Little Dreams

[Dream Maker]

Hi. Here's some of the stuff I do when classes are out, work's been easy, and I don't feel like a zombie.
If you have any advice, please drop me a PM~~ <3 I welcome any kind of criticism!
Please enjoy.

[Dream Maker]

This one loves the color pink.
They're a dreamer, you might think,
Head in the clouds,
No worries, no doubts.
Life's a rainbow dream,
Marshmallows, peaches and cream.
Y'all giving too many fucks,
Too much drama, not enough hugs.
Why the stress?
Always so pressed.
Not this one though,
Ain't got a worry to show.
♥❤♥

[Dream Maker]

I'd like to put meaning into my every word
But it's actually quite hard to give them any worth
Fake it until you make it
No, it doesn't really work that way
Effort isn't worth shit at the end of the day

Some people are a little kind
If you insult yourself they'll be quick to decline
Hell, maybe it helps boost the ego a little
But I can throw everything at the wall, see what sticks
And all I end up with, at the floor, is some horrendous mix

Put it all in the oven, just say fuck it
Get me that New York Time's Best Seller, like a damn hypocrite
Because lord knows I complain enough about 50 shades
No complaining when I get that movie deal though
All that'll matter then will be the incoming dough

[Dream Maker]

Always sitting in placid contentment
My heart has never truly loved or hated
My soul never sated

Used to nights when no one is present
My hands are weary of whatever they brush upon
As someone who's fearful of the sun

Yet perpetually seeks a shining figment
But never too long, never too much
Really, only the softest touch

[Dream Maker]

My hands build a tower
Slowly going higher
And as stone after stone I gather
My climbing takes me farther

With stars all around me
The goal of my dreams is there to see
Heart overwhelmed with glee
Until the tower crumbles into a pile of debris

I fall and I crash
I break and suddenly I'm trash
My bones too weak to survive something so harsh
I blame myself, was I too rash?

My brain doesn't know and my heart doesn't care
Once healed, my body moves as if unaware
Stones are piled once more without sign of previous wear
I am cursed into this cycle so unfair

A new dream is built on top of the previous one
Always so close to the end but never quite done
Ignoring thoughts I might again be thrown
One more time, I will reach for the sun

[Dream Maker]

Decided to procrastinate on writing today and instead made something summery.