I have decided, as a way to exercise my creative juices, I'm going to start posting my dreams. It will be a great way to (hopefully) improve my memory and work on my dusty writing. I haven't been in the creative writing mood lately, so hopefully this will help... Last night, my boyfriend called me … Continue reading Dream Journal- Part One: Grim Reaper
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Waking Dream
I've never seen green so dark On a tree two-stories tall Catching the rain as it falls. I look through a window Like a TV screen And everything feels fake Including me.
Wildest Dreams: Midnight
Dear Journal, It was midnight. I was up like usual, writing that poem on the left page. It was a Saturday, so I knew I wouldn't hear from him. Weekends are the hardest. They linger like an unpleasant odor. Soured like rotten milk. And my guts feel like twisted steel. Most Saturdays I spend biting … Continue reading Wildest Dreams: Midnight
Living The Dream
Here I am again. I think this is even the same parking space I used yesterday... No, I was over one space. Staring into the tree' skinny and twisted spine. The thin dark green leaves popping out at me. But it all feels like a dream. And I wish, instead of seeing through the thicket … Continue reading Living The Dream
Rabbit Hole
There's a humming in my brain A pounding in my chest A ringing in my ear From the voice that knows me best And your eyes Pull me into my demise. Like glowing embers they burn Around the center of gravity Your black hole it pulls Me into insanity Here I go Down the rabbit … Continue reading Rabbit Hole
For The Heartbreak
It feels like I'm walking through a dream And all I want to do is scream Without you Without you. Walking through the fog, Searching for the sun, but it's gone Where are you? Where are you? There's a hole in my chest Filled with emptiness Thank you Thank you...
I Am a Storm
I am a storm People usually run and hide from those What are you going to do When the illusion I keep up falls And you see me for what I truly am?
Baby Girl
I've held her Once In a dream I breathed her scent She was real to me. When I awoke I was left Empty. Longing For my baby girl Desiring completion That was never Real.
I don’t want to move
A poem I wrote while being EXTREMELY lazy :] I don't want to move Not an inch I feel restless and grumpy Like the Grinch I don't want to play Just go away Leave me here to decay. I don't want to move Let me sleep Keep my prince Away from me In my … Continue reading I don’t want to move