A Dream Within
Into the Depths We Dive
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There is no point in being fair The sides are off the scale. They rule themselves with power and blood Though their pools of each run dry So new people are bought With the tempt of things to come With the promise that the world is fair And a new day has begun. The innocent are bought and sold The way they have always been. So live and learn and get your share. There is no point in being fair. *************************************** You will never know me You will never look my way Even if we chance to meet There will be no words to say You will never know the fears I hide Or the heartbeats in my chest You would probably walk right by Just like all the rest. But my heart flutters every time I think I’ve caught a glimpse My toes go numb and my mouth can’t speak And my words no longer make sense. I don’t hide and try to seek I don’t follow you around I only look when given a chance. Then my gaze looses you in the crowd. *************************************** Never understanding All the truths of why Never really knowing Why you had to die Your time with me felt so short There was no time to live To share your full existence To give all you had to give Did you live your life The way you hoped you would? Did you accomplish all the things You always said you should? I hope I made you happy And you had no regrets I will love you forever And I will never forget. **************************** Right now I feel as thought I walk through life alone No one hold my hand Or helps me where I go It seems to me that I Have been stranded out to sea With no wind to fill my sails What will become of me But I would rather be On my own tonight Than have someone beside me Who only tells me lies I would rather be alone And watch the world fade away Than give one more minute to you And to the truth you have betrayed Clocks have all stopped ticking The hands no longer swing But minutes seem to still fly by In my new reality In this life we see ourselves Sometimes in the worst light But through the storm we all much learn And we all must try to fight *************************************** Belonging to another crowd Only to see, I’ve been pushed out I can never find my place Among the people of my fate I want to hold on to make them stay But my hands are too weak as they slip away Why do I have no home One true place to call my own There are no friends along my path Only acquaintances that never last I could be an angel unseen To be one to help you dream I would hold a hand so tight All would know things shall be alright But I don’t belong here any more I still wonder what wasted time is for. ************************************** Time so slowly Spins away I wish I could Break through this haze I feel so trapped And all alone I wish to find Where I belong No one here Can understand The reasons why I need hand To lift me up To help me see My prison now Is my reality Barred myself up From the inside To hide from the ones Who look to find…..me
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Have you ever picked up a book, and found that the words found within were the same words that you also felt? As I wrote this book, I poured my heart and soul into each line, probably revealing to much about what I feel. But, I wanted each of you to know that you are not alone in the feelings you experience. At points in this book you will find flaws and mistakes, but I purposely left those within because I know that I am not perfect nor should my book be. "Reality is things as they are"
About the Author
Hey, I'm Danielle but some people also call me Rachael. Either will do. I am a "jane of all trades" I suppose you could say. I love to experience new things, just recently I auditioned for the local theater. I love to scuba dive, and study martial arts. I love reading and writing, singing, and being creative. I have a collection of swords, and I enjoy working on anything mechanical. If I don't know how to do it, then I will probably give it atleast one shot to see if I can. I also love to be around people, talking and listening. I suppose that because of my attraction to listening to people, I draw inspiration for writing from many of the people I encounter. Perhaps if one day we meet, I can write a poem or novel about you as well.