Beautiful poems... beautiful prose
Are these beautiful sentences?
or life sentences....

beautiful words are not said... they are bled...
not heard... they are felt...
not told... they are lived...
not a gift or talent... they are a punishment


if dreaming were a crime,
then waking up is a bigger crime.
if dreams were a crime,
then waking up is the punishment

and sometimes the dream is the punishment!
when we know while we are dreaming that it's a dream
and we're bound to wake up and realize not the dream
but that is was... and nothingness holding us...............
what should we call punishment?
the was... or the not?
she asks with brimming eyes
of the nothingness staring back...
echoing back... mocking... cackling...
she's a 1000 pieces of a puzzle, all the pieces
that can make her whole..............
lost!