Your Nighmare

Blood In A Box...


Blood poor from your fingers
You haven't a clue why

Shaking as it puddles up on the floor
You see something rise from the blood

A box that wasn't truely a box
With silver sides and a black scorched lid

A stone on the top just big enough to fit
Moons and stars cover the top

You reach for it hoping to take grasp
It doesn't slip

Pull it close maybe it'll stop the nonsense
Close your eyes and rub the gem

Count to ten then open your eyes
Now others nothing where blood once lied

To scared to open the box
Knowing its not just a box you squeeze it tight

Slide it into your pocket
And walk on

Cause now the bad is all gone

Reality is Back


Dark and silent
As the teacher talked on

Rest your head for a minute
You deserve a nap

A rough day and a rough night
Just close your eyes

Fall into your head
For get the world and all the rest

As her words trudge threw your head
Gentle and sweet

Kiss the good dream goodbye
Nothing is never as good as it seems

Its always weaved with a lie
Where a wall once stood

Hands grasp your arm
Pushing and pulling

No way to be freed
Till finally their fingers slip

You almost smack the floor
Reality is back harsher then before

Your papers slide from your desk
No one noticed you dozed off

Just lay your head back down
Pretend for a second it is all good and well

As your heart pounds harder and harder
It seems its bound to burst

Still no one hears
No one saw a thing

You knew then
The day wouldn’t end so well

(This is more prose than poetry but it happened.)

Pinpoint

I once had a dream where there was blackness all around me
except for a pinhead sized point of light in the distance.  
As I traveled toward it a clockwise spinning ring became visible
and as I got closer it was obvious the ring was made of people.  

The people that made up the ring
were connected by mouth or genital to the next person in the ring,
each performing some sex act on the other.  
The acts ran the full gamut of sexual expression
from lesbian to straight to gay to straight all the way back to lesbian again.  

After I took in everything the light started speaking to me in a cold, distant, raspy voice.  
It spoke low and slowly but I finally could make out it
saying,
repeating,
'Sex is pain.  Sex is death.'  

It took me 3 weeks to be able to sleep a full night again.

Thank God I Woke Up

from a sound sleep
I am awakened
to the sound of footsteps
footsteps I assumed
to be that of the man I love

I turn to my side
my back to the door
awaiting his strong arms
to wrap around me

very quickly I felt his weight
and I sank into the mattress
up against his body

a feeling unexpected
so cold and wet
I immediately trembled
knowing something was not right

I turned to face him....HIM
Not the man I loved
a Stranger....covered in blood
my mouth immediately gagged

i struggled to break free
my hands sliding
slipping across the blood soaked jacket
I am now held down by his body
him on top of me

he leans down and whispers
hold  still or this will not end well
and I freeze...
knowing my two babies
are in the room down the hall

I am then told to close my eyes
and he begins to undress me
telling me to keep them shut

as I lay trembling under his weight
I am not only scared but cold
cold from the dampness
of his blood soaked jeans
and scared to death of whats to come
but still frozen
for fear of harm coming to my babies

my eyes still closed
I begin to feel a soft caress
and i think to myself
amidst the horror...
that is just to soft for a grown man

As that soft touch trails down
my naked and shivering body
I cant help...
cant help but to open my eyes

I see a small hand....
the hand connected
to the arm of my child
and I scream!!!!!

and I wake up
in a sweat unlike any other
short of breath from my screams

(this was a reoccurring nightmare I had for a year after a family I knew yrs ago was murdered in their home) a mother and her 2 sons  
never before have I shared this with anyone

WOW! thank you guys! there all so amazing! thank you!

Yaay!! I WON!! Thank you...:)

Job well done Dead Lovers
Thank you for the mention Ashe

I am floating
It's like a dream
In the sky of blue
Floating with you

I am floating
In your arms
So close, so near,
No time for fear

I reach behind
Trace your wings
Feathered and white
Blindingly bright

It must be heaven,
Too good to be true
And so it is...

And so it is.


                   Your wings turn black
                    Day becomes dark
                     You look at me and smile
                       Like my pain is worthwhile

                       Storm clouds roll over
                      Lightening strikes down
                     Right through my heart
                    And it tears me apart

                     Your wings grow in size
                      Shredded and ripped
                       Wings of the fallen
                         His grace has been stolen
   
                          He laughs as I scream
                         Through another lightening strike
                        Moves my hair from my face
                       HE THREW AWAY HIS GRACE

                        He knew I was here
                          Mortally weak
                            Left his graceful breath
                              Just to plan my death

                              He fell from heaven
                             Purposefully
                            I saw it in his eyes:
                           He planned my demise

                            And then I was dropped
                              From the firm hold of his arms
                                And when I hit the ground
                                  I made no sound
 
                                   My heart was bleeding
                                  Through my hands
                                 Coating them in red
                               Yet I am still not dead

                                My soul it leaks
                                  Out of my eyes
                                     In the form of tears
                                       In the form of fears

                                       I lie so broken
                                     On the ground
                                    Unable to thrive
                                   No longer alive

Fell for my murderer
Who's home was in Hell
Loved him till my last breath:
The angel of death.
                             

sorry almost dead..the competition..is over..but thank you for the poem