Living Dreams

Life’s not what it seems,
We forget what hides
Beneath the surface:

The world that floats atop of Dreams
And the things we paint inside our heads
With colors unexpressed.

And the colors
Shine but it’s not all we see,
Strokes of love and fear,
Joy and sorrows.

And the sorrows,
Becomes the lies that light up the dark
And it’s all we begin to see until everything’s
A mess and it becomes a reason to dream.

And the Dream
That crystalized in our teens
Upon the thin layer of our eyes
Like an empty piece of glass
Stops us from seeing the rest.

Life’s not what it seems,
Let me dream,
Let me dream.



By St. Peter

Flesh and muscle will catch fire

And the water that drowns the

My heart will boil into

sweat that steams off my body

seeping through the cracks

Howling a shattering cry.


My aching bones will snap

And crack under the

Crushing pressure

Until my body wants

To surrender.


And when the demons

come to take me

I will fight until I am broken

And press on until

The fires ignite me fade

Into whispering ashes.

God Of Glass

God of Glass

By St. Peter

I miss you, I

wanted to see your face,

Look into your eyes and

Hope to see you


I wanted to whisper

So that you could hear

My dreams, my voice,

And I could tell you



I am all alone,

No one is here

But the white glass

That stares back at me.


As I stare into your eyes

I wish you could see

Me dream a vision

That never left my mind.


I am all alone,

But the white glass

Shone me you


If I could reach you

Through this glass

and share a touch

But I know what’s true

And it is not you


As I stare all alone,

Into this glass screen.