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Being Enlightened
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Awoken from a dream
A scream on my lips
Cold sweat covering me
Shaking violently
Uneasy
Tears in my eyes
Why can't I remember?
What was it all about?
A scream on my lips
Cold sweat covering me
Shaking violently
Uneasy
Tears in my eyes
Why can't I remember?
What was it all about?
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
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This, to me, seems like the opener to a series of poems, ya know?
Like... this is Part I. Part II tells a different story but is related... the readers just don't realize it yet. AND YOU DON'T TELL THEM!!! No Part I titles.
The idea is exciting!
It certainly is an exciting idea!
**does excited dance**
spooky halloweener
Try to breathe quietly
So the evil will not hear me
Try to stop shivering
So the evil will not feel me
Try to hear it coming
Was that a noise?
Breath caught in my throat
Still as a statue
Where is it?
Why cant' I hear it?
Should I peek over the sheet?
Do I have the nerve?
ok, I'm scared,
I need to look,
should I drop the covers,
ok, I've got to see,
I'll just slowly lower the covers
right below my eyes and peep.
ok, take a deep breath, here I go.
CLICK, CLICK, CLICK
what's that sound,
where the hell is my cellphone,
this shit ain't funny any more.
November 14, 2003
Wakened, dazed
blind and naked
in the wake of scary dreams
How'd I make it
all the way here
naked, half asleep?
Vivid dreaming
sent me fleeing
naked as a lark
To wake naked
dazed and freezing
in my neighbor's yard
With the shrinkage I'd endure, I should probably pose as Michaelangelo's David.
I think I will have a peek over the sheet after all!
the sound came
over the fortress walls of sleep
and into my reality
that i lie in bed
alone, again
not physically, but still...
i laughed myself awake
dreamt a picture
my sweet sire
never knew i kept
and my eyes dried
as i fell back in
knowing too well
the thread was gone
Just under my eyes
I open my eyes
All I can see is darkness
But I sense something
In that dark
Makes me fear
I'm afraid to step on the floor
What's lurking underneath the bed
What if it grabs my ankle
And pulls me down
Into oblivion
But I must
I can't be like this
I start to let the cover go
Sit on the edge of the bed
Ankles hanging over the side
Hey, nobody's grabbed them
I lean over slightly
And that's when I felt the push
From behind me
And I realized
That my bed was floating in oblivion
And now I'm falling, falling, falling
Calling...
needless to say,there was all kinds of room between the mattress and the floor for lots of monsters to hang.......
fuckers.
I hated sleeping with the closet door open, I thought there were lots of creepy creatures ready to pounce out at any minute and at least if the door was closed----they couldn't get out. Then, I'd only have to deal with the fuckers under the bed!
i still think i will see this guy outside my window if i look out in the night.......he's haunted me for a long time........i read about this guy in one of those "stange tales" books when i was in the 4th grade........
determined to confront
his fears that lurk in the dark
the boy opens his curtains
peers out into the gloom
shadows dance upon the lawn
as the man in the moon
smiles at him with a mouthful of fangs
wide eyed with terror
the boy watches
as a ghoul appears
from behind the tree
carrying a coffin on his back
setting the box on the ground
the creature points to the child
then opens the lid
unleashing a wave of colours
thats transenceds the dimensions
horrified he watches his dreams
released into the blackness
replaced by his form
lying dead in the casket
tears soak his sheets
as he watches himself
decompose into dust
wondering what good is a boy
whos dreams have vanished into the night
Oooooo, very creepy! I love it!
next time you think of or have this dream think of the ghoul as a really cool cat wearing beautiful tye dYE t-shirt and when he let's your rainbow dreams escape onto the large black star canvas tell him you don't dig his reason for being such a down dude and melt him with your heart and when he starts to run let the tye dye
die your dreams again man.
LET THEm RUN into the white satinof that stupid coffin.
hug the monster.
Looking at a broken chair
Holding hands to broken children
Running and hiding
From the broken man
Sloshing threw the thickend snot
Trying to find the perfect spot
Where eyes can't see us holding hands
Where he can't finds us
Broken man
Slamming doors
Slamming feet
Slamming me
On my cheeks
Protecting them
I can not do
Bent over backwards
To cover their view
The broken man
The broken man
His teeth I see
The metal of his gun
He points at me
The broken man
The broken man
Pulls the trigger
Shatters my teeth
Shatters the window
I pretend that I can't breath
Not a motion I make
Not a blink
Not a twitch
That he can see
He leaves me there
And spits on me
He leaves me there
Shattered teeth
Shattered children
A broken chair
I try to breathe
In the moans and whimpers
Crys of my children
As I listen
A breath is too far gone
I breathe no more
The last one was drawn
Awakened from this nights sleep
The buzzing of my alarm clocks' beep
I wrote these words for those who care
To visit inside my nightmare
Money for the poor
Hate is for the insecure
War is for the weak