Erased Those Dreams

You took that eraser, and went across, all those dreams we’d, ever shared from before, and in less than an instant’s time, they’re, all gone!

Erased those dreams, and now, I can’t even recall, what any single one of them entailed, it’s like, I’d gotten, amnesia or something, odd, really, ‘cuz those dreams meant so very much, to me from before, and now………nothing remained.

like that!  Not my photo…

Erased those dreams, like how you and I, never even, existed at all, despite how hard we’d both worked, to salvage this love, you’d still decided, to pull the plug at the end!  Erased those dreams, and now, there’s, not any of us to live in.

Erased those dreams, so, dream up new ones!  It’s not that easy, after all, you’d, lost the trust you’d placed in that someone special, as s/he’d, betrayed your trust, and, made you, lost that important faith you have in your selves, and it’ll take, a very, very, very long time, for you, to find back that lost trust you’d originally had, in your selves from before!

Erased those dreams, let there be, no traces of them left, in my life, I’m, moving on, without the ball and chains these dreams have, holding me back now………

notmy photo still…

 

These Leftover Dreams…

These, leftover dreams, they’d, no longer tasted fresh, and yet, we’re still, keeping them, why?

These, leftover dreams, from god KNOWS how long ago, look at all those age spots, all those wrinkles on them?  Why are we, bothering, keeping up with them, huh?  They’re, so outdated, and useless now!

like these???  not my photograph.

These, leftover dreams, like those takeout boxes you have from your leftovers at the restaurants, you take them home, stick it into the fridge and, forget about their existences, until one day, as you, rummage through the fridge, came that STENCH, then, you start, digging into the DEPTH of those slots inside the fridge, and find it…………

These, leftover dreams, we should probably just, throw them out, they’re, NOT fresh anymore, I mean, we can, always, make them up again, can’t we?  After all, they all came out of, our minds, didn’t they?  And, so long as our minds are still, functional, then, making more of them dreams should be, a cinch, isn’t that right???

So, just, throw these, leftover dreams away, they’re, taking up too much space, cramping MY style (as I KNOW I HATE clutters!!!), and, there’s just, NO more extra room here, for them, and, I refuse, to take out a storage unit for all of their sakes!  (Costs money, energy to maintain the storage, etc., etc., etc., etc., you know how the drill goes!)

like leftover foods, it all, goes into the TRASH!!!  Not my photo still…

Cell Phone Screen, a Short Prose

How this marriage is, slowly, falling to pieces, translated…

The new cell phone he got had a screen that’s too large, he couldn’t touch all the keys with just one hand. And because of this, when they’d gone strolling on the streets, he’d often had to let go of her hand, to return the text messages he’d received, but, he’d never let her know who he was texting to.

too tuned in to the electronic devices here, NOT my photograph…

Slowly, she’d begun to feel, that their love was like, the cell phone with the widened screen that he has………too far away, and she’s, almost, out of reach from it now.

So, you’re paying more attention to your cell phone than your wife or girlfriend, and she’d begun to feel, ignored and unimportant to you, and, if you don’t realize this, ASShole, you will, lose that good woman!

what it looks like…NOT my photograph…

Residual Dreams…

These are, the remaining bits and pieces, of a once-fully-developed dream, and now, it’d become, fragmented, incomplete…

Residual dreams, they’re the ones, you still have, but had, casted away, to the back of your mind (like say, your SUB or UNCONSCIOUS, like those suppressed memories???), and never think of again.

Residual dreams, they will, always, lurk behind you, haunt you, and, their “invisible presences” will, be that annoying reminder, of how you used to have a fighting chance, to be better (than you are now???), how you could’ve, changed your own lifepath (rather than, just settling in, into that mediocre life of yours???)…

fragmented, incomplete, and broken!  Not my picture…

Residual dreams, they’d become, haunting to you through the years, and one day, you will, feel, that lost love, from your younger years, come on so very strong, that you can’t, exorcise it from your mind, NO matter how hard you’d, tried to cast it all away!

Residual dreams, they served, NO purpose, they’re, your regrets of what-might-have-beens, had-I-only’s, and, you’d, gotten, too caught up in every single one of your own, residual dreams, you’d ended up, losing MORE time in your already cut-short lives, and, there’s, NO way out for you………

not my artwork…

Residual dreams, stop them, by not ruminating on things that are already, gone, that you can’t, get back again, but you can’t, because, the past, is what you’d, lived off of, and now, it’d begun, to SUCK you dry, a little, each, and every day…

 

These Broken Dreams We’d, Shared

There were, many things, we’d, come to share, this home, this so-called life, these, broken dreams too, don’t forget them!

These broken dreams we’d, shared, became an obstacle to our love. We were, so tied up and bound, by these dreams that were, broken from before we got together, we’d, allowed them, to take over the new life we’d, come to start.

not my sketch…

These broken dreams we’d, shared, they’d become, too difficult, to navigate through, they were like, those hardened stones, barely visible until you’d, tripped on them, which were, hidden, in between, the tall, tall grasses on the pasture of green. These broken dreams we’d, shared, I can’t believe, that I’d let them, last this long, it’s time, I’d, ended them all for good.

But I’d heard you begged and pleaded, for me, to NOT put all these broken dreams, out of their separate and collective, miseries, but, WHY is that, huh? Don’t you know, that these, broken dreams, are NO good to us, that they will, end up, damaging this love we’d kept alive?

These broken dreams we’d shared, ended up, breaking us. We were, drained, little, by little, each, and every day, without ever, noticing their barely noticeable existence, until one day, they’d become, such enormous beasts, threatening our old ways of life………

not my photograph…

Wishing on These Broken Stars…

Wishing on these broken stars, know where that’ll get you? Broken dreams!

Wishing on these broken stars, because they’re, all that’s, available to me, and although, I know, that they ain’t good enough, but hey, beggars cannot be choosers, so, I’ll take what I can get.

not my picture…

Wishing on these broken stars, you get used to, not having your hopes and dreams come true, and, eventually, you’d become, numbed out, because everybody’s let you down too many times already!

Wishing on these broken stars, why? Don’t you know, that the wishes come out broken, as the stars, are already broken themselves? And, how can something that’s broken already, give you something that’s whole???

Wishing on these broken stars, I’d stopped doing that, because I know, that these broken stars, won’t grant me what I want out of this life of mine.

not my picture still…

I had stopped, wishing on these broken stars now, and, just live my life from day to day, enjoying, just living………

 

 

 

When Dreams Were, Made of Scars

not my photograph of a tattoo! 

Call them, nightmare then, if you will!

When dreams were, made of scars, you’ll feel that gnash that’s, originally healed back, start to, bleed again, and, these dreams had, turned, into nightmares that will, plague you throughout your nights, keeping you scared, and restless too!

When dreams were, made of scars, what, can you do, to make sure those scars, don’t ooze back open again? There are things, you must, endured, and weather through, before you finally, heal from them. You will, peel back that UGLY (it is, an EYESORE!!!) scab, and, who wants something that looked so atrocious on her/his body, right???

When dreams were, made of scars, that, is just it, you know??? There’s no way, to turn these scarred dreams, back to just dreams, as, these dreams that were, made of scars had been, broken, put back together, broken, put back together (sounds like abuse, don’t it???) again, and again, and again, and after awhile, the cracks, they just, stayed put!