Saturday, April 5, 2008


I nightmared
My own funeral
And the words
Here lies a boy
Who dreamed dreams
But never lived
Here lies a man
Who only saw
One side of the hill
A dreamer crushed by reality
Broken ribs
Broken heart
I woke up
With the taste of dirt in my mouth


PV said...

Short and to the point. Really sticks in your mind. I like it

Anonymous said...

A very nice poem.

noelia ~ said...

"A dreamer crushed by reality"

that happens all the time.

short and sweet, just like i like 'em

The Girl in the Other Room said...

"Who dreamed dreams
But never lived"

that part really got to me; it's been happening a lot lately.

beautiful poem...and thanks for commenting on my blog...


word = speaking/singing
(word) = whispering/echo
[word] = stern voice/screaming