Category: Dreamland Poems

I looked into your deep wise eyes Your bouncing hair and beckoning smile I tried to look at the world around me But next to you, I was stuck in time For a moment, I didn’t see the uphill climbPride pulsing through my reckless mind Instead, there was love and sparks of joyLike fireworks bursting…

I’ve been lost for some time now Hurting myself with the worlds I’ve created Drifting softly and slowly towards nothing And back again until I’m crazy You think the warpath on the screenHasn’t made its way to my dreams? I dream of blood and fire I dream of charming liars You were supposed to be…

Twinkling eyes from your beaming face Maybe it was how your day had gone A curious joy I’d never understand In all its innocence, I’d try to absorb The discreet dance in your delicate step Must have been to that 90’s song You’d try to pretend you feel nothing Your eyes betraying you all along…

Cruel is a world that paved all this distance This is a jail, these memories my penance Holding hands right where we stoodLove painted in naivety, never misunderstood But now those eyes haunt with the unknownThis phantom of our past makes it all forlorn You boarded a ship into a brand new sea While time…

I thought I hated you with a passion The kind that common sense isn’t a visitor toIn all its burning self-centred agonyRage never really thought before it flew But now in the withdrawal of it all You stop painting black and white The realisation a traitor to your selfYour head hurting from all the spite…

I let my heart out on my sleeveTill I’m repulsed by the way it bleeds Don’t let myself live in excitement Putting myself in solitary confinement I spill the darker secrets of my mind Turns into the heaviest baggage you’ll find Melancholy turned all sour and violent Putting myself in solitary confinement I feel myself…

In my dreams we’re riding the wind Hopes of two generations twisted together Soaring high, your coats on my back No doubt whatsoever And when I fell from the sky, so deep You leaned in and kissed my forehead Picked me up and didn’t haul over the coalsGave me a little hope instead I’m sitting…

Your eyes are paintingsFolktales of grace and storms Your voice rides the space between us With all the agony of passion’s grasp My mind lingers on all your brilliance My fists break down among all this calmFor I’m that hanging orb in the sky All I want is for you to feel warm Our fleeting…

The ten year old in me curled up in fear Keeping my old textbooks as souvenirs Of a time of affordable indifference Waiting for this postmortem of my innocence I’m still scared of a world I never forgave What’s the pride in being all this brave I’m still scared of scars I don’t yet have…

You hurt me, and didn’t even know it Cut so deep, but no blood’s on your hand I’m here currying favour with my demons When I could have been giving my all to you I’m parked on the side of the road, thinking When did your life become all this glamour Even passers-by seem to…