Dreams often comes in different sizes. Some dreams in big and some dreams in small. But whatever we dream about, it troubles us. confuses us. and sometimes we are scared.

Strangled. Tangled and Chaos.

Often left me in confusion.

A colossal of goals,

Seems to compressed ahead of me.

A conjunctions of things,

That’s making me insane,

Going around in circles.

Too vivid, too obvious and conspicouos.

A thirst need to be quench,

A hunger need to be satisfied.

A droplet of water, a bit of food.

Can never seem lighten my load.

Intense is my desire,

To reach the sky above.

Hold the stars on both my hands.

But stood still on where I am.

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  • Guy Hogan on Nov 13, 2010

    You capture the nature of dark dreams well in this poem.

  • managatd on Nov 13, 2010

    thanks… i like your titled my lover’s vagina. simple but sensual.

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