I never believed in heaven

Until I met you

Then I knew it was a real place

Here on earth

But with heaven, comes hell

One can’t exist

Without the other

I soon found out

That hell

Is a place on earth

Without you

I dream of

horses with wings

and pretty shiny things

of his lips on mine

and the delicious taste of red wine

of the mistakes I’ve made

and those eyes of jade

I dream of

that moment we shared

and that time no one cared

of the world ending

and of when you were pretending

of the monsters inside

and getting swept up in the tide

It's black.

Or it's hazy.

One or the other.

Either I never remember my dreams

Or I dream of nothing at all.

Some days I'm unsure which is worse.

Enter said the portal to unknown worlds. I entered and came to a dark massive room with a pyramid at the center with maze looking carvings on it.

At the center my name was on it.

Then I had visions saw all my family then realized that the pyramid was a tomb. I woke up with a start.

Walking through a house, unknown to me

A sturdy, masculine figure emerges

He wears all black, but his skin is milky

He approaches

Our bodies converge

I'm against the wall

His body restrains me, his knee begins to emerge

To hold me, passionately in place,

As he moves in for a slow kiss

I feel safe, secure and loved

But protected, most of all

A feeling I quite miss

the roads are always the same

always the same places

always lost

always pulsing with anxiety

always running late

the rich neighbors that don't exist

Julie and and

his name I never remember

there is always a monster

not always with a physical form

but it is there

how can my dreams of late always be here

why am I forced to confront a place

that doesn't exist

I hate it

let me go

let me get there on time

how hard is it to get out of a neighborhood

that my dream self lives in

aparently hard enough to torment me

My Dream is pretty simple indeed.

To become a writer is what I need.

Speaking to people from my heart.

But not knowing how to start.

I want to a inspiration to you.

I want to touch your life with my writings you view.

My Dream is pretty simple it may seem.

But to change the world with my writing is my dream.