Slow

float fluttering
fluttering fall
these are the days
remember them all
broken and lost
happy and safe
discover the truth
for these days
do not end in youth
quality and quantity
dispose of the fast
souls for eternity
forever we last.

It is what it is...you tell me what u think ;)
~T~

Daze of Days

I sit in my dimly lit room
shadows dancing along the walls
my own eyes staring back at me
reflecting...what?...I don't know.
I dreamt a dream last night
it was crazy just like me
and I lingered on that dream today
wishing it to be
shadows and light go hand in hand
I was the light... I am the light!
dreaming dreams, I am good at
making dreams come true
not so much
but here I sit anyways
dreaming.

This poem I wrote one day after feeling annoyed at myself for always letting my imagination run away with me into a dream world. Seems like I'd rather be in some dream world I create than in this world where I'm bound to live.