OF DREAMS AND GHOSTS

I had a hard time creating a poem using the same prompt. Maybe because I almost never have dreams nor do I believe in ghost. I wonder if anyone could do a better job than I did?

Two weeks
One entry
Poetry only
New writes only
No more than 200 words
Use this thread for entrees only
For questions, please send me a private message.

Here is what I managed to put together...

INSOMNIA
(A struggle with Guilt)

Consciousness beckons my being
Hindering my travel unto dreamland
Where nightmares are real and fear is abundant
When you are where you're at.

Your body may have turned into dust
But your presence is never gone from my sight
The essence of you lingers day and night
Slowly tearing me apart

Awake you can't touch me
Asleep you could kill me
Eyes filled with rage and vengance
I could feel the weight everytime

My soul is dimming, loosing it's light
As darkness devoured what little conscience I have
The colours of life is becoming gray and dull
My struggle feels like it's loosing the fight

That insistent voice constantly whispering, "sleep my love."
Is like a melody of a violin's plea
That loud thumping inside my heart
Are echoes of my sins of long forgotten past.

In dreams, their ghost is collecting
For the blood in my hand
For the lives I never spared
For the orphaned spirits devoid of it's vessels

Sometimes I felt lucky and Insomnia is my only ally
Awake, my sanity is safe
But tonight...
The stars favours my guilt and let them take me to rest.

I am dreaming now...

Of Ghostly Dreamers


with hidden conductors  
unseen drivers and  
headless engineers  
Passengers bereft of baggage  
tall as the doorway  
stand queing to meet  

Ghouls of the dark  
tiptoe in our slumber  
leaving graffiti all over  
the walls  

The bed being raised on  
six sturdy bricks, with  
blankets all soaked up in  
garlic. We dream what we  
read, dream what we  
see and continue to write  
what we care of

In slumber and love  
we walked hand in hand  
straight backed to  
our own promised land  
Where we wrote of our care  
with a quill like flair  
and told stories of our  
ghosts and their dreamers  

-x-

Thank you Revolutional for starting off this comp. The last verse was beautiful.

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A Ghost It’s Not

If you awake to find an apparition at the end of your bed
Do not fear
No need to dread

What you see is not a ghost come to haunt you
But a guardian angel to watch over you

Shut your eyes and go back to sleep
And dream dreams peaceful and sweet

Dreams Never Dreamt



Vibrant dreams became real then crushed by the reality of living
The ghost of you beckons when least expected

Still there are dreams vivid with your message
Prolonging hope needing to be buried

Making you the ghost who never walked, dreams never dreamt
A life never lived by one who doesn’t exist




© Kate Adams 1/10/16

Rain falls as the
Glass breaks
Time arrives clockless
What is, what will be

The happy see only the happiness
The living see only the life
I see only sad and empty
Between cracks in dreams
Talking softly

Silent and haunting
This place between
Dawn and sleeping
Light against the darkness
Heaven's river of stars
A silver gift

My hand floats through
This reflection of you
There is nothing there
This garden of roses
Quivers - fading

This summer moon brief dream
Hot tears make it vanish
How cold it is to lie
Alone wanting you
Holding stars in my arms

Devious Visitors


These overwhelming apparitions haunt me,
Following the messenger within I don't see,
Won't they ever retreat and let me be?

This spiritual gift has become a curse,
Malevolent phantoms silently try to converse,
Trapped in between a conflicting universe.

Unseen sight threatens madness,
Carried by projected drabness,
Ghosts irate and full of malice.

Seem to insinuate they wish me harm,
Never alone fighting a swarm,
Their welcome is mediocre lukewarm.

Rimless spectacles outline gunmetal gazes,
Demanding me lead them through celestial mazes,
Melted wax replace masked specter faces.

Eerie wraith like poltergeist,
Convinced me into supernaturally lethal heist,
I feel the bounty on my head largely priced.

Psychic fugitive refusing to be a prisoner,
Grim reapers manipulate a subdued soul harvester,
Harbinger of dreams illuminate the executioner.

Thank you snugglebuck for your motivational enterpretation. when one see a thing in a different light, the perspective changes.

i could almost hear you telling me, "Don't be afraid"

Thank you Kate for your contributions. very convincing argument.

it's all an illusion
fear the tangible not the invisible

somehow this is the message i derived from this piece.

a very emotional piece you gave us. i could feel the wish.

thank you for your heartfelt contribution Melancholysoul, indeed, you live up to your name.

The folly of the instinctive. an eerie yet fetching piece.

thank you for this Lotuslover. I enjoy it.

     The Nightmare Dreams
Sleep wants me
It wants me to sleep
To take me back
To where nightmares creep,
Nightmares of my own doing
Fashioned by my cruel hand
I've told them that I'm sorry!
They forgive no man!,
Sleep promises a blissful slumber
Sleep has allied with those I've slain!
You are my enemy friend of foes!
Insomnia befriends the lost insane!,
Be silent Sleep, I sleep nevermore
Something is hurting me!
Is that me that's begun to snore?,
Things of nightmares are dragging me
Dragging out peals of pain and screams
I long to be awake as I use to be!
Dreams of nightmares, the nightmare dreams.

Darkshine, I see we have similar thoughts. your's managed to be more intense. I could feel you in every word.
Thank you for participating.

House Warming Gift...


   it was the first night
in the new house in the
country side
he hated it
he didn't want to move
he was just about
to talk to his crush
at school

he just laid there
in the mattress
cause they couldn't
fix the bed
they traveled for
almost six hours
he was tired
and his eyes
are  c  l  o  s  i.  n.. g...

Truth or Dare...?.........?...................?

   creepy morose voice
echoed as he was
drawn back
from his fellow winged heroes
in the lands without gravity
back to his room
on his mattress

"Did I just woke up to a dream?"

   he thought for him self

"Does nightmares even exist?"

   because he was never scared in his dreams
but this sudden damned feeling constricted his veins.
that noise
or is it a voice

"What is this feeling?"

   he looked at the
windowpanes
he's certain
he saw something
a coldness raised in his spine
and long a squeak
a nail scratching a glass


"What the fuck was that?"

   a face sneaked out with a smile
she came passing through the window
like smoke

"H..h...h...h.....hrr..."

    his voice is gone
torpid arms
numb legs
frozen gaze

only his heart's beat...

"I...i...i...i....."

I SAID TRUTH OR DARE?

   that blistering voice again
it sounded like
the whole room spoke

   giggles, laughs, heavy breaths,
echoing randomly

TRUTH?   ......    NO?!
DARE? !.........? ....?..?
YES..........!!!!!!

I DARE YOU TO FUCK ME

[i]   he felt a firm hand
is nodding his head
without his intention

"Hmm..mm....Y...ye...yes..."

   she disappeared
and slowly crawled
inside his sheets
revealing her face
gazing upon him
with sharp eyes
black teeth
under her red lips


   he felt her
cold hands
on his face
amber grain pattern
on her pale skin
vermilion hair
disheveled  
and glowing

   she moaned
she rode him
and he was just
laying there
he couldn't scream
he couldn't move

   when he was
just about to come
she disappeared
in a flashy smoke

leaving
crickets to
cry

"Oh my GaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaD!"

   he stared
at the scratch mark
left in the
windowpanes

"Best Halloween of my life"

   he starred at the ceiling
thinking, smiling

"I'm gonna love this place..."

   he still don't know
wether it was a
dream or
real

.

Lol! Dejure.
Such naughty ghost
This should be titled THE GHOST OF WET DREAM PASS

Thank you for sharing such an entertaining piece.