Drowning in everything I never wanted
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Dreams
Can you ever dream
sleeping in a place where you never wake
conscious oblivion,
standing in a moment you can’t take
I wonder, peacefully breathing, no screaming
as peaceful blue waters pull me down
is this wish that just won’t break
as my pride throws me around
hopeless or hopeful,
desiring nothing more than breath
to feel myself believe again
and find a way to need,
as my thoughts become like faded memory
in the second I lose my faith
Can I succeed, find what I see
or is my life a figment drowning me in ecstasy
Living a Dream
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Creative Writing, Dreams, Spiritual
Once,
before I learned to doubt
I was free
Beyond the constraints of reality
And living in the substance of imagination
I was
Simply defined
A true spirit who did not know
How far my world would allow me to travel
Before finding myself, simply unique
No one
Understood
The deep passion in my breath
The heartfelt charity I would never regret
Yet I was simply me, an individual living his dream
Never stop trying
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Defiant, Dreams
I tried,
Again and again
Harder
Than ever
More feverishly than before
I pushed myself
Beyond my limit
Past the point of no return
And yet I did not stop
My heart
Everything from skin to soul
The very fiber of me
Was trying
To believe in something
No one else could see
Even my breath
Deep and constant
Fueled my urge
To move forward
To define a world
That could never be
More inspiring
Losing Definition
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Defiant, Dreams, Spiritual
I lost myself, not entirely
But as if I was without function
My life resembling a locked doorway
or perhaps a key
But never both, simple one or the other
I was always so
Some viewers failed to realize I was a puzzle
That my edges fit into another
Because they had never seen my partner
nor even knew someone else could match me so well
I was the cup
Designed to hold something
So securely
Yet never finding enough to fill me
I was simply cracked and the essence left me too quickly
I was a lit candle
So futile in nature
As I sat afloat in a sea of despair
That gave me so many reflections to ponder upon
Yet no one would see the direction I was moving
I could be complete, yes with hope
Perhaps someone could fix me,
To give me enough love that I could function as intended
They could hold me, broken and unloved
and make me feel as if I had a purpose
If one soul could reach me, touch my broken soul
I would be amazing
My light would inspire
Allow them to see something worth loving
because without them, I will never function
I told you
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Dreams, Friendship, Romantic
I told you, without a moment of hesitation or reluctance
that I,
I love you
I told you, with a feeling of simple pride and creative inspiration
that I,
I believe in you
I told you, as if I was a child playing in the woods and I had just met you
that I,
I would like to be your friend
I told you, if you were an angel and I was standing beneath your light
that I,
I see something great in you
I told you, the moment I found you
that I,
I was never lost once you were in my life
I told you, on every day for the rest of my life
that I,
I am better for having known you
My Dreams
Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume One, Daily thoughts, Dreams, Spiritual
My Dreams
Midnight screaming
I lost it tonight
Firefight dreaming
Eyes closed in fright
Shadows gleaming
Tapping on the wall
My mind’s gleaning
Nightmares down the hall
Hurt and alone
No one can hear
Is this a home
Why is no one near