Submissions by TheDreamDancer
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Nov 2011 2:01am
20th Nov 2011 2:01am
steal lace
Steel lace...
i feel no pain...
The mental picture of years ago,
leaves blood stains inside me.
Eventually i cry out,
at this point i have no shame,
help me,
its driving me crazy to feel this way.
i have mixed emotions about everything in the world today...
No please don't go,
wait with me a few more minutes?
i know that you have to go,
but for me please stay...
i need you the most to take the gashes and the scares from the last steel lace away,
just help me heal myself enough for me to savor the taste of the new...
i feel no pain...
The mental picture of years ago,
leaves blood stains inside me.
Eventually i cry out,
at this point i have no shame,
help me,
its driving me crazy to feel this way.
i have mixed emotions about everything in the world today...
No please don't go,
wait with me a few more minutes?
i know that you have to go,
but for me please stay...
i need you the most to take the gashes and the scares from the last steel lace away,
just help me heal myself enough for me to savor the taste of the new...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
9th Nov 2011 3:02am
9th Nov 2011 3:02am
...Not a good idea
o.k i had a thought yesterday...er was it the day before?
It doesn't matter at this point because i realized on thing that will never change...
We are all Soul Hookers, we were intentionally over thousands of years, bred this way.
Yes, even the Nun that would be running after me , slashing holy water on my body for screaming this "profundity" in the house of god, and in her church no less, is a Classified Soul Hooker...No wait, no, no, i"m wrong, she would be a Soul Slut...and God would be her Pimp.
With this philosophy in mind, i went up to my...
It doesn't matter at this point because i realized on thing that will never change...
We are all Soul Hookers, we were intentionally over thousands of years, bred this way.
Yes, even the Nun that would be running after me , slashing holy water on my body for screaming this "profundity" in the house of god, and in her church no less, is a Classified Soul Hooker...No wait, no, no, i"m wrong, she would be a Soul Slut...and God would be her Pimp.
With this philosophy in mind, i went up to my...
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Nov 2011 2:07am
9th Nov 2011 2:07am
blind to shades of life
A fight inside me occurs making my decisions jagged,
like the wrong type of knife cutting skin slowly.
...i sit there and spaze over the small ribbons of skin laying on the floor...dam i got carried away again...
I preview over my days,
my nights,
my weeks,
my months,
my years living here.
i like to think of it all as a moderate ying to yang ratio, but to night to the picture i've added another stroke to the black side of the canvas.
i twitch internally i made the score over powering to the white,
the innocence,
the once of...
like the wrong type of knife cutting skin slowly.
...i sit there and spaze over the small ribbons of skin laying on the floor...dam i got carried away again...
I preview over my days,
my nights,
my weeks,
my months,
my years living here.
i like to think of it all as a moderate ying to yang ratio, but to night to the picture i've added another stroke to the black side of the canvas.
i twitch internally i made the score over powering to the white,
the innocence,
the once of...
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STORY POEM
Published
24th Oct 2011 2:53am
24th Oct 2011 2:53am
The Night
The night it steals me, it takes me away.
The night brings the darkness, it no longer scares me
the stars that takes me to you,
please let me on my way,
for now forget the up coming day.
The night is sweet to me
here i can see you freely,
hold onto you needfully,
kiss you longingly,
we can escape here,
unlike during the day.
The night it sends chills through me, as i welcome it warmly,
happily,
crossing over to the other side,
my body feels colder without you, but still pulsates,
i stay there till the morning...
The night brings the darkness, it no longer scares me
the stars that takes me to you,
please let me on my way,
for now forget the up coming day.
The night is sweet to me
here i can see you freely,
hold onto you needfully,
kiss you longingly,
we can escape here,
unlike during the day.
The night it sends chills through me, as i welcome it warmly,
happily,
crossing over to the other side,
my body feels colder without you, but still pulsates,
i stay there till the morning...
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Sep 2011 11:53am
29th Sep 2011 11:53am
i am Dysfunctional
Go on, slaughter me,
I am dysfunctional.
One thought goes left,
I go right.
I say one thing and mean other in light.
I am a hypocrite, yes.
I am a liar, sure.
I am selfish my mother tells me, others have said the same so, so why not?!
I am fucking blind.
I do not care.
I do not pay attention.
I do not sympathize.
I do not try to e-rationalize.
I do not understand
I make no sense.
I did not try.
I am perfectly sane on the inside.
You shoved...
I am dysfunctional.
One thought goes left,
I go right.
I say one thing and mean other in light.
I am a hypocrite, yes.
I am a liar, sure.
I am selfish my mother tells me, others have said the same so, so why not?!
I am fucking blind.
I do not care.
I do not pay attention.
I do not sympathize.
I do not try to e-rationalize.
I do not understand
I make no sense.
I did not try.
I am perfectly sane on the inside.
You shoved...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Sep 2011 3:54am
27th Sep 2011 3:54am
time..
Is it time for tea or time to dine, the time for games, the time to die?
Is it the time to smile my Cheshire cat grin, at the sky, waiting for it to begin?
Is it time for panic the time for hope, the time like the titanic waiting to float?
Is it the time for new beginnings, or is it the end?
Either way the time is 11:59, your life is how you want to descend.
...Thank you love for the inspiration
Is it the time to smile my Cheshire cat grin, at the sky, waiting for it to begin?
Is it time for panic the time for hope, the time like the titanic waiting to float?
Is it the time for new beginnings, or is it the end?
Either way the time is 11:59, your life is how you want to descend.
...Thank you love for the inspiration
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Sep 2011 3:48am
27th Sep 2011 3:48am
They don"t believe me
No one believes me,
‘Understand the rules of loves of love’
It’s actually not that easy.
People perfectly fitting together still amazes me.
When I hear child fairy tales
I hope to leave it,
because one day they’ll finally see it.
No one’s perfect, unless they’re circuited.
That will be today’s fantasies,
robot entities’.
Girls minds being hooked up to computer generated MEN, THAT HAVE
A COIN SLOT IN THEM.
‘Understand the rules of loves of love’
It’s actually not that easy.
People perfectly fitting together still amazes me.
When I hear child fairy tales
I hope to leave it,
because one day they’ll finally see it.
No one’s perfect, unless they’re circuited.
That will be today’s fantasies,
robot entities’.
Girls minds being hooked up to computer generated MEN, THAT HAVE
A COIN SLOT IN THEM.
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Sep 2011 5:15pm
25th Sep 2011 5:15pm
oppotunity
It hurt my head to be highly opinionated about your self suicidal-ness
Your loneliness,
Your-self-made-mess
The blood isn’t coming just yet.
You cry, but don’t you forget.
Don’t let your brain fall out covered in damp maggots.
Save all the wondrous memories, lock them away.
Don’t pay attention to the framers and what they have to say.
Everyone wants to help you out, but it’s the true friends that don’t except to get paid.
They’ll scare those demon-us shadows away and their love will shine out in rays.
...
Your loneliness,
Your-self-made-mess
The blood isn’t coming just yet.
You cry, but don’t you forget.
Don’t let your brain fall out covered in damp maggots.
Save all the wondrous memories, lock them away.
Don’t pay attention to the framers and what they have to say.
Everyone wants to help you out, but it’s the true friends that don’t except to get paid.
They’ll scare those demon-us shadows away and their love will shine out in rays.
...
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Sep 2011 4:53pm
25th Sep 2011 4:53pm
Illision
Should I feel it though?
The sort of hollow feeling, that supposedly cold sheet, that comes over you; when you do something wrong? Days go by and it never arrives.
I stay out of everybody’s way, things seem to get better. I know it’s an illusion but I bury myself in its mists of it. (I know it’s not better)
I smile, although tears stream down my face; I smile, they’re wiped away quickly when others come by.
*smirk*(my pride)
I like to live in the illusion of it; it makes things a bit…Easier…To always seem happy and at peace, kills all questions of...
The sort of hollow feeling, that supposedly cold sheet, that comes over you; when you do something wrong? Days go by and it never arrives.
I stay out of everybody’s way, things seem to get better. I know it’s an illusion but I bury myself in its mists of it. (I know it’s not better)
I smile, although tears stream down my face; I smile, they’re wiped away quickly when others come by.
*smirk*(my pride)
I like to live in the illusion of it; it makes things a bit…Easier…To always seem happy and at peace, kills all questions of...
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Sep 2011 8:07pm
24th Sep 2011 8:07pm
Wing less little one
Thank you for all that you’ve done my Wingless Little One.
She goes around trying to help good souls; she wants nothing but to make a little sun. My determined wingless angel, holding up our peace gun….
Will you run like the mindless sheep or embrace the loyalty everlasting
… The love?
She goes around trying to help good souls; she wants nothing but to make a little sun. My determined wingless angel, holding up our peace gun….
Will you run like the mindless sheep or embrace the loyalty everlasting
… The love?
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Sep 2011 7:54pm
24th Sep 2011 7:54pm
Drowning
Help me they’re drowning, in what they think is their own sea…
In the same boat, blind folded…They think they’re in to deep…
“Let them eat me”, they scream, “Let the Fates daughters’ scheme, let the Reaper dream.”
Now there’s too much negativity running through me. Their pain becomes my pain. I see them try to thrive, breath into life, so I claw at their eyes. Through them a mental life preserver and hope they survive, not just for their sake but for mine.
The sad thing is that sometimes they catch it, sometimes they don’t…
It’s all up to them… I...
In the same boat, blind folded…They think they’re in to deep…
“Let them eat me”, they scream, “Let the Fates daughters’ scheme, let the Reaper dream.”
Now there’s too much negativity running through me. Their pain becomes my pain. I see them try to thrive, breath into life, so I claw at their eyes. Through them a mental life preserver and hope they survive, not just for their sake but for mine.
The sad thing is that sometimes they catch it, sometimes they don’t…
It’s all up to them… I...
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STORY POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2011 4:44am
23rd Sep 2011 4:44am
Fangs
She’s sitting alone, in her magical world which she calls her own, feeling that something soon would happen. (She felt slightly unprepared; she wondered if she should bear a suit of armor.)
Her tail twitched in anticipation, in a way, waiting for something unusual to occur; deciphering it would be hard to understand, like Latin. (Although it was to be smooth and painless, like smocked drugged sateen)
There was no slight hesitation, when all of a sudden someone reached a hand in to her mystical world beckoning her to come to this one. Walking slowly to the portal, she was...
Her tail twitched in anticipation, in a way, waiting for something unusual to occur; deciphering it would be hard to understand, like Latin. (Although it was to be smooth and painless, like smocked drugged sateen)
There was no slight hesitation, when all of a sudden someone reached a hand in to her mystical world beckoning her to come to this one. Walking slowly to the portal, she was...
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