I'm writing a form poem but I might not have the syllables equal (I've been frantically digging through synonym finders to find words with more or less syllables) on every line by the deadline! So...you may or may not get a dream poem in form. 

This one is really rather nonsensical and dissolved into a tangent of sorts. Take out of it what you will.

——— 

empty space

i live

in the in-betweens

in the dreams and the diamonds and the

crystal wristwatches,

before time was invented and after it wasn't.

i live

in a one-story skyscraper

on the edge of a sphere

where anything can exist

but nothing does. 

i know more than it is possible to understand.

the universe has no secrets—

everything is there,

stacked on the shelves; just

waiting

for someone to dig it up

but you all have lost your shovels

and video game controllers

won't do.

it doesn't matter anyway. 

the meaning of life is spicy food and skydiving,

and chaos and thunderstorms and

making a mess, life is for

taking, for marathons, for hurricanes,

for stars.

life is not for

something

as perfectly ridiculous as 

dreams;

which (of course) means

life is not for

someone

as perfectly ridiculous as

me.

I like writing them off the top of my head.  It's fun!

Dreaming

Dreams.

Fleeting, memorable,
Beautiful

Dreams.

Looking down
On us like
Birds in the sky

Or the stars
Up in space.

If you reach up and touch one,
You'll see it's sparks
And feel the energy
Coursing through your veins.

And then you'll try
To achieve that dream,
And imagine
How it will feel
To accomplish that dream.

Dreams.

Fleeting, memorable,
Beautiful,

Dreams. 

I'm working on mine! I've been brainstorming verses and I have phrases floating around in my head. I feel like for once I might actually write something worthwhile.

Here's my entry, I would love some critique!

Dreaming with open eyes

i used to look for stars on clear nights

i used to complain that i didn’t want to sleep

and force my eyes open through the yawns

because i preferred dreaming with open eyes

now, i only long to spend a moment unconscious

the clear night sky is tinted with smoke

and i can’t sleep 

i can’t

sleep

i can’t

but i still remember what it feels like to look for stars

i’m not afraid to dream with open eyes

for dreams, the sleep is merely a disguise

i’d like to say i learned to fly on broken wings

i used to be a lark 

i’ve turned a nightingale

but i can fly

i can

fly

i can

if only i believe

i used to see the world in pink and blue

but i refuse to see nothing but shadows

come for me, aim for me

they’re not okay with me, fighting me

i used to dream of being beautiful

but now i only wish i were invincible

for i can bear scars but i can’t bear blood

i can’t

blood

i can’t

but as long as there is night there will be day

i believe in the sunrise i believe in someday

everything crumbles, every home

every heart, every wish, every hope

but not every dream

they can’t explode dreams

they can’t

dreams

they can’t

as long as hearts beat, drums beat, boots beat

i can’t sleep but i can

dream