My life placed on a hierarchy,
Sticks placed by my family,
Stitches carved inside nightly,
Am I really just that homely,
Or maybe I'm just outside of categorized,
In a realm, a world, classicly stale,

My coma of reality, my blazing ego,
Permanence of failing, a red glow,

My pleasure can't be shared,
It is something so few have felt,
Procrastination of a church bell,
Gratifying the simple minded on bail,
Is this what it is like chasing dreams,
In a place, so much pain, a losing race,

My chains tightly placed, my 'crazy ace,'
Permanently trace, another crude stain,

My voice is in riddles, words are hard to place,
Stammering out samples of wisdom in haste,
Do they think it is simple, hiding this hate,
I should replace the brittle with shame,
Why does my life always feel like it is on repeat,
Like crimson, faded black and blue, combined with indigo...

I like the reference to "my blazing ego"
This is another colorful addition to your Dreams series.
Thanks Fear

I can really relate to the way you express yourself
and the experiences you are trying to express
you have a very intuitive command of language...I especially liked
"My voice is in riddles, words are hard to place,
Stammering out samples of wisdom in haste, "
most of what you say is pretty well-conceived
and even-better arranged
great job!

Nice write

Thanks for the compliments, much appreciated as they always are.

i am enjoying the "dreams"...each in their own way

agreeing with k...
a sequence of gems.

Cheers! I actually really wanted this sequence of poems to be as perfect as possible. Just realized I'm missing one color, violet. So these are not finished yet, one more coming.