Submissions by TheDreamDancer
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2011 4:39am
23rd Sep 2011 4:39am
Strang young girl
My past life came up to me, it was hardly a fantasy, knew it had to be a younger version of me.
Ribbons were tied in her hair; her eyes were squinted in a glare, all I could do was stare.(What was she, this demon doing so close to me?)
Smiling she outstretched her hands and I gave her a hug, knowing that all she wanted was to be loved. Her cold skin touched mine and her voice just sounded divine (she was my temptress within).
“You haven’t visited me in while…I’m here giving you a chance today that not everybody gets, to go back to your old ways, back to the olden...
Ribbons were tied in her hair; her eyes were squinted in a glare, all I could do was stare.(What was she, this demon doing so close to me?)
Smiling she outstretched her hands and I gave her a hug, knowing that all she wanted was to be loved. Her cold skin touched mine and her voice just sounded divine (she was my temptress within).
“You haven’t visited me in while…I’m here giving you a chance today that not everybody gets, to go back to your old ways, back to the olden...
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STORY POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2011 1:31pm
22nd Sep 2011 1:31pm
Joker
It starts with a twitch, it’s like an un-reversible itch, but I know just what I’m feeling…
It’s like paranoia at its best, the fluttering in my chest; and I now it won’t slow down. At least not with you hanging ‘round!!
Say off my back and I won’t have any reason to attack, I won’t have to sharpen my claws or pull out all my old voodoo dolls. In fact if I’m not provoked it’s, like I’m always soaked in the state of submissiveness!...
That was the past..
I’m sitting there with the hat that you made me, gave to me. It was supposed to be a tiara, but it turned out...
It’s like paranoia at its best, the fluttering in my chest; and I now it won’t slow down. At least not with you hanging ‘round!!
Say off my back and I won’t have any reason to attack, I won’t have to sharpen my claws or pull out all my old voodoo dolls. In fact if I’m not provoked it’s, like I’m always soaked in the state of submissiveness!...
That was the past..
I’m sitting there with the hat that you made me, gave to me. It was supposed to be a tiara, but it turned out...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2011 1:22pm
22nd Sep 2011 1:22pm
Mind Over Matter
The world is mellow, but the people are full of hate and lies; all in despise that they know nothing! Knowledge is power and yet they devour the stupidity that glows in the sky, it will be their demise, ultimately they are living zombies.
How can they discises their rage inside, in which they’ve splattered upon their page; their page in life is covered and the book of life can no longer fit in the cupboard…
(The question that we cry late at night is “what are we to do with all the souls that are in plain sight, but only to the page devours? The truth enlighteners, can they...
How can they discises their rage inside, in which they’ve splattered upon their page; their page in life is covered and the book of life can no longer fit in the cupboard…
(The question that we cry late at night is “what are we to do with all the souls that are in plain sight, but only to the page devours? The truth enlighteners, can they...
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ANGER POEM
Published
21st Sep 2011 11:51pm
21st Sep 2011 11:51pm
Accidental Killing
I stare blankly back at them, they know nothing, but what they think. The truth is that their mindset is wrong, they don’t understand. (The truth is that they don’t try to any more.)
Should I sit there at the door, staring, wanting to scream? Will my words ever seep in to their skulls? No, it deems, not to make a difference to what I do. (it’s just the two of us me and you)
I take the scolding they give me, silently, without emotion or interference.(Most of the time…its silent)
Although, sometimes I feel I can’t take it anymore, lashing out in rebellion; spitting out...
Should I sit there at the door, staring, wanting to scream? Will my words ever seep in to their skulls? No, it deems, not to make a difference to what I do. (it’s just the two of us me and you)
I take the scolding they give me, silently, without emotion or interference.(Most of the time…its silent)
Although, sometimes I feel I can’t take it anymore, lashing out in rebellion; spitting out...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Sep 2011 11:47pm
21st Sep 2011 11:47pm
Mind's ablank
So confused, words coming are shades of blues, your tone of voice, the way you choose your vocabulary ,your words, as if they were abused.
What has happened, has something bad occurred? I’m shuddering, I mean not to but I’m…scared? Sure. I don’t want you t o tell me its nothing that would be absurd…a lie …a slur..But as you start to drag it out longer…I start to think it’s something I might have to ponder, thinking is a disease, I try not to let my mind wonder….
I start to dread, wishing not to find out another soul is dead. I listen to the silence, now becoming a long...
What has happened, has something bad occurred? I’m shuddering, I mean not to but I’m…scared? Sure. I don’t want you t o tell me its nothing that would be absurd…a lie …a slur..But as you start to drag it out longer…I start to think it’s something I might have to ponder, thinking is a disease, I try not to let my mind wonder….
I start to dread, wishing not to find out another soul is dead. I listen to the silence, now becoming a long...
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STORY POEM
Published
21st Sep 2011 1:13pm
21st Sep 2011 1:13pm
White Padded Room
She’s living in the moment, standing there pill in one hand, letter in the other. Yes this one was meant for her superior lost other, he seemed to be the only one who truly loved her…
(It had all gone black, her body went slack…She thought she was on her way…and then her eyes flew open the very next day)
*clink, clink, clink*
....She had remembered taking the pill, she knew it had almost killed… her vary existence…
(At one point the ground was no more, gravity didn’t make her stick to the floor, it was a feeling of defiance)
Now she realized, she had been...
(It had all gone black, her body went slack…She thought she was on her way…and then her eyes flew open the very next day)
*clink, clink, clink*
....She had remembered taking the pill, she knew it had almost killed… her vary existence…
(At one point the ground was no more, gravity didn’t make her stick to the floor, it was a feeling of defiance)
Now she realized, she had been...
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STORY POEM
Published
21st Sep 2011 1:08pm
21st Sep 2011 1:08pm
Shut Down
Myths are traditional stories originating in a preliterate society, dealing with supernatural beings, ancestors, or heroes that serve as primordial types in a primitive view of the world…that’s what they say…
I am your Buru to your thought process, clawing and shredding at your happiness, deliberately leaving a blood trail to mark where we have been…an old scar to lick…a taste of iron…tin…
If there was a door to escape would you take it? To follow me, is to take the handle and shake it; knowing it’s locked, but in the end you think you’re going to make it.
That’s if you...
I am your Buru to your thought process, clawing and shredding at your happiness, deliberately leaving a blood trail to mark where we have been…an old scar to lick…a taste of iron…tin…
If there was a door to escape would you take it? To follow me, is to take the handle and shake it; knowing it’s locked, but in the end you think you’re going to make it.
That’s if you...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
21st Sep 2011 2:01am
21st Sep 2011 2:01am
Love shot
It was rule over cap ( I know about that, and yes, I have a knife in my boot leg pocket at that!)
Yes, I know it wasn’t vary dareing , but he was oh so scary, dressed in black; waiting for the shot that would take him back, to a time once before. How could’ve I prevented him from landing on my floor? This all started when, he showed up crying at my door...So I pressed the trigger…I guess I just figured, he didn’t want his life no more.
Now they ask me “how do you plead?” I say innocent, although I shouldn’t have been grin’en (But I know that if I had a similar incident,...
Yes, I know it wasn’t vary dareing , but he was oh so scary, dressed in black; waiting for the shot that would take him back, to a time once before. How could’ve I prevented him from landing on my floor? This all started when, he showed up crying at my door...So I pressed the trigger…I guess I just figured, he didn’t want his life no more.
Now they ask me “how do you plead?” I say innocent, although I shouldn’t have been grin’en (But I know that if I had a similar incident,...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Sep 2011 1:51am
21st Sep 2011 1:51am
Day Dream
Day Dream
I see you sitting there, your hair all messed up; you look kinda rough. Were just thrown into your own way? It’s just the start out of a brand new day!
You came over to where I was sitting, I was all smiling and ginning; you asked, so listen to my simple decisions, it my list of happiness!…
My favorite color’s purple and my favorite snacks are gingersnaps. I love gazing at the stares, I’m always wondering, where my favorite people are. Now I seem to like the way you are…That’s just the start.
I’m high on Mountain Laurel, half the time I’m in some sort...
I see you sitting there, your hair all messed up; you look kinda rough. Were just thrown into your own way? It’s just the start out of a brand new day!
You came over to where I was sitting, I was all smiling and ginning; you asked, so listen to my simple decisions, it my list of happiness!…
My favorite color’s purple and my favorite snacks are gingersnaps. I love gazing at the stares, I’m always wondering, where my favorite people are. Now I seem to like the way you are…That’s just the start.
I’m high on Mountain Laurel, half the time I’m in some sort...
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Sep 2011 1:43pm
20th Sep 2011 1:43pm
China Doll
I refuse to be what I used to be, so many times in the past I was brought down on my knees, emotionally, physically, back then It didn’t matter to me all I could see was people lining up to beat down on me. They told me to stand up take it like a woman should, that all I did was for the good of them, like a bible hymn, they taunted me ritually, and back then I couldn’t see, what they apparently had to see, so they pounded down on me. You see? To be different took audacity, to be defiant enough to stand up and leave, they wouldn’t let me be. “How could we, she’s our perfect little rag doll in...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
20th Sep 2011 1:39pm
20th Sep 2011 1:39pm
Weaver
Weaver
Fate’s trusted pet
Faith’s soul believer
Destiny’s simple over comer
My own over ”Achiever”
I’m sitting in their spell; I’m an over thinker and to think, now I’ve found out, they’re a natural dream weaver.
The weave that’s they’ve woken doesn’t need to be spoken. Silver strings spun so tight around me, yet you sleep soundly through the night. Even the dawn of light, can’t break it, it just forsaken it…
(More than a few years ago I gained my power, at my young age I didn’t act like a coward. I’m pretty share they can handle it; if they can get over...
Fate’s trusted pet
Faith’s soul believer
Destiny’s simple over comer
My own over ”Achiever”
I’m sitting in their spell; I’m an over thinker and to think, now I’ve found out, they’re a natural dream weaver.
The weave that’s they’ve woken doesn’t need to be spoken. Silver strings spun so tight around me, yet you sleep soundly through the night. Even the dawn of light, can’t break it, it just forsaken it…
(More than a few years ago I gained my power, at my young age I didn’t act like a coward. I’m pretty share they can handle it; if they can get over...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
20th Sep 2011 1:03am
20th Sep 2011 1:03am
A way it was...
S.C*
How do you know, you know?
When the guns are about to blow. When you’re backed up against the wall, with nowhere to go.
They say trust your instincts but they seem a bit slow. The fight deems impossible, so you choose to show your capabilities to fly solo; but no, maybe that wasn’t the right decision. So you go back and try reload. The gun won’t cock, still your colors glow. To live for it is your life, until you croak. That is the way; you were born in to it, so hang your head low.
It’s all because you don’t know, you know?
*Members.*
The axe of life swings...
How do you know, you know?
When the guns are about to blow. When you’re backed up against the wall, with nowhere to go.
They say trust your instincts but they seem a bit slow. The fight deems impossible, so you choose to show your capabilities to fly solo; but no, maybe that wasn’t the right decision. So you go back and try reload. The gun won’t cock, still your colors glow. To live for it is your life, until you croak. That is the way; you were born in to it, so hang your head low.
It’s all because you don’t know, you know?
*Members.*
The axe of life swings...
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