Poetry competition CLOSED 27th September 2012 10:03pm
WINNER
AlwaysCaliban (Caliban)
AlwaysCaliban (Caliban)
RUNNER-UP:
Indie
Dream
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem about any dream you have had asleep.
The dream world is a very interesting place.
Write a poem about one of your dreams and take me into your world.
Nightmares count as dreams.
Obviously no collabs
2 entry limit
Old or new does not matter
No word limit
Write a poem about one of your dreams and take me into your world.
Nightmares count as dreams.
Obviously no collabs
2 entry limit
Old or new does not matter
No word limit
On Hushed Mornings
Blue sighs on hushed mornings when birds are silent
no hum vibrates through the earth as energies fade
trees shy away from the emptiness within her eyes
understanding falls by the wayside and floats into dust
She holds out her empty palm looking for something
as a single raindrop falls into the centre of her feeling
moving slowly along the line of her thought out maybe
until it too falls and disappears into the soft earth below
Her words ran away so far that she could not breathe
they bled from her heart she could not be without them
beating slower now where passion is stolen by the wind
taken to where she does not move from the push given
She wonders if she has wings she can no longer carry
a voice whispers in her ear "you are going to die soon"
she is shown the played out images through Angel tears
and through another's eyes she sees the lost fragrances
Her soul becomes light as she is caught between beauty
that shimmers in warm rays like soft crystal reflections
catching the glint of Angel tears that rest upon her cheeks
awakening from dreams in blue sighs on a hushed morning
(sorry, I went over the limit)
Secret Pleasures
A world of purity,
Our minds scarcely so.
Bodies behind bodies,
Hands upon chests,
Lips to neck-
Without sounds,
Moans of bliss.
Red and puffy-
Sinfully harsh.
Gyration and words-
Lost to passion.
Sighs to my hips,
Bound to the bed,
Soft and rough,
Two hands I love.
Lust runs ragged,
Harsh and tough-
Of man and women,
Upon whom I crush.
Lacking innocent desire.
Fevers I'll never have.
Secret Pleasures
A world of purity,
Our minds scarcely so.
Bodies behind bodies,
Hands upon chests,
Lips to neck-
Without sounds,
Moans of bliss.
Red and puffy-
Sinfully harsh.
Gyration and words-
Lost to passion.
Sighs to my hips,
Bound to the bed,
Soft and rough,
Two hands I love.
Lust runs ragged,
Harsh and tough-
Of man and women,
Upon whom I crush.
Lacking innocent desire.
Fevers I'll never have.
My dream
I dreamt I was at the glade again
A meadow by the sea
Where flowers dance in lazy glee
When lighted by the sun
I dreamt that the butterflies
were flying all around me
Touching my face with their wings
They felt like fairy dust
I dreamt my mother was sitting
On a park bench under a tree
Flowers all around her
Birds twittering
She smiled and waved
a thing she never did to me
I ran to her, so happy
When I hear the bell ring
I sighed and got up from the bed
Its an every-day again.
I dreamt I was at the glade again
A meadow by the sea
Where flowers dance in lazy glee
When lighted by the sun
I dreamt that the butterflies
were flying all around me
Touching my face with their wings
They felt like fairy dust
I dreamt my mother was sitting
On a park bench under a tree
Flowers all around her
Birds twittering
She smiled and waved
a thing she never did to me
I ran to her, so happy
When I hear the bell ring
I sighed and got up from the bed
Its an every-day again.
- Visionary Circle -
Based on a dream I had on Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Just last eve I fell in weary slumber, silently.
And from the realm of dreams my soul fled,
Journeying into the realms of the visionary…
Where the world of the living meets the dead.
There, my soul took the form of a little girl…
And I wandered in green fields, feeling free!
The clouds above were white as palest pearl,
And the sky was the bluest anyone could see.
At my side was the sister I never had in life…
Who walked with me across a true paradise!
Together we were complete, free from strife,
But this was not Heaven, and I was not wise.
To a town we came, which was all in ruins…
Though inhabited by people who lived there.
It sprawled on the side of marshes and fens,
Of which I had a mind to carefully beware…
And so we ventured to a small tavern house.
Therein we sipped pomegranate juice red…
Redder than the color of my peasant blouse!
So red, that it so seemed the juice had bled.
My sister hugged me and then we changed:
I became a teenage girl, instead of a child…
As my sister, the child she was so remained.
I was older, but still my heart was very mild!
An evil-seeming man watched us as we sat,
Dark glasses obscuring his eyes that gazed…
He was old and listened well as we did chat.
His manner was vile, and he seemed dazed!
I told my sister we needed to leave at once,
And so we departed, fleeing the ruined town.
We ran back across the fields, faster thence,
Than we had walked without even a frown…
When we knew not that evil people existed.
And soon we came to a grassy hilltop stark,
Atop which a circle of ruins ever persisted…
Waiting like a watcher, for one to thus hark!
As we approached the circle of old stones…
My sister vanished and I knew a true terror.
For within that circle, I spied piles of bones,
And I knew the completeness of our error…
For on a throne of silvery rock was a being.
Human he seemed, and in form as an angel,
Beautiful and elfin, his eyes all things seeing!
He sang to me, and his song was like a bell.
Release my sister and let me go from here…
This I said to him, my voice ringing so loud!
And in my voice, I did not betray my fear…
For I faced a demon, and one fallen proud.
He then sang these words unto me, humble:
“I have not the power to keep her from you.
She waits for you, where thunders rumble…
Where the skies are eternal, and ever blue!
I have not the power to keep you prisoner.
Go forth from this place that is my domain,
And soar high, beholding your true sister…
Whose power it is to ease a person’s pain.”
And then I was lifted up into the heavens…
The hilltop seeming small and the sky large!
I heard my sister singing, with joy as stems,
From a heart given to it, some holy charge.
She was now an adult woman, as was I…
We wore gowns of purest white, gleaming.
Sibling spirits dancing across an azure sky!
This vision awaited me beyond dreaming…
We sang and danced smiling with such joy,
That I felt enchanted by the power of song.
But the skies grew dark, like the mad toy…
Of some hand seeking to do peace wrong.
My sister’s song was shrieking; mine also!
And all around us were wraithlike ghosts…
Carried so, wherever the wind might blow.
Though we would not become their hosts!
We clasped hands and were children again.
The circle was complete, our souls reborn…
Playing on green fields, knowing not of sin.
Whilst the sun beckoned the coming morn!
I heard doves and felt a sense of true ease.
Though the terrible spirits I had just beheld,
Haunted me within, for inner demons tease.
I dismissed them for now, and then I knelt,
Before she whose joy had saved my soul…
From becoming lost with the howling wind.
Her laughter was clearer than a bell’s toll…
And on that note did my dream at last end.
Based on a dream I had on Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Just last eve I fell in weary slumber, silently.
And from the realm of dreams my soul fled,
Journeying into the realms of the visionary…
Where the world of the living meets the dead.
There, my soul took the form of a little girl…
And I wandered in green fields, feeling free!
The clouds above were white as palest pearl,
And the sky was the bluest anyone could see.
At my side was the sister I never had in life…
Who walked with me across a true paradise!
Together we were complete, free from strife,
But this was not Heaven, and I was not wise.
To a town we came, which was all in ruins…
Though inhabited by people who lived there.
It sprawled on the side of marshes and fens,
Of which I had a mind to carefully beware…
And so we ventured to a small tavern house.
Therein we sipped pomegranate juice red…
Redder than the color of my peasant blouse!
So red, that it so seemed the juice had bled.
My sister hugged me and then we changed:
I became a teenage girl, instead of a child…
As my sister, the child she was so remained.
I was older, but still my heart was very mild!
An evil-seeming man watched us as we sat,
Dark glasses obscuring his eyes that gazed…
He was old and listened well as we did chat.
His manner was vile, and he seemed dazed!
I told my sister we needed to leave at once,
And so we departed, fleeing the ruined town.
We ran back across the fields, faster thence,
Than we had walked without even a frown…
When we knew not that evil people existed.
And soon we came to a grassy hilltop stark,
Atop which a circle of ruins ever persisted…
Waiting like a watcher, for one to thus hark!
As we approached the circle of old stones…
My sister vanished and I knew a true terror.
For within that circle, I spied piles of bones,
And I knew the completeness of our error…
For on a throne of silvery rock was a being.
Human he seemed, and in form as an angel,
Beautiful and elfin, his eyes all things seeing!
He sang to me, and his song was like a bell.
Release my sister and let me go from here…
This I said to him, my voice ringing so loud!
And in my voice, I did not betray my fear…
For I faced a demon, and one fallen proud.
He then sang these words unto me, humble:
“I have not the power to keep her from you.
She waits for you, where thunders rumble…
Where the skies are eternal, and ever blue!
I have not the power to keep you prisoner.
Go forth from this place that is my domain,
And soar high, beholding your true sister…
Whose power it is to ease a person’s pain.”
And then I was lifted up into the heavens…
The hilltop seeming small and the sky large!
I heard my sister singing, with joy as stems,
From a heart given to it, some holy charge.
She was now an adult woman, as was I…
We wore gowns of purest white, gleaming.
Sibling spirits dancing across an azure sky!
This vision awaited me beyond dreaming…
We sang and danced smiling with such joy,
That I felt enchanted by the power of song.
But the skies grew dark, like the mad toy…
Of some hand seeking to do peace wrong.
My sister’s song was shrieking; mine also!
And all around us were wraithlike ghosts…
Carried so, wherever the wind might blow.
Though we would not become their hosts!
We clasped hands and were children again.
The circle was complete, our souls reborn…
Playing on green fields, knowing not of sin.
Whilst the sun beckoned the coming morn!
I heard doves and felt a sense of true ease.
Though the terrible spirits I had just beheld,
Haunted me within, for inner demons tease.
I dismissed them for now, and then I knelt,
Before she whose joy had saved my soul…
From becoming lost with the howling wind.
Her laughter was clearer than a bell’s toll…
And on that note did my dream at last end.
- Three Fates in Xibalba -
Based on a dream I had on June 17, 2010
Prologue: City of the Dead…
In a dreamlike state so far removed from waking toils…
I found myself in some alien world’s cold, snaking coils.
Within a bazaar, amidst a large renaissance-style city…
I was sitting at a table chatting with people I know not.
Yet familiar were they to me, and so quick to feel pity,
That it seemed as if we had some kinship in our thought.
A woman walked up to me, she most strangely attired,
In a gold metallic looking jumpsuit and jet-black beret.
She was captain of an airship, and with me conspired,
To seek entry into a floating palace on that special day!
Down a dark tunnel she led me to the airship’s docks,
Past places where people were being hung on stocks.
Shadowy beings punished them with sharp scourges…
And from such torments no soul ever wholly emerges!
Ignoring this sight, I followed the lady captain along…
Whilst she began to whistle: a hauntingly familiar song.
Part One: The Floating Palace…
Through the sky we sailed above the domes far below,
Seeing old buildings, with their high and pointed spires.
Before us was a palace floating as the winds will blow,
The object of our quest, its’ torches bright as hot fires.
We landed the ship on a balcony plated all with gold…
I went ahead into the building, where the air was cold.
Within: were glass display cases from wall unto wall…
Decorating the most large and grandly ceremonial hall.
Each case held treasures from various ages and times,
As from the ceiling hung ancient-looking wind chimes.
Serpent-like designs on pillars that rose to the arches,
That formed the supports of the domed ceiling so tall…
Reminded me of vines as clinging to old dying larches,
Which seemed to remind me of one’s capacity to fall.
The residents of the palace seemed utterly enthralled…
By: their own treasures, making me entirely appalled.
The residents of the palace tried to bribe me so well,
That lesser men: would be tempted by the fine things.
I, however, knew that greed was a pathway to Hell…
And so I refused them, and all the treasures of kings.
Finally, three old women wearing masks finely gilded,
Designed like sunbursts with women’s faces etched…
Came into the chamber in ragged robes, like wilted,
Withered and dying flowers with long arms stretched.
They opened a chest shaped like a big black dragon,
Removing a crystal ball that resembled a tiger’s eye.
Holding it before them, they seemed at last to see…
Blind they were just before, to my nearby company.
“You, child of a goddess and sister to the living dawn!
To spurn the finery of ages, you are an insane soul…
You who prefer fleeting love, to gold we can spawn!
What you seek is not here, for the Fates to control.”
And so they chased me through the ancient palace…
Their wicked claws slashing, at the flesh of my arms!
Hulking, misshapen creatures, masks on each face…
Were summoned up from Hell, by sorcery’s charms.
I ran back to the balcony, as the airship was leaving,
Forcing me to jump off, unto the craft’s high balloon.
I climbed an attached rope down to the ship railing…
And I finally was safe, but perhaps did rest too soon!
For from the floating palace came blasts of hot flame,
Which crashed into the airship, each blast the same…
Like meteors of fire, causing the ship to plummet fast.
The captain jumped first, and I foolishly jumped last.
We landed in a river that split part of the city ground,
As I struck out on my own: seeking the way around.
I was lost in streets and alleys that had no real end…
Until I emerged into a plaza where I met not a friend.
Part Two: The River of Death…
The demons of the Three Fates had come down here,
Endless in number they possessed an aura of fear…
I ran to escape them, and left the city through a gate,
Coming swiftly to a cavern near a deep, frozen lake.
Three little girls all: familiar to me made me feel worry,
For they wanted to pass through the cave in a hurry!
They each asked me to escort them thus in their turn,
Whilst behind us the demons made the old city burn.
I heard the Three Fates mocking me as they arrived…
“Do you not know, those girls are facets of yourself?
Parts of your soul long buried, that always so strived,
For you to accept them, not leave them on the shelf.
Like old books that contain knowledge, long forgot,
They beg to be remembered, now they are caught!”
And so, one by one, I escorted my buried halves…
Through that dark watery cavern: on wooden rafts.
The first child I led through the pale, frozen tunnel…
Was from a bygone time in looks as well as manner.
I beheld images on the crystalline walls in a huddle…
From past lives that I lived that struck like a hammer,
Upon my memory, until we got over to the other side.
The girl vanished, and I had to go back for the next…
Who wore clothing of this era in which she did abide.
The walls showed me images of the present context,
Which bothered me the least, of the visions I beheld.
This girl too vanished, and I returned for the last one,
Who was pale white: dressed in silver gown and belt.
The walls showed images of angels, in blue fire spun,
As they fell from the heavens, having lost their battle.
I was amongst them, and tried to block out the sight,
As helpless before old suffering and terror, as cattle…
But I could not: thusly I fell to my knees out of fright!
Suddenly, the airship captain came back to help out,
She grabbed my arm and led me from fear and doubt.
I led the final child to her destination and she vanished,
But now the demons were behind me, never banished!
The Three Fates were with them, cackling ever loudly…
Longing to take me away to some dark hellish eternity,
Yet unable to harm me, and so I heard them cry aloud:
“Before you is the river of Xibalba in the underworld…
The living cannot ever cross it so do not be so proud!”
But on the wooden raft, down the river I was hurtled,
The airship captain paddled the raft, speeding us along,
Singing at the top of her lungs, the same familiar song.
Never had it been so welcome as now it had seemed,
Causing the roof of the cavern to crumble just ahead…
So that sunlight shone down and so warmly it beamed,
That I awoke in safety from that domain of pure dread.
Tri Fortuna, Tri Semita...
Preteritus, Tendo, Infinitio!
Quis exspecto in posterus?
Scisco Tri Fortuna, scisco Hecate.
Based on a dream I had on June 17, 2010
Prologue: City of the Dead…
In a dreamlike state so far removed from waking toils…
I found myself in some alien world’s cold, snaking coils.
Within a bazaar, amidst a large renaissance-style city…
I was sitting at a table chatting with people I know not.
Yet familiar were they to me, and so quick to feel pity,
That it seemed as if we had some kinship in our thought.
A woman walked up to me, she most strangely attired,
In a gold metallic looking jumpsuit and jet-black beret.
She was captain of an airship, and with me conspired,
To seek entry into a floating palace on that special day!
Down a dark tunnel she led me to the airship’s docks,
Past places where people were being hung on stocks.
Shadowy beings punished them with sharp scourges…
And from such torments no soul ever wholly emerges!
Ignoring this sight, I followed the lady captain along…
Whilst she began to whistle: a hauntingly familiar song.
Part One: The Floating Palace…
Through the sky we sailed above the domes far below,
Seeing old buildings, with their high and pointed spires.
Before us was a palace floating as the winds will blow,
The object of our quest, its’ torches bright as hot fires.
We landed the ship on a balcony plated all with gold…
I went ahead into the building, where the air was cold.
Within: were glass display cases from wall unto wall…
Decorating the most large and grandly ceremonial hall.
Each case held treasures from various ages and times,
As from the ceiling hung ancient-looking wind chimes.
Serpent-like designs on pillars that rose to the arches,
That formed the supports of the domed ceiling so tall…
Reminded me of vines as clinging to old dying larches,
Which seemed to remind me of one’s capacity to fall.
The residents of the palace seemed utterly enthralled…
By: their own treasures, making me entirely appalled.
The residents of the palace tried to bribe me so well,
That lesser men: would be tempted by the fine things.
I, however, knew that greed was a pathway to Hell…
And so I refused them, and all the treasures of kings.
Finally, three old women wearing masks finely gilded,
Designed like sunbursts with women’s faces etched…
Came into the chamber in ragged robes, like wilted,
Withered and dying flowers with long arms stretched.
They opened a chest shaped like a big black dragon,
Removing a crystal ball that resembled a tiger’s eye.
Holding it before them, they seemed at last to see…
Blind they were just before, to my nearby company.
“You, child of a goddess and sister to the living dawn!
To spurn the finery of ages, you are an insane soul…
You who prefer fleeting love, to gold we can spawn!
What you seek is not here, for the Fates to control.”
And so they chased me through the ancient palace…
Their wicked claws slashing, at the flesh of my arms!
Hulking, misshapen creatures, masks on each face…
Were summoned up from Hell, by sorcery’s charms.
I ran back to the balcony, as the airship was leaving,
Forcing me to jump off, unto the craft’s high balloon.
I climbed an attached rope down to the ship railing…
And I finally was safe, but perhaps did rest too soon!
For from the floating palace came blasts of hot flame,
Which crashed into the airship, each blast the same…
Like meteors of fire, causing the ship to plummet fast.
The captain jumped first, and I foolishly jumped last.
We landed in a river that split part of the city ground,
As I struck out on my own: seeking the way around.
I was lost in streets and alleys that had no real end…
Until I emerged into a plaza where I met not a friend.
Part Two: The River of Death…
The demons of the Three Fates had come down here,
Endless in number they possessed an aura of fear…
I ran to escape them, and left the city through a gate,
Coming swiftly to a cavern near a deep, frozen lake.
Three little girls all: familiar to me made me feel worry,
For they wanted to pass through the cave in a hurry!
They each asked me to escort them thus in their turn,
Whilst behind us the demons made the old city burn.
I heard the Three Fates mocking me as they arrived…
“Do you not know, those girls are facets of yourself?
Parts of your soul long buried, that always so strived,
For you to accept them, not leave them on the shelf.
Like old books that contain knowledge, long forgot,
They beg to be remembered, now they are caught!”
And so, one by one, I escorted my buried halves…
Through that dark watery cavern: on wooden rafts.
The first child I led through the pale, frozen tunnel…
Was from a bygone time in looks as well as manner.
I beheld images on the crystalline walls in a huddle…
From past lives that I lived that struck like a hammer,
Upon my memory, until we got over to the other side.
The girl vanished, and I had to go back for the next…
Who wore clothing of this era in which she did abide.
The walls showed me images of the present context,
Which bothered me the least, of the visions I beheld.
This girl too vanished, and I returned for the last one,
Who was pale white: dressed in silver gown and belt.
The walls showed images of angels, in blue fire spun,
As they fell from the heavens, having lost their battle.
I was amongst them, and tried to block out the sight,
As helpless before old suffering and terror, as cattle…
But I could not: thusly I fell to my knees out of fright!
Suddenly, the airship captain came back to help out,
She grabbed my arm and led me from fear and doubt.
I led the final child to her destination and she vanished,
But now the demons were behind me, never banished!
The Three Fates were with them, cackling ever loudly…
Longing to take me away to some dark hellish eternity,
Yet unable to harm me, and so I heard them cry aloud:
“Before you is the river of Xibalba in the underworld…
The living cannot ever cross it so do not be so proud!”
But on the wooden raft, down the river I was hurtled,
The airship captain paddled the raft, speeding us along,
Singing at the top of her lungs, the same familiar song.
Never had it been so welcome as now it had seemed,
Causing the roof of the cavern to crumble just ahead…
So that sunlight shone down and so warmly it beamed,
That I awoke in safety from that domain of pure dread.
Tri Fortuna, Tri Semita...
Preteritus, Tendo, Infinitio!
Quis exspecto in posterus?
Scisco Tri Fortuna, scisco Hecate.
A Dream Of Mine
I had a dream of bursting colors
And they all went off
With a Shatter! next to me
Their explosions sent rivulets
Down my neck and across my arms
But I didn't mind
Their color filled me
With pain and desire
They colored me in
And made me feel whole
I was so at peace
I forgot the real world
And I let myself become
The rainbow of unknown colors...
I had a dream of bursting colors
And they all went off
With a Shatter! next to me
Their explosions sent rivulets
Down my neck and across my arms
But I didn't mind
Their color filled me
With pain and desire
They colored me in
And made me feel whole
I was so at peace
I forgot the real world
And I let myself become
The rainbow of unknown colors...
Dreamless
Colorless, my dreams have been
Plaguing me with ennui,
Where there used to be a density
of multi-hued fabrications
My curiosity is begging me,
Though my slumber does not abide me.
Leaving my mind frustratingly empty,
As I lay my head on my pillow.
I used to dream of a distant world,
Where wonder was as plentiful as air.
I could fly on the currents of imagination,
drifting placidly on creativity.
Every time I closed my eyes,
I would slip into this secret pleasure.
Adventure tantalizingly before me,
Coaxing me to come and play.
I would ardently await my sleeping hour,
Eagerly urging the dream to continue.
To gratify my desire to flee,
the world around me too constricting.
But now I find this dream land hopelessly barren.
Charred and diseased beyond recognition.
My sanctuary destroyed by an unknown entity.
Ravaging my only salvation ruthlessly.
I walk through the ruins cautiously,
Distraught by the haunting echo of my thoughts
lonely and reverberating in the empty land,
where I used to wade in pools of knowledge.
It is then when I see the monsters.
They are nameless in their iniquity,
soiling the beauty of of my refuge
Ripping apart the earth with greedy talons.
They manifest dark emotions.
Thoughts of despair, malevolence, and regret,
spreading throughout my dreamworld,
Casting me into nightmare.
Despite myself I scream out in fear,
shocked and heartbroken at their trespass.
I desperately try to awaken myself,
But am laden down with a vice-like horror.
The beasts are alerted to my presence,
and they began to hunt me.
I frantically try to hide,
But I can smell their festering decay.
They bear down on me,
And I find myself hopeless to their onslaught.
Terror paralyzes me as they close in,
Rendering me vulnerable.
They tear into me,
Shredding me as I give a strangled cry,
Feasting upon me mercilessly,
Devouring my conscience.
They strip me to the bone,
All thoughts of happiness, love, and hope,
feasted upon by their powerful jaws.
I'm helpless to the ripping apart of my soul.
Finally they consume me.
All that is left is an empty shell,
A breeding ground for malignant emotion.
Hatred, misery and resentment,
rebuilding my frame into a blackened and twisted being.
I no longer know the pleasures of nightfall.
I stay locked in my nightmare,
tainting all that I touch,
reveling in the destruction of beauty.
I long lost all hope of escaping,
and dwell in my annihilated kingdom.
Leaching all the light out of this world,
Embracing the evil that I have become.
Colorless, my dreams have been
Plaguing me with ennui,
Where there used to be a density
of multi-hued fabrications
My curiosity is begging me,
Though my slumber does not abide me.
Leaving my mind frustratingly empty,
As I lay my head on my pillow.
I used to dream of a distant world,
Where wonder was as plentiful as air.
I could fly on the currents of imagination,
drifting placidly on creativity.
Every time I closed my eyes,
I would slip into this secret pleasure.
Adventure tantalizingly before me,
Coaxing me to come and play.
I would ardently await my sleeping hour,
Eagerly urging the dream to continue.
To gratify my desire to flee,
the world around me too constricting.
But now I find this dream land hopelessly barren.
Charred and diseased beyond recognition.
My sanctuary destroyed by an unknown entity.
Ravaging my only salvation ruthlessly.
I walk through the ruins cautiously,
Distraught by the haunting echo of my thoughts
lonely and reverberating in the empty land,
where I used to wade in pools of knowledge.
It is then when I see the monsters.
They are nameless in their iniquity,
soiling the beauty of of my refuge
Ripping apart the earth with greedy talons.
They manifest dark emotions.
Thoughts of despair, malevolence, and regret,
spreading throughout my dreamworld,
Casting me into nightmare.
Despite myself I scream out in fear,
shocked and heartbroken at their trespass.
I desperately try to awaken myself,
But am laden down with a vice-like horror.
The beasts are alerted to my presence,
and they began to hunt me.
I frantically try to hide,
But I can smell their festering decay.
They bear down on me,
And I find myself hopeless to their onslaught.
Terror paralyzes me as they close in,
Rendering me vulnerable.
They tear into me,
Shredding me as I give a strangled cry,
Feasting upon me mercilessly,
Devouring my conscience.
They strip me to the bone,
All thoughts of happiness, love, and hope,
feasted upon by their powerful jaws.
I'm helpless to the ripping apart of my soul.
Finally they consume me.
All that is left is an empty shell,
A breeding ground for malignant emotion.
Hatred, misery and resentment,
rebuilding my frame into a blackened and twisted being.
I no longer know the pleasures of nightfall.
I stay locked in my nightmare,
tainting all that I touch,
reveling in the destruction of beauty.
I long lost all hope of escaping,
and dwell in my annihilated kingdom.
Leaching all the light out of this world,
Embracing the evil that I have become.
I knew I wouldn't regret changing it. 
dream
i was the dream traped bweteen worlds
no dead or alive,i was at peace without food
or water
my selfless state did not have desires,pain
or anger,i was it/the unknown,the meaning was
nothingness,i was not limited by time or space
i was beyond being
only to find out that
it was nothing but
a dream
i was the dream traped bweteen worlds
no dead or alive,i was at peace without food
or water
my selfless state did not have desires,pain
or anger,i was it/the unknown,the meaning was
nothingness,i was not limited by time or space
i was beyond being
only to find out that
it was nothing but
a dream
