.
I’m reaching out for something I want or must have.
It’s just beyond my reach and my heart is breaking.
Farther and farther it seems to drift and I’m still running.
I’m running but not going anywhere.
Why can’t I reach what I desire the most?
It drifts; my heart breaks; tears fall.
Chasing dreams never solved anything at all.
