Midnight Dreams

Hey guys, I saw one of Mr J's students' blogs, (Morgan Johnson's, to be exact), realized I could get custom blog layouts, and went and found one. This one fits even better than the last, and I can't help but say I love it. New posts are on the way, I haven't gone on a hiatus.

World of Dreams - Inspired by an essay by Tina Yu

A blank Slate, so pure so,
Unassuming so,
Lifeless.
I want to pour feeling into it, to create
My own world,
Where solitude and isolation give way to great thoughts,
Where I can breathe the reality of Red and Orange,
A blank Canvas, a blank world.
All I will do is start it.
Just let the rest of the colors bleed into themselves, and
Fill in the rest.



I once said a while back I was writing something called Reach for Glory. It was to be based off of the idea that inspired the original blog title -- Reach for Glory. I never finished it, for some reason, I couldn't write anything worthwhile of it. After changing the name to something that means more to me now, I have.
DreamMares

The sudden crack of Silence
Awakes me from one nightmare only to open up into another.
Every single second spent asleep, suffering of
Dreams.
Every dream is of things unseen, unpossessed, but wanted so dearly.
When all is perfect but,
So short.

There is always the road not taken.
The road left alone.
The road left forgotten.
The road of which I am so unwilling to let go in order to try and jump,
Jump to the next road.

The realization of what I can't have.
Does it end, does dream become reality?
To wake up with my dreams in front of me, to be able to see in reality.
Midnight Dreams.

The Race is.. Lost

Forever running, after this one thing.
So hard to just, stop, to let it all end.
Legs so.. tired. But you can't just stop yet. Not until you win.
But you don't realize how nonchalant this is,
When all you need is right in front of your eyes,
Yet Greed and Ignorance fuel you.
As you run, everything melts away, months pass by and you don't realize it was time to stop,
So,
Long ago, that the Race was.. Lost, you can no longer win.
There is no second chance, no simple way for you to make up what you've left behind.
There never will be; there never was.

I think that one is horrible, yet I'm staying true to my promise that I'd put all things on here, good and bad.

Here is my Biopoem for English. What we had to do was take a character, of Romeo and Juliet, and following a layout, write a poem. This is mine, it's not final.

Tybalt

Rash, Angered, Challenging, Hateful
Relative of Ares, God of War

Lover of his sword, his heritage,
And of challenge letters

Who feels the fiery rage of battle, the cold stench of Death's breath,
And the necessity of rivalry.

Who needs to fight, and to lust for revenge,
Never stopping until the deed is done.

Who fears the fall of the house of Capulet, the restrictions of Escalus,
But not Death.

Who gives everything to the fight, and to the reputation of the name of Capulet,
But he does not give in to defeat.

Who would like to see the fall of Montague, the death of Romeo,
And the everlasting reign of Capulet.

Resident of Hatred and Revenge,

Capulet

Broekn

Inevitably, it breaks.
Never seeing color, only gray.
Slowly, losing it all, into pieces, colorless, pieces
A black hole has opened up and
Nothing is left untouched.
Every part is pulled in twisting it, until I can't recognize myself.