Follow your dreams they say

Work hard they say

And you shall achieve you have ever wanted …..

Well I have worked hard

I have given my blood sweat and Tears

And I am just another face in the crowd

I am the comfort zone for it all

Never enough

Never the one

So many dreams shattered to pieces

And the clock keeps ticking

And they don’t come true

Seems like I am throwing in the towel

Just swimming with the pool of fishes

Just saying fuck it all

Dreams on paper

Paving way for someone else’s path

But it never works for me

Chase your dreams they say

Work hard they say

And everyone grasps the stars but me


I can’t shake this feeling! 

I can’t shake this feeling This insane feeling of being trapped 

Trapped in an invisible box 

A box filled with lies, 




Every turn covered in traumatic emotions 

Crippling experiences 
And we fake bubble gum dreams 

And we fake fairy tales that we continuously tell 

And for every rainbow 

There were blood, sweat and tears 
Death filled days 

That succumb our every emotion 

That shatter our glitter filled stories 
So how can I shake this feeling of doom? 


A million thoughts running thru my had Plans, memories all intertwined

Trying to be the best that I can possibly be 

Paving ways to what tomorrow has for me 

The ideas that over take my head 

The mistakes that make me take pause 

In a different place than I was yesterday but somehow the dreams remain the same 

How will I get to the place where I have always seen myself 

The aesthetics change but the goal remains the same 

Visions and visions of tomorrow have played for years in this head of mine 

Sometimes it feels so close 

And at times so far

Dreams that survive from heartache from fear from pain 

Dreams become chameleons attached to the soul of a little girl that was content with so little 

A little with big dreams that didn’t belong to the time and place 

Fast forward to the woman before you with the same big dreams 

A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe

Sometimes it seems that we work so hard and try so hard and no matter what we do it just slips within our grasp. On those days I remember this poem.
A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow–
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand–
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep–while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Dreams and Memories

I toss and turn with memories of what use to be
Episodes captured in dreams
A happiness that only exists in those brief moments
For the morning comes
And a mask comes on
And the worries of the world fade away
Longing for those moments captured in memory
Trapped in the thin membrane in your head
Relive every second
Savor every flavor
Touch every inch
But when the eyelids part
It’s back to a reality that I don’t want to be in
A black and white film that I am trapped in
That I only escape when my head hits the pillow
Reminisce every single second
Let me live in my memories where everything shines so bright
With my eyes closed and my troubles so light
For it seems these moments I try to capture don’t compare to those dreamt at night


Mirror mirror on the wall…


You have seen it all
But today what do you see?
Do you see shattered dreams?
Do you see tear streaked faces?
Do you see anything at all?
Who’s the fairest of them all…
Do you see past the fakes smiles?
Do you see past the made up faces?
Do you see past the elaborate costumes?
Fairy tales written over and over again
But these are not fairytale steps we take daily
These were the words missing from the happy ending
Mirror mirror on the wall…
Can you see the blisters and scars?
Can you feel the pressure and the pain?
Can you touch the deepest parts of these stories?

Fairytales missing soul and passion
Missing the ordeals faced before that happy ending