I’m back once again for the gazillionth time. But this isn’t a poem my friends, this is a rhyme. It flows, up your nose, and slithers into your mind, so kick back, relax and just, try to unwind.

So it’s been awhile, yes, this much is true. So I’m going to quickly recap, tell you what’s new. 

I have a girlfriend, Her name is.. confidential. But as you know, I find love to be essential.

This Beautiful girl has given me options in life. She’s surgically removed all of the pain and the strife.

This hopeless romantic, has finally got some hope. And I’ve made a decision to stop acting like a dope!

I’d go back and forth between these girls all the time. Givin em’ my attention, pretending things were fine.

I’d waste the day away ignoring all of the signs, ‘cause to me, things were goin great inside my mind.

but how dumb was I. I wasted all that time with my head hanging out up in the sky. But I couldn’t help but try…

But I’m new and improved, baby! Can you not tell things have been great for me lately? I’m Eli, Minus the crazy.

now how, should I end this little rhyme? How ‘bout,  the clever route, just end it on a dime. yep, yeah that’s fine…

Now I go to Soulless Hollow. Where I do not lead, I simply follow. Where you must look past its innocent veil, or else your skin will grow cold and pale. Where you lie awake inside your bed at night, Wishing that someone will come and just might, Rescue you from this evil blight. Now I go to Soulless Hollow, Where I pray I’ll see tomorrow… 

The battle is over, But I cannot retreat… For My enemy is fierce, the elite of the elite… My enemy’s gaze is infinite, reaching far and wide. Pointing out the things.. That I’m trying to hide… My enemy is ruthless, revealing the secrets my heart contains. Stripping away the good, So that only the bad remains. My enemy is cold, The master of frost. My enemy is Myself.. And I.. Have lost…

I am a hopeless romantic… I see your grace and mystique… And I become entranced in your beauty…

And in my hopeless romanticism… I grow more and more intrigued by you…

I hunger for more of your lovely demeanor… I lie awake at night thinking of you… wishing I could call you mine…

Each day I am blessed by your presence.. Even if its in the smallest of ways…

As I speak my words of passion to you… you confuse me… by complimenting my passionate nature.. but reject it in the subtlest of ways…

I wait.. but without patience.. I am eager for more.. to finally be able to call you mine…

You tell me that you do not want anyone… and do not need romance… and I believed you…

And now I am alone… I add the latest rejection to my collection of tragedy…

I wish I could say that I would be entranced once more… but instead.. something strange has happened…

That feeling is still there… even after this cruel heartbreak…

I justify my reason to stay your friend.. even though I still am filled with overwhelming feelings for you…

And now I am in a limbo of sorts… I have been shunned by your beauty… but I remain a witness to your lovely presence…

I have lost my way… I question my infatuation with love… If the female mystique is so pure.. so kind… 

Then why am I constantly hurt by it?

What happens when a hopeless romantic… loses hope?  

A wise man once said that humanity has the ability to be greater than their suffering.

Humanity overcomes fear, crisis, tragedy, and war.. Time and time again they prove to the stars that their is still hope for them.

They are strong… yet flawed… but still they persevere through the pain and suffering of the human experience…

But if all humans have the ability to overcome their suffering… 

What am I?

Fear conquers me, Love sweeps me away only to me slammed back down to earth…

I do not overcome suffering… suffering overcomes me…

That moment when we meet.. when I see your beautiful face, and hear your magnificent voice.. 

That night spent thinking of you.. realizing how special you are.. hoping for something more between us.. in time…

Those months learning more about you.. enjoying our friendship, and anxiously awaiting that moment when we become more than friends…

That moment when I realize that My good friend who I admire and respect… has stolen you away from me… right under My nose… and strangely… I can’t bring myself to hate him for it…

That night spent crying.. for the first time in years.. wishing that I knew what to do next…

That moment when I feel like I can handle it… That I can overcome my sadness and move on…

That moment… when we meet again… and I realize just how unforgettable you are…

My final revelation is this… as long as you are in My life… I can not move on… and to be honest…

I don’t want to…

I lay awake… Thinking of you… Wondering if it could be different for us…  Wondering if things will ever change… and feeling the cold sadness when I realize that we will most likely never be…

These things… These misadventures of the human soul… they make me dislike this bitter world we live in…

I wish I could stay in the world of dreams.. A world where our wildest wonders are possible.. Where our fantasies are accessible.. Where our best ideas are realized… Where our biggest regrets.. Are fixable… Where the one thing we want to happen… Can happen…

But instead we live in this cold.. bitter world.. where there is hate, greed, and broken hearts… 

I’d rather dream…

My heart stays strong for you…

You are My friend, yet you should be much more.

As I brave My heartache, I think of you… You are the cause of My lovely insomnia..

I want you to be mine.. but instead you choose him.. I try to hate him, but instead when I think of him… I can only see a good friend… who won…

My heart is swept up in a whirlwind of passion, regret, sadness, and loneliness…

No matter what I do to convince myself… I still need you..

No matter what I do.. I will think fondly of you. 

I am forever alone… But I guess that’s how it goes… who knows..   

Do you wish to see the future? 

Because I think I have an idea of what it will be…

One day we will have cityscapes of gold. They will be vast, yet have the warmth and welcoming feeling of a small town.

People of all sorts will walk the streets. But instead of hate or indifference emanating from these citizens of paradise, there will only be love and joy.

There will be no mayor. There will be no goverment. Only people living in perfect harmony with eachother.

There will be no law. Because we will already know what to do.

There will be no cars, cell phones, game systems, fast food, or fancy clothing. For we will not need them.

This sounds bitter sweet to be sure. But once this future is realised. all these things will not matter…

What is this future called? I think you know… I also think you know who to thank for this future…

This future will not come soon… but when the present weakens you, think of this future as a beacon of hope for the lost and the weak.

Paradise awaits… 

What is it to dream?

There are so many things to dream of. So many things that inspire a dream.

You might dream of a favorite treat. You might dream of something you wish you had but don’t.

You might even dream of something bizzare and out of the ordinary.

For me I dream of what could be. When I dream, It becomes like a memory. I dream of whats to come.

I dream… of her.

But why do I dream of her? She invades my dreams in the most pleasent of ways.

When I dream of her, we are always together. We dance, we sing, we love.

If only dreams were more than just dreams…