dragonawakener

I dreamt of glass slippers So I sought them out I walked over the burning coals And scraps of metal My feet bleeding as the world piled weight into my shoulders I dreamt of glass slippers So I trudged through The sands of time that erode And mud of swamps My legs aching from the strain of being pulled down I dreamt of glass slippers So I waded the oceans Kicked away venomous snakes Walked on thorns Watched my feet leave behind body footprints on the path I dreamt of glass slippers So I tried to obtain I tried to find what could make Everything worthwhile And when I finally slipped them onto my feet, they shattered I dreamt of glass slippe

I dreamt of glass slippers So I sought them out I walked over the burning coals And scraps of metal My feet bleeding as the world piled weight into my shoulders I dreamt of glass slippers So I trudged through The sands of time that erode And mud of swamps My legs aching from the strain of being pulled down I dreamt of glass slippers So I waded the oceans Kicked away venomous snakes Walked on thorns Watched my feet leave behind body footprints on the path I dreamt of glass slippers So I tried to obtain I tried to find what could make Everything worthwhile And when I finally slipped them onto my feet, they shattered I dreamt of glass slippe

It used to be in shades of gray A decay of what was lines A smear of redless bloody trails Of ashen lullabies Before it all was black and white So clear in all portrayal Anything outside the box Was readily betrayal There was a time when all was haze Forgotten life not lived And dreams were all to fill the void Hollow, changed, vivid You made me see in a new light Colors to match the gray In sync we went and told our lives Separate by the days You were gone, you came back Gone again to return My world had faded to sepia The edges beginning to burn I couldn't see what we used to see Blinded by the times I can not feel what you seemed to f

To never be whole A solid emptiness that echoes inside With the hollow pit that once housed dreams To understand what joy could be felt, should be felt Yet know it will never be Missing a piece, a nook crying to be filled Another hole to add to the collection To have waited, desperately waited For what was promised in whispers Promised in giggles, desires Burning in frustration, ashes now cold To never be whole The dreams dead, never even lived Mutated goals in desperation, sick and twisted Beyond all sanity, beyond any beauty A stillborn chance to join a ghost Smiling in its unfocused tendrils of hope And a touch of cynnical pessimism Knowi

The little bird was in a cage For as long as she could remember They would walk by and stare Command her to sing like the birds in flight She grew tired of the demands And just wanted to disappear So they couldn't see and expect her to trill She began to pull out her feathers Lining the bars like wrapping paper Using the down to fill in the empty spaces Soon she was naked Lying cold and alone in the metal cage But they couldn't see her anymore And they just forgot she was there They couldn't stare They couldn't demand They couldn't smile And she would never get to fly

The keys give under my fingertips In perfect rhythm with my mind The words flow in and out My breath catches with every line The tempo of this little dance Slowly picks up the pace My muscles tense as I type My fingers keeping up with the race Deeper and deeper the words go Opening me up to my soul My nakedness no longer a concern Just a part of the toll I'm reaching the end, I feel it inside The climax of what I need The caressing words round out And then the sweet release

Who would have thought the years being locked in a cage would be the happiest time of my life? I used to dream about gliding- my wings spread wide as I rode the breeze over a horizon that went on forever. I would wake in the dark and scream out in frustration, hoping that someday I could sing my real song. The nights became longer and the dreams became unwelcome. You see, when I'm too caged in, fantasies are more like nightmares, taunting me, teasing me; a blatant reminder of what I can never have. Freedom. It was all I wanted. It was everything. I escaped the first time the opportunity presented itself. Barreling through the unlocked door, I

I don't know when it started. When I'd gone a little off. When my mind had gotten twisted, And bubbled like a broth. I don't know when it happened, When I'd gone a little green. When I'd turned a little rotten; And dreamed a rotten dream. And I don't know why it happened, But this I know to say; Twenty-two are buried here, But twenty-three today... ...Now then, why don't we find some place nice and quiet (^_^) - Chen Yuan Wen, Broken World Series, 19th December 2013