The Dreamers Movement
Biography of The Dreamers Movement
Is it the heart that carries the dream, or the dream that carries the heart? Can anyone really know?
I am me....that is true, but some (well most) of you don't know me so I guess I can tell you about me.....a little bit at least...
I believe that we all have a little art and poetry hidden inside of us and sometimes it is hard to get it out... this happens to me all the time....my friend Fallen Too Far (you should go and check out her poems...amazing! I know shameless plug....hehehe) agree on this, there are so many things that I long to say that will probably never get out of my head for the world to see and even if and when they do no one else seems to understand what I am trying to say......Neways! ! Lol! !
I love God first and foremost. He has brought me through so much and I can never thank Him enough! I love my family (my brother Stephen Beam is on here too!) and friends, they are all the world to me, if I didn't have them, well I don't know what I would do. I love music, it is so inspiring to me, I love art, literature and photography......pretty much anything that can inspire people! I hope you enjoy my poetry, its pretty much little pieces of me that I reluctantly share with the world!
The Dreamers Movement Poems
Make Sense: My Head
There is sometimes a silence That is not to be contained I keep my distance trying not To scare you away
Hate (So Long)
most likely I would end up at the bottom
You know that song Nobody likes me Everybody hates me I guess I'll go eat worms
Hollywood: The Pains Of Beauty
In this place called Hollywood Images are everything Smoke and lights
Reality: Check Yourself
Reality is Ugly Like the evil inside
Know Not: Backstabber
on these dark cloudy days I sit and think about life but try not to think about all the could have beens
The Sun Went Out
My sun went out today And never came back to me Left me for a prettier place to shine A better place to be
Words: Pour Out
They say words mean so much That they can heal or destroy All that I have ever felt is Destroyed by words
Illusions of sleep May bring dreams For awhile But reality will soon
Originality died today In the arms of Those who believe In conformity
They Don'T Know Me
Rephrase the statement so that we won’t be offended with the truth about the things that we are doing. Lets pass our eyes over the fact that we're living in sin The things that once mattered that saved you will be deadened numbed to the point of no recognition where we will lose sight of the fact that all this actually had meaning that all we were