He dreams
He knew this was no place for him before he knew what this place was.
By the way that they looked at him.
By the way that they spoke to him.
And by the way they wouldn’t speak to him.
He knew this was no place for him when they deemed him to be too different to fit in when he didn’t want to fit in. He just wanted to be himself.
And he knew this was no place for him when he realised that nobody was listening to reason because nobody ever really truly listens.
He barely speaks now
He barely weeps now
He barely sleeps now
But he dreams.
He dreams that the world would stop judging him by the clothes he wears or the bed he shares or the skin he tears.
He dreams that belonging wasn’t based upon similarities but based upon realities.
He dreams that there will come a time where we stop labelling and categorizing people for not fitting into our own definition of right and wrong so we can start accepting them for who they are.
He dreams that there is a place for him.
He dreams that one day, the world will dream with him until dawn, when the sun rises and we’re not dreaming anymore.
And he dreams that we all wake up from the same dream, so that we can become free and then change the world together.
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I enjoyed this…. And people can read it with their voices on their own…. Probably…. at least a majority of people can :/ But I’m sure most people can at least pretend
It’s nice ^-^
Thank you. It’s more that my poetry is usually very traditional in the sense that it has perfeft rhymes and syllable counts. Maybe I’ll record it and see if it sounds the same way that you imagined it to sound
I tried to imagine how you would be reciting it I could hear you and where you would pause etc. I ended up quite early on reading it in my brother’s voice. He is excellent with this sort of thing (although he’d never admit it) writes his own raps and poems; I’m uncertain as to whether he can come up with them off the bat. I wish I could write, I would illustrate them if I could then again I think I’m better off sticking to drawing and painting as my medium of expression >_<
Well I wish I could draw so I understand. I have written a few children’s stories but I can’t draw so they’re just sitting there. I would love to see your drawings sometime
*if I could hear you
Perhaps I will upload some some day (if I can figure it out lol) I dont know.. I’m quite private/ protective of my art if that makes sense I dont like the idea of it being dissected and criticised despite those close saying I should get it out there. I dont really have a specific style as I like to try different things but I like illustration, portraiture, and anime but I also like really dark morbid and explicit art as well as fetish art and I suppose this where I get more private really as it’s more real, more of me and I guess I dont like being too open or exposed.. Being a harsh critic of my own work doesn’t help! I feel that may be a bit unfair considering all you’ve shared, I’m not saying no though 😛
I crochet games/ cartoon characters etc as well though and you’re more than welcome to see those! I made a ‘towelie’ beanie for my bro’s birthday and for his card I drew Randy Marsh and crocheted his massive cancer balls lol. Also trying to figure out how to crochet my own ‘Link’ hat but need to get more wool as I had to use the green to make a Plymouth Argyle scarf for my Mum’s man for Xmas.. I say ‘made’ and its not even finished.. So much to do, so many ideas and half the time I cannot bring myself together to do it and then real life casts it’s dark shadow..