Dream little one, see the world just begun

Shoot a dream in your arm
and sleep away

It’s not the stuff that kills you,
that keeps your life at bay
Every crash
pulls you in reach
Of a watershed of signal flares
that cover your beach

These are just placebos
to make us feel all right
Illusions in our pockets make our feather
float us high
For a second I thought I saw you eyelids rise
A moment, something restless caught you by surprise,
Surprise, surprise

We are so beautiful
when we sleep
Hearts of gold and eyes so
deep, deep, deep
But love won’t cure the chaos
And hope won’t hide the loss
And peace is not the heroine
that shouts above the cause
And love is wild for reasons
And hope though short in sight
Might be the only thing that
wakes you by surprise
Surprise, surprise

Dream little one
See the world just begun

Love is wild for reasons
And hope feels short in sight
Might be the only thing that wakes you by surprise
For a moment I thought I saw your eyelids rise

Surprise, surprise, surprise…



*fling yourself onto the bed and sob uncontrollably*

I am sick and unable to sleep because of homework due on the morrow…At this moment in time I just want to crawl under the bed and die.┬áThis time next year. I will be out of school. I will be done with this trial and on to a new one. But whatever it is…it won’t be school…


My boy

My boy

My boy

“If you want to know how your girl will treat you after marriage, just listen to her talking to her little brother. If you want to know how a a fellow will treat you after marriage, just listen to him talking to his big sister.”

Sorry ladies. He is too young for you. ­čśë

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Someday hopefully. I will have a house. Someday hopefully I will have children. In this house before it is filled with children I will make a secret room. It will be a play house with painting all over the walls and kids books on the floor. There will be christmas lights all around, and a poorly boarded up window. The way to get in to this room will be by going though a wardrobe. I will fill the wardrobe with coats and natural cleaning supplies and it will look normal. But there will be a little handle in the back of the wardrobe that will open up into this room when unlocked. I will keep it free of mice and I will not tell my kids about it. One day I will read out loud from Narnia. If they are anything like I am they will try to find Narnia. One day while they are exploring they will find the little handle. But the door will be locked. If they are anything like me they will find a screw driver and pry it open. When they get inside of this play room it will look as if it has been there for ages and ages. If they are anything like me they will clean it up and make a home of it. They will light the lights and un board the window. It will be called Rean (ree-an). And the adventures that will happen in Rean will be the stuff of legends.

This has been a dream of mine since I was 8-years-old. Even if I live in a trailer this will happen somehow. If I can’t do this for my own children, I will do this for my grandchildren. ┬áIf not them, my great-grandchildren.