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Glass is beautiful, it shines from all corners when any light touches it, it can beam to lead and illuminate. Becoming glass brings success.


I want to become glass, but how?


A grain of sand. It starts it’s life surrounded by millions of others. Surrounded by all of the thoughts and dreams, now realizing itself what it wants to become. It wants to be great, it wants to go further, it wants to shine.


A single grain with a burning ambition wades it’s way through the desert, it travels far and wide working it’s hardest. It reaches the surface only to see as far as from the east to the west and from the north to the south – all is the same.


Blue, sadness and anxiety seeping through from all angles like rain drops crashing. The splashes throw it around like waves throwing fisherman across the lake.


The storm has set and each grain is unsettled, being upset and violent in a desert of clones. Knowing this full well our friend falls, he wants his time in the sun but where does he even start. There is too many in this world.


The storm rages on in his mind.


He sits down and looks at a reflection and hears the words burning;


‘Here I stand, not by choice, but by the way made by me. The ones that could also be here outnumber the sands of the Sahara.


‘However they will never be born, they will never know because none of them believe they can. All I know is that they are wrong. Among these are great ones greater than us, who are on the front line of this world, how dare we suppress these individuals.


‘Let them burn brighter than the sun.’


The storm grows, the eye draws near.


Now I understand, now I know. I, as tiny grain of sand going through all of this, must now go through the pain. I must be scorched and burned. I must be thrown in the fire and I must go through all the pain and suffering.


I am at peace with this.


When sand goes through all of this, when it goes through stress day by day and has it’s soul scorched and burned what happens?


It changes form and becomes glass.


That little grain of sand has now, after it’s hard work and all the trials he has had to go through, has achieved the goal.


Realize; glass doesn’t form without having gone through hell first.


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Do not copy this. © Copyright Michael Williams 2016

– Michael.


Beware the Dreamer.

Hey everyone!

Well, this year has defiantly been a roller coaster, I mean you start working full time and suddenly it’s almost October – where did the year go!?

In any case I hope this post finds you all well. If there is one thing that I have learned over the last 8 months is never let go of your dreams, don’t let anyone dictate your life and tell you it has to be lived a certain way.

I wrote this probably when I was 17, sitting in my new flat that I was so proud of and stuck in a state of mind that lead me to think of everything that was, will be or that could be – I really hope you enjoy this one.


Beware the dreamer~


On a sunset she rides

Bearing on the edge of my mind. Lingering in the corner of my eye.

But when I turn to see,

No one is there and Im still standing alone.

Trees whisper her name,

But I still can’t make out who she is

She dances in the memories

Like leaves floating after great winds

I knew her once

A lifetime ago

When things were clear in my head

The memory taunts me and it’s left with me wanting to know

Why would the raven cut off his wings?

Why would a fish swim without scales?

And what makes the day miss the rain so.

But now, Im beginning to forget her, But my soul cannot it knows her too well. I am the dreamer that long awaits,

The return of one who knows my fate.

Psychic links where how I know her,

I knew what she was wearing just by thinking while hearing her voice.

Not a hard guess, she was sitting the left side of her bed on a slight diagonal.

She wasn’t scared. She was glad that I could see her in my mind at least. For it was more than she could do. She sees me all the time, but it’s her memory that looks on, she’s caged away in the clasp of an evil wolf. The wolf angers when she doesn’t do what she is told. But a toast to he who keeps warm with natures help. His sanity has been taken by her. She knows this.


Creative Writing



Now he leads his life in solitude as he longs to remember,

Forgetting the touches of reality. Loosing himself among paper flowers. Distracting himself away from what he is truly good at, his passion. His mind has been taken away, like a thief in the night.

He used to believe that he was meant for great.

But doing what he has always wanted to do now seems only second rate.

Touching the side of my mind she comes back in

Swaying from edge to edge, and back again.


Seeing her again would only register as an illusion. For I have lost all sense of touch, thinking maybe it was all in my thoughts while I slept. This anonymous creature who impacts so much on such a fragile brain Probably feels the same. But only deep inside, showing any of this would cause destruction, But how can a man resist such sweet, gentle seduction? As sublime as a the rainbow touches the endless sky, All that is in me will say that I, and the dreamer will re unite one day,

In a calm peaceful place marred by the sensation of death, but it will come to pass, that I’ll be there ready to say, all the questions that have been building up over the past, until today. The point was to live a great life and not travel.

But leaving for the southern lands, would change the life of this content man, Many a day he would spend with one of the greatest friends. Building and musing themselves with the little things around the neighbourhood. They grew to be working men. Keeping in touch, but never being as close as when. The days of youth.

These days the mind is clouded. With addictions and bad habits abroad. Trading his life for the one he had when he was young, Who knows what he could have become. But to look back on life while you’re still alive is not wise, If you do not learn from your past, not far away will be your demise.

As she returns, once again. Time has passed from beginning to the end. And still much is the same. The days are short and there is much to do. Just don’t be like me and give up your soul to amuse,

The dreamer will come to haunt you.


Thank you for reading this!

Questions? Email me at: myimaginariumblog@gmail.com

Do not copy this. © Copyright Michael Williams 2015

– Michael.