DREAMS
Grace
IDryad
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IDryad
Tyrant of Words
122
Joined 25th Aug 2011Forum Posts: 16069
Dreams of Him
I dream again
Of my lover true
On the landscape
Of my mind
Holding hands
Touching hips
Smiles in our hearts
Hopes in our souls
A new beginning
With new endings
I dream again
Of our home
Among the trees
Shaded by green canopies
A bright light
On the garden
With flowers
Of all hues
Possums and hares
gambol on the fields
I dream again
Of life that was
To the now
And will be.
I dream again
Of my lover true
On the landscape
Of my mind
Holding hands
Touching hips
Smiles in our hearts
Hopes in our souls
A new beginning
With new endings
I dream again
Of our home
Among the trees
Shaded by green canopies
A bright light
On the garden
With flowers
Of all hues
Possums and hares
gambol on the fields
I dream again
Of life that was
To the now
And will be.
Anonymous
Vampire dreams
a scrape across my teeth
where a point use to be
awaken by a dream
a demon bat chasing me
vampire demons in my dreams
it use to posses me
now it haunts me in my sleep
i run to escape the dark
breathing so hard
pounding in my chest
i'm out of breath
trying to escape possession and death
running for light
the opening of the cave just out of sight
the bat flapping, flying overhead
it won't rest till i'm dead
awakened, being chased
i open my eyes
now i'm safe
a scrape across my teeth
where a point use to be
awaken by a dream
a demon bat chasing me
vampire demons in my dreams
it use to posses me
now it haunts me in my sleep
i run to escape the dark
breathing so hard
pounding in my chest
i'm out of breath
trying to escape possession and death
running for light
the opening of the cave just out of sight
the bat flapping, flying overhead
it won't rest till i'm dead
awakened, being chased
i open my eyes
now i'm safe
Anonymous
Nightmares Visions and Screams
Here i am, another sleepless night
up and down a dozen times
nightmares, visions & screams
none of which tell me anything
afraid to close my eyes
not knowing what I'll see
why lord, why me?
nightmares, visions and screams
i can't figure out what they mean
why'd you give this gift to me,
if with it i can't do anything?
which ones mean what?
i can't figure out
some tell me something
some tell me nothing
all have some sort of meaning
Another sleepless night, for what?
it seems to be a worthless gift you gave to me
why lord, why me?
i can't change the future
i can't fix the past
i'm feeling like a piece of glass
if it don''t stop, i'm going to crack
nightmares, visions & screams
why''s this keep happening?
it does no good
i''d give it away if i could
i didn't ask for it
i just wanted to understand
it''s grown more intense
and i still don't understand
why lord, why'd you put this gift in my hands?
it doesn't just happen at night
i not only see but hear things in light
nightmares, visions & screams
what does it mean?
Here i am, another sleepless night
up and down a dozen times
nightmares, visions & screams
none of which tell me anything
afraid to close my eyes
not knowing what I'll see
why lord, why me?
nightmares, visions and screams
i can't figure out what they mean
why'd you give this gift to me,
if with it i can't do anything?
which ones mean what?
i can't figure out
some tell me something
some tell me nothing
all have some sort of meaning
Another sleepless night, for what?
it seems to be a worthless gift you gave to me
why lord, why me?
i can't change the future
i can't fix the past
i'm feeling like a piece of glass
if it don''t stop, i'm going to crack
nightmares, visions & screams
why''s this keep happening?
it does no good
i''d give it away if i could
i didn't ask for it
i just wanted to understand
it''s grown more intense
and i still don't understand
why lord, why'd you put this gift in my hands?
it doesn't just happen at night
i not only see but hear things in light
nightmares, visions & screams
what does it mean?
Anonymous
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dartford
Paul S...
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Paul S...
Tyrant of Words
29
Joined 13th June 2013 Forum Posts: 249
a nightmare...
you don't care
I can't wait
to wake
you don't care
I can't wait
to wake
flowergirl
Forum Posts: 231
Tyrant of Words
44
Joined 14th Jan 2012Forum Posts: 231
Emerald Sea & Darkened Hell
as I walked along the cliff
high above the emerald sea
I watched the waves crash upon the rocks
was thinking how much it seemed to be my life
each crashing wave represented a broken friendship
how each of them crashed into my heart
each of them ripped my soul apart
just as each broken wave blended back to the sea
my heart drifted in a corner of hell
like the sea.... hell has no measure of depth
could feel my life endlessly falling
the sea has coral reefs in the deep
where sea monsters and strange things creep
hell has pits of fire and darkened caverns
where evil demons and possessed eat damned souls
waves continually crash upon the rocks
my soul continually falls into unknown darkness
bright sunlight no longer lights my path
beautiful emerald sea turns dark and erie
can no longer see where my path is leading
can't tell how close my feet are to the edge
I wonder how much more can my heart take
suddenly the ground beneath me slid away
like precious sacred friendships faded away
fear of the unknown destiny filled my heart
sound of the still crashing waves echoed in my ears
faces begin to flash in the darkness before me
could see each face of my loved ones
faces of friends that I loved so dearly passing by
like the sea echoes sounds of creatures living
hell echoes the chants of demonic worship
heard each voice crying my name as faces faded
as I felt the sting of the sea my body jumped
I realized I fell asleep in the backyard pool
it was all a dream and I was severely sunburnt
as I walked along the cliff
high above the emerald sea
I watched the waves crash upon the rocks
was thinking how much it seemed to be my life
each crashing wave represented a broken friendship
how each of them crashed into my heart
each of them ripped my soul apart
just as each broken wave blended back to the sea
my heart drifted in a corner of hell
like the sea.... hell has no measure of depth
could feel my life endlessly falling
the sea has coral reefs in the deep
where sea monsters and strange things creep
hell has pits of fire and darkened caverns
where evil demons and possessed eat damned souls
waves continually crash upon the rocks
my soul continually falls into unknown darkness
bright sunlight no longer lights my path
beautiful emerald sea turns dark and erie
can no longer see where my path is leading
can't tell how close my feet are to the edge
I wonder how much more can my heart take
suddenly the ground beneath me slid away
like precious sacred friendships faded away
fear of the unknown destiny filled my heart
sound of the still crashing waves echoed in my ears
faces begin to flash in the darkness before me
could see each face of my loved ones
faces of friends that I loved so dearly passing by
like the sea echoes sounds of creatures living
hell echoes the chants of demonic worship
heard each voice crying my name as faces faded
as I felt the sting of the sea my body jumped
I realized I fell asleep in the backyard pool
it was all a dream and I was severely sunburnt
Viddax
Lord Viddax
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Lord Viddax
Guardian of Shadows
31
Joined 10th Oct 2009Forum Posts: 6672
The Beast Dream
I had what I shall call 'The Beast Dream'.
The dream where an animal is key
where its great impact
overshadows all other thoughts
until the dream no longer has any detial
Except for the Beast.
I was in a school possibly,
All dreams are hazy memories when awake
but unravelling films when waking.
Anyway, I was part of a group sleeping a boarding school's roof
with a matron or teacher who is like a mother to us all
a figure to who we look for judgement.
I walked passed a window
where inside the room, still inside the roof
Are the rest cross-legged on the floor.
But while the teacher speaks and moves his hands and the group listen
A ghost sits with them.
A ghost, an imp, a demon, something I cannot fully describe
But know full well to be a source of annoyance who haunts us,
Yet for all this nobody shoos it away.
So I lunge forwards and smash through the glass
scaring away the ghost-thing permanently
Only to replace one monster with another?
For now I am a terrifying black werwolf
hunched and penned by the close roof
which presses against my obisidan, midnight, coloured fur
with great claws and great shape
terrifying in both greatness of power and greatness of causing fear.
Sharp white teeth
My true real day-to-day teeth but bigger
dominate the attention
(The camera's focus in a film?
or the story's focus in a book?)
And for scaring away the ghost-thing
I am strapped down to a bed like a madman in an asylum
and I grin at the matron with the same white teeth but in human skin,
Only to morph into the great black wolf moments later.
I stand and loom over her, the leather straps now usless fall away
I stand and loom as if to say
Am I a Monster now ?
With all the sarcasm italics can convey.
Though I my heart in this form I am not a monster
But a Beast: free of confusing thought
Free to act on instinct and part of nature.
The Beast Dream fades and I wake.
All but the most memorable bits linger
Yet my limbs feel infinitely weary as though they were once stronger
but now I am human
My grin is still one full of razor sharp teeth.
I had what I shall call 'The Beast Dream'.
The dream where an animal is key
where its great impact
overshadows all other thoughts
until the dream no longer has any detial
Except for the Beast.
I was in a school possibly,
All dreams are hazy memories when awake
but unravelling films when waking.
Anyway, I was part of a group sleeping a boarding school's roof
with a matron or teacher who is like a mother to us all
a figure to who we look for judgement.
I walked passed a window
where inside the room, still inside the roof
Are the rest cross-legged on the floor.
But while the teacher speaks and moves his hands and the group listen
A ghost sits with them.
A ghost, an imp, a demon, something I cannot fully describe
But know full well to be a source of annoyance who haunts us,
Yet for all this nobody shoos it away.
So I lunge forwards and smash through the glass
scaring away the ghost-thing permanently
Only to replace one monster with another?
For now I am a terrifying black werwolf
hunched and penned by the close roof
which presses against my obisidan, midnight, coloured fur
with great claws and great shape
terrifying in both greatness of power and greatness of causing fear.
Sharp white teeth
My true real day-to-day teeth but bigger
dominate the attention
(The camera's focus in a film?
or the story's focus in a book?)
And for scaring away the ghost-thing
I am strapped down to a bed like a madman in an asylum
and I grin at the matron with the same white teeth but in human skin,
Only to morph into the great black wolf moments later.
I stand and loom over her, the leather straps now usless fall away
I stand and loom as if to say
Am I a Monster now ?
With all the sarcasm italics can convey.
Though I my heart in this form I am not a monster
But a Beast: free of confusing thought
Free to act on instinct and part of nature.
The Beast Dream fades and I wake.
All but the most memorable bits linger
Yet my limbs feel infinitely weary as though they were once stronger
but now I am human
My grin is still one full of razor sharp teeth.
Anonymous
August 10 - two more days to enter poems and then the competition will close on account of the submissions being excellent...in my own opinion.....
MGC
7he
Forum Posts: 127
7he
Thought Provoker
1
Joined 6th Nov 2012 Forum Posts: 127
-Toothbrush-
Mellow yellow stars circling my head
i'm floating in an air balloon dream
wide awake yet sound asleep
Charlie Chaplin's mustache sings me a song,a black and white lullaby...
Mellow yellow stars circling my head
i'm floating in an air balloon dream
wide awake yet sound asleep
Charlie Chaplin's mustache sings me a song,a black and white lullaby...
souladareatease
Forum Posts: 5085
Tyrant of Words
29
Joined 28th Dec 2012 Forum Posts: 5085
Re-currents
Floating
I left to rest
my head
swept up memories
tipping toward
an axis lent scheme
where I wander
gliding
downstream
leaving a trail
of leaves
where picked
by others
along softened banks
they spoke
of interest
quests
links in travel
some say
some pray
where lights guide
canoe
noodles
through snaked bends
in ease
piecing promised point
that at
streams end
I'll come to...
rivers split
where my island
sits
but I must
paddle
on and on
till
Dawn
Floating
I left to rest
my head
swept up memories
tipping toward
an axis lent scheme
where I wander
gliding
downstream
leaving a trail
of leaves
where picked
by others
along softened banks
they spoke
of interest
quests
links in travel
some say
some pray
where lights guide
canoe
noodles
through snaked bends
in ease
piecing promised point
that at
streams end
I'll come to...
rivers split
where my island
sits
but I must
paddle
on and on
till
Dawn
vortexman
Forum Posts: 1260
Dangerous Mind
14
Joined 25th Jan 2013Forum Posts: 1260
"I Wearily took a nap..."
And dove into a lucid symbolic path.
Skylines and monolithic tailsmans.
Whispered to me of this abstract math.
I walked down a road where friends needed
my help. Saving them with magic I knew I
weiled. Communicating with beast of the
forest. As intimately as if I have always
known of and spoken.
Knowing no limits I felt weightless in the
air. Taking off to heights far above and
unknown. Feeling safe as the vista's of
thunder birds where I dared.
Journeying to out-worldly lands. Where I could
share this magic with one another. Knowing no limits
of this lucid realm. I would find more than
spiritual astral planes but also many others.
And dove into a lucid symbolic path.
Skylines and monolithic tailsmans.
Whispered to me of this abstract math.
I walked down a road where friends needed
my help. Saving them with magic I knew I
weiled. Communicating with beast of the
forest. As intimately as if I have always
known of and spoken.
Knowing no limits I felt weightless in the
air. Taking off to heights far above and
unknown. Feeling safe as the vista's of
thunder birds where I dared.
Journeying to out-worldly lands. Where I could
share this magic with one another. Knowing no limits
of this lucid realm. I would find more than
spiritual astral planes but also many others.
Anonymous
Boom!!
what? what was that?
not the sound of a mortar
not a sharp report of a rifle
no pistol crack, too muffled
not a grenade either, what?
I'm only able to make out
certain words through the
monocle of my minds eye
..Jimmy,
I know
hurt you and
sorry but
it would be
so hard to
I've been seeing
about 3 and
he's been so good
Althea, She loves
he treats as his own
has been here me
I needed to
I'm sorry, I hope you
,I hope y
can forgive. I really
did love Goodbye
hugs and
Teresa
Oh my God! Preston!
what the fuck have you done?
Preston! out the door of the
squad barracks at a dead run
for the armory, Preston had
shown me the dear john letter
earlier. I asked if he wanted
to be taken off the duty roster,
needed to have some time? No,
he'd be okay. was all he'd say.
Four months in country, day
before yesterday. That bitch!
I knew what I'd see when I opened
that door with my key.
I knew that Jimmy had known
he wouldn't be okay, ever
I knew what the Boom was now
12 gauge riot shotgun, military
close range combat load.
I was sick before I reached the
door. Turning the key took every
ounce of strength in me, pushing
it open to that smell, warm acrid
smoke from the powder..and blood
I sank back against the wall and
slid to my butt as the boys rushed
past. I sat there dazed as they
lurched back out to empty their
stomachs, some of them crying
and I swore "I'll kill you you
little slut." and I cried
what? what was that?
not the sound of a mortar
not a sharp report of a rifle
no pistol crack, too muffled
not a grenade either, what?
I'm only able to make out
certain words through the
monocle of my minds eye
..Jimmy,
I know
hurt you and
sorry but
it would be
so hard to
I've been seeing
about 3 and
he's been so good
Althea, She loves
he treats as his own
has been here me
I needed to
I'm sorry, I hope you
,I hope y
can forgive. I really
did love Goodbye
hugs and
Teresa
Oh my God! Preston!
what the fuck have you done?
Preston! out the door of the
squad barracks at a dead run
for the armory, Preston had
shown me the dear john letter
earlier. I asked if he wanted
to be taken off the duty roster,
needed to have some time? No,
he'd be okay. was all he'd say.
Four months in country, day
before yesterday. That bitch!
I knew what I'd see when I opened
that door with my key.
I knew that Jimmy had known
he wouldn't be okay, ever
I knew what the Boom was now
12 gauge riot shotgun, military
close range combat load.
I was sick before I reached the
door. Turning the key took every
ounce of strength in me, pushing
it open to that smell, warm acrid
smoke from the powder..and blood
I sank back against the wall and
slid to my butt as the boys rushed
past. I sat there dazed as they
lurched back out to empty their
stomachs, some of them crying
and I swore "I'll kill you you
little slut." and I cried
Anonymous
Velvet ribbons
Cabernet red
criss-cross nipples
in my head
round her back and
cross again
over naked nether lips
the ribbons rend to
one large bow tied up
in back.
My lover brings to me
in dreams.
Her eye's full
of torrid lust
her mind melding mine
begging me to dine
upon her soft warm
ribbon lips.
I offer
her my finger tips
dripping of her own
sweet nectar
honey sweet.
She does not resist
but suckles them
between her lips.
Her bow untied
she cannot hide
my tongue her
ribbon lips divide
and fill myself with
her pure essence
till screaming "please
give me a ride"
I roll and give her
ample time to mount.
How much time has passed
I do not know. Where did
my lover go? Then dawning
reality hit's me hard.
The pillow wet, my cock
still straining.
I had to pee.
Cabernet red
criss-cross nipples
in my head
round her back and
cross again
over naked nether lips
the ribbons rend to
one large bow tied up
in back.
My lover brings to me
in dreams.
Her eye's full
of torrid lust
her mind melding mine
begging me to dine
upon her soft warm
ribbon lips.
I offer
her my finger tips
dripping of her own
sweet nectar
honey sweet.
She does not resist
but suckles them
between her lips.
Her bow untied
she cannot hide
my tongue her
ribbon lips divide
and fill myself with
her pure essence
till screaming "please
give me a ride"
I roll and give her
ample time to mount.
How much time has passed
I do not know. Where did
my lover go? Then dawning
reality hit's me hard.
The pillow wet, my cock
still straining.
I had to pee.
runningturtle87
Forum Posts: 517
Tyrant of Words
14
Joined 20th June 2012Forum Posts: 517
Secret of the Golden Flower
A 100 day mediation
that I was exposed to
when studying
William Carlos Williams
at UMASS
under Stan Kholer
was called
the Secret
of the Golden Flower,
and I located a course
taught by the son
of Edgar Cayce.
In this 3 month long meditation
I learned a state of lucid dreaming
that enabled me
to reach incredible levels
of concentration
by staring
into the deep structure
of a specific spot.
I usually use tiles
or poured concrete
or terrazzo flooring
and peer
in the molecular content
and then
into the elemental content
and then
the subatomic content
and then
the quantum fields
that are generated
by the attentional energy
matter is given
when we consciously
look at it with awareness
and open mindedness.
Using this structural analysis
to bypass my brain,
my mind was cleared
to be able
to radically synthesize and integrate
enormous amounts of data
and seemingly distantly
associated information.
Using this method
I was able to piece together
past life experiences,
inventions,
new methodologies
for performing functions
in art and motion.
I developed as a person
and was able to thrust ahead
my own emotional stability
and comprehension
of my internal quirks and flaws.
Understanding has become
very important to me.
I stare at a spot,
it fills my visual field
and becomes an event horizon
that arises
into consciousness.
I literally
trip out.
My mind is
in constant integration.
It is like defragging
your brain
and condensing your use
of space and relational integrity.
My thinking has become
more organized
and my emotional life
is much clearer.
Meditation has been
a huge part
of my inner life.
runningturtle87
A 100 day mediation
that I was exposed to
when studying
William Carlos Williams
at UMASS
under Stan Kholer
was called
the Secret
of the Golden Flower,
and I located a course
taught by the son
of Edgar Cayce.
In this 3 month long meditation
I learned a state of lucid dreaming
that enabled me
to reach incredible levels
of concentration
by staring
into the deep structure
of a specific spot.
I usually use tiles
or poured concrete
or terrazzo flooring
and peer
in the molecular content
and then
into the elemental content
and then
the subatomic content
and then
the quantum fields
that are generated
by the attentional energy
matter is given
when we consciously
look at it with awareness
and open mindedness.
Using this structural analysis
to bypass my brain,
my mind was cleared
to be able
to radically synthesize and integrate
enormous amounts of data
and seemingly distantly
associated information.
Using this method
I was able to piece together
past life experiences,
inventions,
new methodologies
for performing functions
in art and motion.
I developed as a person
and was able to thrust ahead
my own emotional stability
and comprehension
of my internal quirks and flaws.
Understanding has become
very important to me.
I stare at a spot,
it fills my visual field
and becomes an event horizon
that arises
into consciousness.
I literally
trip out.
My mind is
in constant integration.
It is like defragging
your brain
and condensing your use
of space and relational integrity.
My thinking has become
more organized
and my emotional life
is much clearer.
Meditation has been
a huge part
of my inner life.
runningturtle87
PsychicApocalypse
Darker Half
Forum Posts: 1483
Darker Half
Dangerous Mind
30
Joined 5th Dec 2012 Forum Posts: 1483
My Dream
There I am,
standing in the middle of a snow storm
Covered in icicles
yet i feel no cold
I feel no warmth.
i feel nothing...
absolutely nothing...
I walk to the snow
or more like gliding
I feel my feet move
but I feel like I'm floating
towards nothing...
absolutely nothing...
I cry for no apparent reason,
and my tears quickly turn to ice
as it departs from my eyes
I feel lost with in my own subconsciousness
I know nothing...
Why do I know,
Absolutely nothing?
There
in the distance, I see
I see a light,
beautiful
and a hand waiting for me
At least that's what went through my mind
and I starting feeling some thing
Hope...
Faith...
Love...
I flash over
like a teleporter
and I felt myself wanting to laugh...
I hold unto a hand
and it pull me up
but when I see the face
I freeze in shock
as I felt shot
You weren't the person I wanted to be waiting for me ...
You weren't suppose to be on my astral plain...
You weren't suppose to be laughing that honey coated laugh...
A sound that only triples my hearts pain...
Realization hits me like a ton of bricks...
I am the dreamer ... but your energy so strong ..
you've pulled me into your dream ...
Taking my control away as now you become the dreamer,
you,
The one my heart has been chained to.
Frustration seeps in ...
NOOOO!!
You aren't suppose to invoke me,
You aren't suppose to be here!!
I'm trying to separate myself from you
but I love that possessiveness,
though it's hard to bear!
Now you are in my dream.
I don't know what else to think,
There's no other like you.
That what I truly feel.
The one that has stripped me from being the dreamer...
and I'm left, ... to become your dream.
There I am,
standing in the middle of a snow storm
Covered in icicles
yet i feel no cold
I feel no warmth.
i feel nothing...
absolutely nothing...
I walk to the snow
or more like gliding
I feel my feet move
but I feel like I'm floating
towards nothing...
absolutely nothing...
I cry for no apparent reason,
and my tears quickly turn to ice
as it departs from my eyes
I feel lost with in my own subconsciousness
I know nothing...
Why do I know,
Absolutely nothing?
There
in the distance, I see
I see a light,
beautiful
and a hand waiting for me
At least that's what went through my mind
and I starting feeling some thing
Hope...
Faith...
Love...
I flash over
like a teleporter
and I felt myself wanting to laugh...
I hold unto a hand
and it pull me up
but when I see the face
I freeze in shock
as I felt shot
You weren't the person I wanted to be waiting for me ...
You weren't suppose to be on my astral plain...
You weren't suppose to be laughing that honey coated laugh...
A sound that only triples my hearts pain...
Realization hits me like a ton of bricks...
I am the dreamer ... but your energy so strong ..
you've pulled me into your dream ...
Taking my control away as now you become the dreamer,
you,
The one my heart has been chained to.
Frustration seeps in ...
NOOOO!!
You aren't suppose to invoke me,
You aren't suppose to be here!!
I'm trying to separate myself from you
but I love that possessiveness,
though it's hard to bear!
Now you are in my dream.
I don't know what else to think,
There's no other like you.
That what I truly feel.
The one that has stripped me from being the dreamer...
and I'm left, ... to become your dream.