A rose,

Cut within an inch of its life.

Cut into obedience,

Cut into perfection.

 

To extend a leaf,

To dare to disobey.

Gives them more weapons to cut you down.

Left in the ground…

 

I listen to the girls laughter,

Of love,

It distracts me from the,

Restricted,

Dis,

Illusioned,

Poem I was writing.

 

And leaves me dreaming.

 

I dream of her soft, sweet, smile,

As she lies sleeping.

I dream of musicians dreams,

Slowly working and completing.

I dream of friends smiling faces,

As they’re caught in debate.

 

And then I dream of dreaming.

 

A mind frame made drastically real.

An underbed monster that can now think and feel.

A confusion lost in time.

Locked in forced rhyme.

 

As poetry flows,

As life dreams,

As she laughs,

And I lie on the border,

Between this world and another,

 

Dreaming.