Submissions by DreamIllusions
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
When I put the pen to paper or the hands to keys - I feel as if I'm in a fever until all the thoughts make it out - only then I can breathe.
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Mar 2014 1:49pm
6th Mar 2014 1:49pm
My Thunder
You’ve never, you’ve never
Heard my thunder
Until yesterday, and yesterday was far too late
I cried and tried to pound my fists
Upon your back in a storm of rage
And you never said anything, neither did I
Do you hear the drums now
So loud, so loud and all around
I swear you have to hear them now
You’ve never, you’ve never
Heard my thunder
Until yesterday, and yesterday was far too late
I opened my hands and tried to open yours
Put them together, mixing veins and lines
And you never looked in to my eyes, while I stared into yours...
Heard my thunder
Until yesterday, and yesterday was far too late
I cried and tried to pound my fists
Upon your back in a storm of rage
And you never said anything, neither did I
Do you hear the drums now
So loud, so loud and all around
I swear you have to hear them now
You’ve never, you’ve never
Heard my thunder
Until yesterday, and yesterday was far too late
I opened my hands and tried to open yours
Put them together, mixing veins and lines
And you never looked in to my eyes, while I stared into yours...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Mar 2014 11:56pm
4th Mar 2014 11:56pm
Dreams of Sen-Sey
Bo-Di, the goddess of bodily peace
Has released me
She thought she was giving me freedom
To no longer serve her
But she what she gave me was far more painful
I sit, on a cushion soft as fresh grass
Which rests on a chair of thorns
I wait for my new master to come and fetch me
I was found, wandering the streets
The mark of Bo-Di erased from my wrist
I was captured and brought here
A place of beauty with undertones of torture
My clothing is comfortable but sheer
My surroundings pleasant but dark
I waited there
Someone...
Has released me
She thought she was giving me freedom
To no longer serve her
But she what she gave me was far more painful
I sit, on a cushion soft as fresh grass
Which rests on a chair of thorns
I wait for my new master to come and fetch me
I was found, wandering the streets
The mark of Bo-Di erased from my wrist
I was captured and brought here
A place of beauty with undertones of torture
My clothing is comfortable but sheer
My surroundings pleasant but dark
I waited there
Someone...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Mar 2014 11:53pm
4th Mar 2014 11:53pm
Mirage
Rubbing my eyes, I shift in the bed sheets
Rolling over to find not you but someone else
Realizing you were just a dream
Groaning I toss and turn, yanking the blanket up to my chin
Grabbing the barking alarm clock to hush it
Glaring at the red time blinking 4:16 a.m.
I lie there and wonder, were you really here
I sigh and close my eyes, remembering your face
I yawn and think; you were never here
Sighing I think of our conversation
Segments of thoughts and speech come back to me
Shivering I consider all that could be
Reaching...
Rolling over to find not you but someone else
Realizing you were just a dream
Groaning I toss and turn, yanking the blanket up to my chin
Grabbing the barking alarm clock to hush it
Glaring at the red time blinking 4:16 a.m.
I lie there and wonder, were you really here
I sigh and close my eyes, remembering your face
I yawn and think; you were never here
Sighing I think of our conversation
Segments of thoughts and speech come back to me
Shivering I consider all that could be
Reaching...
791 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2014 6:35pm
3rd Mar 2014 6:35pm
If the Walls Were Made of Paper
If the walls were made of paper,
stretched right on wooden poles
would you stand in the center.
If the walls were made of paper,
brightly colored woven mats
would you feel any safer.
If the walls were made of paper,
pale and illuminated from within
would you light a candle.
If the walls were made of paper,
scribbled and scratched by the years
would you wrap your feet in sandals.
If the walls were made of paper,
each tile bearing a treasured memento
would you sit for hours lost in them.
If the walls were made...
stretched right on wooden poles
would you stand in the center.
If the walls were made of paper,
brightly colored woven mats
would you feel any safer.
If the walls were made of paper,
pale and illuminated from within
would you light a candle.
If the walls were made of paper,
scribbled and scratched by the years
would you wrap your feet in sandals.
If the walls were made of paper,
each tile bearing a treasured memento
would you sit for hours lost in them.
If the walls were made...
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2014 6:31pm
3rd Mar 2014 6:31pm
If the Walls Were Made of Glass
Inside, outside, everyone can see it all
Front to back, side to side, everywhere you go
To the bed and to the rug
He marks down every move
Even your nervous twitches and friendly kisses.
When you try to break free, there he'll be
And then when you cry out from the torture
Little will he care
Little will he even watch.
So you curl up alone and pen your stories
When you try to speak there he'll be
Evil hides beneath his lashes
Red and Black, Blue and Purple
Eager to break down the glass and take you.
Many have escaped though usually not...
Front to back, side to side, everywhere you go
To the bed and to the rug
He marks down every move
Even your nervous twitches and friendly kisses.
When you try to break free, there he'll be
And then when you cry out from the torture
Little will he care
Little will he even watch.
So you curl up alone and pen your stories
When you try to speak there he'll be
Evil hides beneath his lashes
Red and Black, Blue and Purple
Eager to break down the glass and take you.
Many have escaped though usually not...
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Feb 2014 6:22pm
28th Feb 2014 6:22pm
10 Second Heal
We
watched as strands disappeared
stared as fingernails seemed mirrored
We
choked on words
grasped at birds
flying away with her soul
We
reached to grab hold
of the death crow, cold
She
eyes opened searching for us
arms reaching
the efforts of her actions disastrous
She
tried to swim, fly
didn't know it would make us cry
Today
we'll ask again, why
We
struggled with her memory
clawed and scratched towards chivalry
We
jumped down to brave the sea
panicked until we found the accessory...
watched as strands disappeared
stared as fingernails seemed mirrored
We
choked on words
grasped at birds
flying away with her soul
We
reached to grab hold
of the death crow, cold
She
eyes opened searching for us
arms reaching
the efforts of her actions disastrous
She
tried to swim, fly
didn't know it would make us cry
Today
we'll ask again, why
We
struggled with her memory
clawed and scratched towards chivalry
We
jumped down to brave the sea
panicked until we found the accessory...
721 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Feb 2014 6:17pm
28th Feb 2014 6:17pm
5 Second Burn
Today
started like any other day
Today
hot and burning like yesterday
but
it only took a second to change
the mood was re-arranged
the land around
suddenly strange
I looked at my shaking hands
burned and scalded
like desert sands
There
they were standing
There
once were wandering
through forests of hate
into mountains of discarded fate
out to the sun
There
they were looking
There
where they were searching
Today
started like any other day
Today
hot and burning like yesterday...
started like any other day
Today
hot and burning like yesterday
but
it only took a second to change
the mood was re-arranged
the land around
suddenly strange
I looked at my shaking hands
burned and scalded
like desert sands
There
they were standing
There
once were wandering
through forests of hate
into mountains of discarded fate
out to the sun
There
they were looking
There
where they were searching
Today
started like any other day
Today
hot and burning like yesterday...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Feb 2014 1:34pm
19th Feb 2014 1:34pm
Jungle Drums
My heart beats faster than a jungle drum
Harder than the monsoon rains
I swear you can hear it if you try
It’s bound to beat faster than the birds can fly
I listen to it and quicken my pace
I need to run, to flee from this place
There’s only one way in but two ways out
If I choose wrong I’ll scream and shout
Scream and shout
Scream and shout
My feet pound louder than a jungle drum
Slamming through rainy trees
I know you can find me if you try
They are bound to lead you right to my hide
I listen to it and...
Harder than the monsoon rains
I swear you can hear it if you try
It’s bound to beat faster than the birds can fly
I listen to it and quicken my pace
I need to run, to flee from this place
There’s only one way in but two ways out
If I choose wrong I’ll scream and shout
Scream and shout
Scream and shout
My feet pound louder than a jungle drum
Slamming through rainy trees
I know you can find me if you try
They are bound to lead you right to my hide
I listen to it and...
573 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Feb 2014 1:30pm
19th Feb 2014 1:30pm
Smokey Mountain Rain
Hold me tight
Surround me in your solace
Rain that pours through the misty fog
Rain that soaks through the smoky haze
Pull us closer
Pull us closer
Than we’ve ever been before
Smokey Mountain rain
Enfold me in your wispy clouds
Clouds that swirl low and white
Clouds that won’t follow us into the night
Pull us closer
Pull us closer
To each other wanting more
Command the hours
Support the gray green in the air
Air outside pooling and eddying on the windshield
Air inside growing deep and low as she breathes
Pull us...
Surround me in your solace
Rain that pours through the misty fog
Rain that soaks through the smoky haze
Pull us closer
Pull us closer
Than we’ve ever been before
Smokey Mountain rain
Enfold me in your wispy clouds
Clouds that swirl low and white
Clouds that won’t follow us into the night
Pull us closer
Pull us closer
To each other wanting more
Command the hours
Support the gray green in the air
Air outside pooling and eddying on the windshield
Air inside growing deep and low as she breathes
Pull us...
547 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Feb 2014 6:20pm
17th Feb 2014 6:20pm
The Charmer's Temptation II
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Feb 2014 6:15pm
17th Feb 2014 6:15pm
The Charmer's Temptation I
The thing that beats
It races
Hard and fast every time
Every time I see
I hear
I know
It’s near
This shining light
This super force
This enigma in my mind
But it’s real
Not just in my mind
Standing before me
In front of
This thing that beats
And races
Hard and fast every time
Every time
And I don’t know what I’m to do
What I’m to say
As the skin it flushes
I can feel its heat
Creeping up
Red and hot every time
Every time I see
I hear
I know
It’s near
This magnetic field
This...
It races
Hard and fast every time
Every time I see
I hear
I know
It’s near
This shining light
This super force
This enigma in my mind
But it’s real
Not just in my mind
Standing before me
In front of
This thing that beats
And races
Hard and fast every time
Every time
And I don’t know what I’m to do
What I’m to say
As the skin it flushes
I can feel its heat
Creeping up
Red and hot every time
Every time I see
I hear
I know
It’s near
This magnetic field
This...
631 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Feb 2014 11:57pm
14th Feb 2014 11:57pm
Fire
You come and stand and stay and talk
Your brown eyes seek me out like prey and hawk
But
Here’s what you don’t see
You could be so dangerous for me
I hear between these words you speak
Something longing to be closer, feeling weak
But
Here’s what you don’t know
Your tide has a dangerous undertow
You come by when you shouldn’t be here
Claiming this and that but coming straight to where I can hear
But
Here’s what you don’t feel
You’re so dangerous, your heat makes my head reel
I see what lies between your hands when you...
Your brown eyes seek me out like prey and hawk
But
Here’s what you don’t see
You could be so dangerous for me
I hear between these words you speak
Something longing to be closer, feeling weak
But
Here’s what you don’t know
Your tide has a dangerous undertow
You come by when you shouldn’t be here
Claiming this and that but coming straight to where I can hear
But
Here’s what you don’t feel
You’re so dangerous, your heat makes my head reel
I see what lies between your hands when you...
648 reads
2 Comments
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