Dream Supernova


The spoon has long since been bent,
The moldy letters left unsent,
Touching the empty glass on the table,
The cold air makes me feel faint.

Eyes are blurring.

Holding my head in my hands,
Cradling my thoughts gently,
Breathing deep within myself,
Holding onto the shadows.

The memories long forgotten.

Flickers of light from a lighted sparkler,
Feeling a shiver on my hardened skin,
I look up at the hole in the roof,
A broken shelter of my emotions.

It is protected poorly.

Fallen to my knees on the hard floor,
I feel the energy in my fingers,
Holding myself tight,
Closing my head as I bow from the blinding light.

Reality changes.

Paradigms shift beyond past,
Every part of my life surrounds me,
And I draw it in deep within me,
My skin glows white.

Electricity fills the air.

I close my eyes and hear the whispers,
The shine fills my eyes,
Letting my emotion flow,
The world becomes bright.
-Dream Supernova.

Sometimes in life, there are times when one’s perception can change. The world may be the same, but the way it’s viewed by different people is greatly varied. For example, in a picture where there is a man eating an apple underneath the tree, one person may notice how the tree is so big while the man seems so small, or how the man’s face looks as he bites the apple, or how the shadow that is cast by the tree looks like. So many things to look at or view the picture, and perception is about the first thing you see.

That’s why as your moving along in life, you may see the same thing you see everyday in a certain way, like a park with trees, then one day, as your moving along your perception changes and you simply see a fountain within the park surrounded by trees. To me, that happens once in awhile, and it allows me to see the world differently which allows me to contemplate.

As I was walking along a bridge, listening to my ipod and music drowning out all the traffic noise, my senses seemed to change. It was night, the dark cool air was fogged ever so slightly, and as I breathed deep when I got to the top of the bridge, then it occurred to me as I looked straight forward, the world disappeared, and I saw only the bridge itself, I was standing on that bridge representing my life.

I looked down the path and I then noticed the railings of the bridge seeming to enclose around me, and then I thought about my life, which was guarded by railings similar to this bridge, from the darkness outside the path, guiding me along with lights overhead to show me the way in the darkness, in safety. The lights were in one straight line, just like how my life was being guided. It was being guided along one straight line, and then as I breathed deep as I was about to finish crossing the bridge, I looked around me and I realized, that it wasn’t simply just darkness in the void, that there were lights and sounds, it made me also realize that despite the protected guidance, there was always more to just the path I had been given to walk.

That’s when I thought on how many choices were already made for me when I was born, it began with a climb up the steps of life, where when you get there, you realized the path was already set for you, guarded already by railings and brightly lit to show you the way. But now more than ever, I’d like to see the light outside the bridge, to be different.

To be able to know what other options I have in my life. Stepping over those boundaries set to protect me. So many of us have been protected in one way or another in our lives, guided along a certain path, groomed for an ideal that was never ours to begin with. In that ideal, that sought instill in us, but have they allowed us to find out what was it we really wanted? What I wanted?

There is nothing wrong in the set path, it worked for many people, though it probably killed most of their creativity, their ability to choose for themselves. There is a lot of wisdom behind the set paths, because it protects, it nourishes life in its own way. It ensures order. To stray from the path, is a means of falling and most likely disapproval by those around you and especially by the people who have guided you along this path. But in order to fly high, to know what you want to do in life, what you want out of life, to form your own ideals, you have to fall, fall away from the path, jump off that bridge that you’ve been walking for so long, into the shrouded darkness, into the unknown. Until you’ve done that, you will never be able to see what’s beyond the bridge, beyond the railings, beyond the blinding darkness.



Walking on this bridge of my life,
Darkness fills the void around it,
The railings close in on both sides,
Above me are lights guiding me along.

The lights are leading in one straight line.

Close to the end,
I see the descent to the end of the bridge,
I see what was laid out before me,
A ray of light cuts through the darkness from the side.

There is something more than just this.

I see the false sense of security surrounding me,
Shrouded by tales of darkness,
The warnings of beyond the path,
I shut my mind to the conformity.

Challenge it.

Climbing over the railing,
It cuts those who try to pass it,
Others scream in horror trying to stop me,
I step over the other side of it.
The air is so divine.

Breathe deep.

I spread my hands and lift my head high,
Spreading my wings,
I let myself fall,
In order to fly.
-The bridge of life.