Nightmares are only reverse dreams,
And ghosts are merely shadows.
Memories are just vivid streams,
Of self-perceptioned scenes.
Dreams are only reverse nightmares,
And shadows are merely ghosts.
Memories are the eyes which stare,
Deep down into our souls.
Phantoms haunt, and memories hurt;
And nightmares destroy dreams….
While time ticks on and on: inert,
To what we tell ourselves.
K. Aldaya, 9/25/16
Picture: Scene Capture from “Pretty Little Liars”; http://www.afterellen.com/tv/209853-pretty-little-liars-recap-4-19-shadow-play/3
No matter what I do. Nothing ever changes.
The world changes around me,
While I while away the hours;
And my life becomes a memory,
Of some graveyard in the country.
No matter what choices I make. I am here.
I cannot change how I feel.
What experience has taught me.
My version of what is real…
If real means anything at all.
No matter what I try to change. It is.
I cannot save anyone.
We all live, die, and are forgotten.
Does fate exist and pull everyone…
Into that field of gravestones connecting reality?
K. Aldaya, 9/24/16
Picture: Cabot Village Cemetery, Vermont; http://www.cabothistory.com/cabot-s-seven-cemeteries
Here I am just like a child,
Again I feel the pain.
Our hearts are just too wild,
To be contained.
They feel too deep…
Feel too much;
They pull us to and fro.
Hearts recall, and with such…
Fervor and fire!
The past we wish to forget,
Yet our hearts beat to the echoes,
Of pasts filled with regret,
And pointless suffering.
Our hearts always remember,
And the body never forgets.
A persevering, igneous ember,
Left from the fires of youth.
K. Aldaya, 9/22/16
Picture: Originally posted on Tumblr by twerkingtothebaxterbuilding; https://giphy.com/gifs/fire-hand-flame-83QhSF6YdWGIM
I know I’m not the only one who stares out at the stars,
And wishes their alien kin would come and take them off to Venus or Mars;
Or some unknown world beyond our scope of understanding,
Where their heart exhales and gravitates-in for a landing.
A planet so very far away in space and time,
Where long ago they were accepted and life was sublime.
A world where they were understood and didn’t feel like a freak;
Among their kind where they never needed words to speak.
Maybe the water is neon pink and the dirt a vibrant green,
And trees in every shade of light, glow and illume the scene.
No matter what the eyes see or how beautiful it may seem,
The world now only exists in their minds as they dream.
I know I’m not the only one who stares out into space,
And wonders why they don’t feel like they belong to the human race.
K. Aldaya, 9/19/16
Picture: By Anna Ristuccia on Flickr. https://www.flickr.com/photos/annaristuccia/4391530854/; http://weheartit.com/entry/group/534427