The dreamer never-knowing
The dreamer never lies
The dreamer never prospers
With eternal broken eyes

With fractaline geographies
With crystal land and stair
With moon a thousand times a clone
It pays to stop and stare

It melodizes heart strings, oh,
It whispers mind and touch
It cradles her and ferries her
To havens such and such

To plains of love and losing love
To gardens made of life
To lies that scare her half to death
The dreamer sleeps the knife

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So the songbird dreams of simplicity...so the caged bird dreams of life...

Free from the worries of social encounters...I am also freed from those same things. I shall not knows the pains; nor shall I know the treasures.

Never shall I be desired...ever shall I see desire. Always craving what one cannot have; for time scrapes away at your benefits.

The grass is always greener on the other side, they say...I know it is not. But I know, I -know-...that I would prefer to suffer from knowing...than to be blissfully ignorant...

Ignorance is blissful torture...

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Not trying to grab pity for my computer problem, I'm fine with that. I'm just depressed right now, and Anzel feels the same.

Poetry is best written with a heavy heart, for the ink bleeds out much more easily <3 (basically, it's easier for me, at least, to write poetry when something is troubling me, or has already troubled me, and i'm recovering)

I'm stunned that I was able to write that. My eyes are kind-of blurry from crying, lol...well, my right eye is. (i deleted that entry, no need to discuss the subject matter x.x )

EDIT: Feeling a little better now, even though my dad will come home anytime now and claim the computer for many hours...*sighs*...