Dreaming Dangerously

André, 34yrs, DMV -> Chi-Town. Poet. Blerd. BIG DREAM

[dredreamer]

Poetic Dreams

Listen to Poetic Dreams on Spotify. I'm André Ravone! Prince George's County, Maryland native poet. I write poetry covering a wide range of topics. Some simple, some intricate. I hope that you will enjoy taking a journey with me through my mind, heart, soul and sometimes through a fictional lens.

I’ve finally started converting some of my poetry to spoken word. It’s been a long time coming but it is well worth the wait I assure you. You can stream on anchor, Spotify, Google Podcasts, Apple Podcasts, Deezer and many other platforms. I thank all who choose to tune in and decide to share my words. This is only the beginning of something larger. Also, a huge thanks to those who have been following my journey for years upon years to this point. I really appreciate the compliments, kindness and support!

[dredreamer]

I love everyone of every mental status, race, religion, sex and sexual orientation. We're all humans.

[nuroful]

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[dredreamer]

Why are you so fine?

I got it from my momma! 😊

[somerandomg33k]

Asking for help

My friend Johanna hates asking, but can anyone give her money to feed her and her kiddo.

Give if you can. Sharing helps.

P-yP-l: paypal.me/Sephirajo

C@sh@pp: $Sephirajo

Ko-Fi: http://ko-fi.com/sephirajo Her begging bowl: https://www.tumblr.com/sephirajo/778563147328094208/i-need-90-for-my-electric-bill-120-for-my?source=share

[thelastpoethhb]

Im back, I suppose

Hey Everyone!

I am The Last Poet (tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@thelastpoet_hhb its on 18+ so if you're not logged in you won't see it)

I used to be VERY heavy on this app. I even met my abusive ex on here. Good times.

Anyway, I heard mutual aid is really booming here and that's why I have shown up. I am currently raising money for three people right now:

Cori (she/they) - Houseless, black, trans, chronically ill verify on tiktok (@/coripaw_)

Ca:$Jadynn2319 (note Cori) Vmo: Coreyfunds Pp:Coreypuppo Ko-fi:coripaww

Basil - in Northern Gaza (can I say Gaza on here?). verify him via instagram (@basilmjaber) https://gofund.me/2c5575eb

Sapphire (He/they) - Houseless, black, trans, disabled verify on tiktok (@/sapphicsapphy)

Gofundme Link Sapphire Linktr.ee with paylinks

I don't really know what to do with this platform anymore but I will figure that out over the next few weeks. Please drop some advice on how to best use the app below

[dredreamer]

Haven't been on here in a while lol

[dredreamer]

I'm most familiar with colors of sadness.

I want to experience the purples and golds.

People tell me the ways I can have it,

but all I hear is stories of old.

Every day my life is dark and gray,

deeper with hues of blue in view,

all of my brightness just wastes away,

in need of a light to make it through.

Many being mean for the green,

just to be acknowledged by the white.

It's almost like they become a machine,

so it appears that I am who's not functioning right.

[dredreamer]

"I love these black girls with natural hair who keep up with their tumblrs."

   - “Break(All of the Lights)”, Childish Gambino

[dredreamer]

Follow me on Snap and Insta

Snapchat: Dre_Dreamer

IG: DreDreamer_

[dredreamer]

Bye, Bye Tumblr!

I used to spend hours

scrolling my timeline.

Mostly just nerdy pop-

culture and fine dimes.

This blog was the only

place where I would

post my poetry.

Some months I wrote

over forty when my

mind state and

relationship started

becoming unhealthy.

Over the years

my post volume

has dwindled.

So many friendships

and hardships I've

kindled.

The thread I held

onto for so long

is wearing on the

spindle.

Too bad this site,

cannot get me to

stay, and I will not

be swindled.

I definitely enjoyed

my stay. Wish I

could, but the new

rules have pushed

me away.

What I actually

return for will

no longer be on

display.

I know that there

are other places

and sites that

welcome nudity,

but people were

able to express

themselves in

a very special way.

In the end I do find

exploitation of

minors intolerable,

so the gesture of

coming down hard

on those who produce

and seek it is quite

honorable.

Getting rid of

lewds and illegal

nudes is very

comprehensible,

but getting rid of

all of the nude

content is utterly

indefensible.

Of course in a few

hours it will be

gone without a trace.

Many people hastly

scrambling to find

a new place.

I may have seen some

retreating back to

Myspace.

In my opinion,

that is a social-

media disgrace.

I have my zip files

packed with the

hundreds of poems

I have posted.

Some of them never

to be read again,

some have been wasted.

I do not have to

leave at all,

something I clearly

already know, but the

reason why I stayed

for so long is going

away, so it is time

for me to go also.

[dredreamer]

From the Eyes of the Author

See this woman and talk for a while

Love her smile and sense of style.

Her aroma brings a pleasant scent to the air.

Tattoo of a crown on her wrist.

A real Queen I am admist.

She has the kinkiest locs in her hair.

A few of the tips dyed blonde.

Something I imagine in my favorite songs.

Her personality is vintage.

Figure is slightly curvy but petite.

We have quite a difference in age.

Not visible enough to be critiqued.

Her relationship status is complicated.

Not currently with the last person that she dated.

Non-seeking until further notice.

Has kids too so she's focused.

No, I don't have a chance with her.

A woman with kids is something I don't prefer.

Platonic.

Love to flirt.

Way I see it through my optics

Couldn't possibly hurt.

Seeing this woman really brings me joy.

She's a grown woman and I'm just a boy.

We don't have any love connection.

Can't a man fantasize though?!

Could hold onto my perception,

She doesn't have to even know.

I tell her everything about me,

Except all of these things that I see.

[dredreamer]

Something stupid I wrote after watching Game of Thrones

Left my post for a while, but now I'm back on the Night's Watch. Boys been acting scared like you missin' somethin' in your crotch. Theon Greyjoy boy, you ain't Iron Born! Winter is coming and you can't escape the storm. Got the hounds on the hunt, try to run if you want. Got Ramsay in the cut, turning cocks into cunts. Sneak that Prince Joffrey in your coffee if you attempt to off me. Staying away from the wights 'cause my fit is all black. Try to attack me and I'll send them Dothrakis! We get it in like the Thenns put your ribs on a rack! Wildlings wilding wielding weapons with the women who are wild things. From Dorne to the Wall, until the snow drops down and falls. All five seas mutha fucka, all five seas, I got them! I see it all like Brann Brann three eyed raven is my name. Took Winterfell like Jon was gone, made it mine to claim. End up like Robb you'll be deceased if you try to siege. Had 3 dragons but I lost one so I stopped braggin'. Still spit fire cause only 1 is required for expansion. A man of many faces see me in different places I'll leave your whole family faceless. Arya ready with the needle, finna put you in stitches. My girl a dancer lookin like Sansa prettier than all of your bitches. I know you can't relate so when you hear this I'll have Missandei to help me translate. Often walkin' with a limp like an imp whosa pimp. Run the fade with the banana shaped blade if you mistake me for a chimp.

I got the whole city standing they're cheering for their King's landing. Keep your little fingers off my chalice. I might go down to Mereen to build myself a new palace.

[dredreamer]

Feels like I spent my last 10 years out in space. I must be frozen in place. Every step that I take has been at a very slow pace. Starting with several hurdles at the start of the race. Lonely infertile turtle only thing I have is my carapace. Still I’m getting grown, soon to be out of a home if that’s even what I should call this place. My parents are tired of my face. See me as a disgrace. Probably wishing I was gone of existence without a trace. Pen skills still fill lines I write with landfills even when I feel right these bars will still be erased. Send me out to die in space.

[dredreamer]

Passion

noun

1.strong and barely controllable emotion.

What’s yours?

What passions are in fashion?

Do you aspire to work in corporate America?

Do you want to be an artist?

Erykah isn’t known by doo.

The Weeknd makes money everyday of the week.

Will you do what you want to?

Will you refuse to be meek?

What will you go through?

What type of path do you seek?

I don’t know what my passion is for.

I like writing creatively.

I like to sing.

I like to tell jokes.

I like to observe people.

I like to bowl.

I like to be imaginative.

How do I bring those things together?

How do I make those things a career?

How do I get over my fears?

I just don’t think I’m good enough at the things I like.

That’s why I feel as though I’m not passionate about them.

I tiptoe around the thoughts in my mind,

Like I practice prancing,

I’m able to stop myself from advancing.

[dredreamer]

Changing

Everything around me. 

It’s all changing.

Everything except me.

Like everything has left me.

Stuck in the same place.

The last time I called it suspension.

Except there is no suspense in this.

Just a little horrifying.

The part of me that wants to move is undying,

Most of me would rather watch life through the eyes of others.

I want to survey what people find so exciting about it,

Why people want to be sisters, brothers, fathers and mothers.

So much is happening these days.

There are actual human beings living in homes, cages and alleyways. 

Millions still living far from development.

Living uncivilized while I cry about my civilized life.

Currency doesn’t mean anything to them.

Some probably believe that disease can be healed by a witch doctor.

I’m unable, unstable, mentally incapable.

Wondering which doctor do I need to see. 

While they chase big cats from carrying off their meals,

I’m chasing cats because that’s the only thing I like to feel.

I changed.

Is that something that doesn’t need to be explained?

Is it just the way that things are arranged.

Why was I born into this?

Why do people think its right?

Why do I feel like I have it all wrong?

Humanity has changed.

Most of it.

It’s weirdly arranged.

People living in Beverly Hills.

People living in the wilderness on hills.

I’m just watching the change.

Hoping to stay sane.

Hoping that my mind heals.

Everything is changing.

[dredreamer]

Still The Same. . .

Almost a whole year has passed and I haven’t accomplished a single goal. I wanted to get my driver’s license, haven’t yet. Wanted to start taking courses again, didn’t enroll. Also I planned on trying to kick start some what of a musical career. Was hoping to finally start challenging myself to move on. No progress.

What have I done? Well, here’s a list: I gained back 40 of the 55lbs that I lost last year through stress eating and lack of motivation to get back in the gym, I’m trying to put an end to a toxic situationship, and I don’t have any friends because I’ve become much more of a recluse. Things that I didn’t want to do. I feel like I’m giving up on life again.

This will be the umpteenth time that I have went into a depressive state in 13 years. Recently, I had a moment where I very angrily told my father that I wanted to commit suicide for years while we were arguing. He never knew. None of my family really knew. 

In that moment, I feel like I really messed up. I blew my cover. I’ve curtained my mental health for so long that I didn’t consider what would happen if people were to know of it. My father wants me to seek counselling and although he won’t say it, I can tell that he feels upset about it. I feel like I alienated him by not telling him that I had those issues and by putting partial blame on his alcoholism. Yes, that being in my upbringing had a large impact on why I was depressed when I was a teenager but most of my depression came from me literally hating myself. 

I’m unsure if I will seek a therapist, counselor or psychiatrist but I do wish that I could change things when it comes to being a pessimist and having a terrible self esteem. Some days I do dislike being frozen in the same position but I have no motivation to change things. Honestly I don’t know what it’s like to have a drive to thrive. Life doesn’t seem like such a special thing to me. The longer I live the more monotonous it becomes. Many try to quell that repetitive sequence by travelling, meeting new people, and being adventurous but that isn’t fulfilling for me. It will fade the moment I have to go back to my reality which is the reality of a 25 year old turning 26 in a month who lives with his father, doesn’t have a car, has a low paying job, no college degrees or certification for a career, no drive or ambition and a possible depressive disorder.