we are most alive in dreams: Archive

we are most alive in dreams

January 2011

32 posts

the man inside the monster

my suit, pressed casually, starched and bleached white, shirt buttoned, to my neck- the tie, black as night, double windsor and stretched like a noose carefully around the windpipe, that pushes words through your ears, watch them settle like bodies, in the streets- the streets, i’ve named for myself: self loathing careless sadistic manic ignorant just for me, to walk down, when my spirits...

Do you feel that fear Like childhood, of not-enough? The hum of a bus in your Head, going somewhere, (You hope) and what if You’re out of quarters? Do you see black cats And broken mirrors in An empty screen? Tell me, (I know you do, I know the Real demons have white- Light faces that stare and When you pause you’re stricken With fear that the gears might Jam and break.)...

'recents' and 'still to come'

i’ve been doing some collaborations with this amazing writer and two of them can be found here and here. check them out. i will also be doing a collaboration with sleepy sigh which should be up sometime tomorrow. thank you for reading everyone. -the dreamer

“My childhood was elegant homes, tree lined streets, the milkman, building...”

– David Lynch

civil unrest and burial plots

sand and streets, sport dots, streaks, smears of crimson as batons and fires rage through buildings, skulls and knuckles meeting votes and voices- barter family heirlooms to buy a spot, up on the hill four should do, one for me and for you alice and johnny too- we’ll dig away the sands and bury the children first god only knows, what we have done, to them, without even knowing- three...

losing my touch

i’m not writing as much as i used to. i’ve all but abandon the power animal project. i rarely have anyone to talk to about anything. i have no support from my family. i guess to be a good writer you need all of these things. you need to write constantly and keep at projects that have goals and purposes. there needs to be a social life for the writer so new ideas constantly bounce...

“All social change comes from the passion of individuals.”

– Margaret Mead

an afternoon rephrase(d)

completion of a moment, wrapped tightly in time, and out, of packaging twine and brown paper- we waste time on gifts forgetting entirely that we are in the midst of one Because life is a gift in of itself And just sharing someone’s presence Should be the only presents that we require But our perceptions twisted By our lack of insight Everyone should know not to Look a gift horse in...

another chapter: a small piece of me

it’s been, almost two months since a bus took me from the hands of a dream, to the clutches of a nightmare- thrust back into uncertainty, like stumbling, through an unfamiliar, dark room around broken furniture and, failed attempts at an opportunity i live in the past, today, because i miss that dream, more than anything- my breath rising, from my chapped lips into sun filled air as i...

i have faltered, it seems. faltered along lines i have created subconsciously for myself to walk along a tightrope of memories, both remembered and forgotten inside the ribbons of my mind it falters more than i’d like, it seems, like walking in cement- fear sickens the soul, and i have never been more afraid today yesterday last week than i have ever been scared that my well, has dried...

mendezleandro-deactivated201106 asked: the vast
perhaps
in the two
sides of
any story
is always
at hand
the truth is
what we make
with it
aint it not?
a poet shows
his way
but there
are many
different,
as any body
can say

Anonymous asked: i mean actual people and blogs both.

another blank screen staring me in the face i am a curtain stuffed between memories i had hoped to forget and nothing seems as it should feel, since i’ve been home to see the conviction in the eyes of a loved one when their words turn to smoke before eyes wet with tears a veil a curtain ready to pierce, what they think should be said- i’ve had nothing before, and i’ll have it...

Anonymous asked: Have you got any Tumblr crushes?

Anonymous asked: That night, just before I fell asleep, I felt that familiar little pang of missing you. What came as a shock was how light it felt, as though I didn't miss you nearly as much as I had, say, even the week before. The next morning when I woke up

i’ve tried to sit down and write the past few days in a row and i can’t seem to find anything worth while. it’s hard. it sucks. i think there is something wrong with me.

thecleveresttitle asked: what has happened to the easy warmth
that we used to revel in,
nights spent with lingering lips
and resonating heartbeats

where did it go,
what did i do to push you off
and push you away,
what did i do wrong

what did i do?

mendezleandro-deactivated201106 asked: as awake I am
i never know
when im sleeping
or im awake
reality becomes a dream
and a dream reality
under control
i find her
with a cig
'tween her lips
combat boots
leather jacket
white tanktop
and little jean shorts
"Reptilia"
in my head
her eyes with
attitude

smoke screened mirrored close, to faces we seldom see hidden behind masks, and staring death, in the face with smirked smiles- spider webbed amass under false, democratic conversed word play, between eyes locked and actions mocked amongst the dead skin floating, the glassy nails burrowing, deep through another ocean blue. relax muscles and hair as another door clicks shut, and, the air lifts...

aspiring-asshole-deactivated201 asked: together
you can open up your hands
in which carries your heart (the same heart I too carry deep in my heart)
and let the bleeding feelings from your heart
run feelings on your sleeve to wear (as I wear my feelings on my sleeve, painted on my face, inked into my skin)
you can let yourself
love me
love us
together
i can hold your hands...

mrgoshcantlaugh asked: dream.
dream of me when I lay next to you last.
memory, thats my name.
disease, thats my love
No, dont get up.
the dawn is too bright for romantics.
hopeless, hopeless,
but thats what you love.
still the sillhouette in my doorway,
still the regret in my heart.
still the last thing I want to see.
keep my eyes shut,

where do you go when you don't feel welcome in...

Anonymous asked: When were you happiest?
What was your most embarrassing moment?
Aside from property, what's the most expensive thing youve bought?
Where would you like to live?
If you could bring something extinct back to life, what would you choose?
What would be your fancy dress costume of choice?
What is your guiltiest pleasure?
What do you owe your...

shadows a sleeping wonder, cornered into secrets and worlds of sleep- as we dream, sleek and hardened by royalty, and a pampered sense -a heightened sense of things, both reborn and to come- love sick and drunk, under tables whispered fables, among a lapsed consciousness to weakened to please another with no cause so steer clear of claws and fur standing on end- with blood lust eyes dark and...

let’s make a pact let’s join our hands, after a healthy slice across the palm as the blood runs freely between our fingers, to join with the earth and the roots and rocks under our feet- let us be resolute, in finding ourselves among the masses- between, wires and connections lost amongst emails and tweets and comments and likes and posts and videos and pictures- let us be resolute,...

let’s make a pact let’s join our hands, after a healthy slice across the palm as the blood runs freely between our fingers, to join with the earth and the roots and rocks under our feet- let us be resolute, in finding ourselves among the masses- between, wires and connections lost amongst emails and tweets and comments and likes and posts and videos and pictures- let us be resolute,...

a happy new year

well i guess it’s 2011 now. i don’t really know what else to say other than that. i have been spending some time away from writing (as you might have noticed, for this i apologize) and a apart of me has enjoyed my time away from the written word and the stresses that come with it. i have had the chance to clear my mind and get to a place, mentally, that i can exist wholly. anyways. i...