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Emily Mitchell Feb 2020
Veiled by Spring's grey mist
bare mountaintops shyly hide
unsure when to bloom...
Nature poem based on the Cloudy mountaintops I saw one morning... written (3/28/ 13)
Emily Mitchell Feb 2020
Dreams flow, come and go...
vague shadows,  like silk slipping
swiftly through my grasp...
More dream poems
Emily Mitchell Feb 2020
Dreaming deep I rest
wrapped in my bed's warm embrace
beneath night's dark veil.
Another dream haiku
Emily Mitchell Feb 2020
During days domain
we are bound by what we see
merely with our eyes.

locked and wound with chains
are the doors of time and space
their keys hide in dreams...

In sleep we are free
to see the world in new light
with boundless power...

Eternal moment.
A lifetime in an hour
never to forget...

Unlocked and Unbound
we fly through Realms wild and strange Freed by the dream's gift.
This is from one of my dream journals...
Emily Mitchell Feb 2020
Sinking slowly down
Into the silent darkness
How far will I fall?

Fear, like an old friend,
catches me in cold embrace
freezing me in place.

Familiar unknown
memories like faded scars
half-remembered pain.

Shining silver streak,
fine claws trace down the tear's path
trailing bright rubies.

I will not recall,
you who starves in solitude,
after I'm awake.

Patiently you'll prowl,
at the edge of every dream,
waiting to break through...

or for me to fall,
down into your arms again
once more in your thrall.
This is another opening poem for a dream journal ...this one is the 2020 Edition... I realized I had never written a dream poem about a nightmare... I always focus on good dreams because that's what I have mostly.. I don't often have nightmares so I figured if there was one waiting for me it would get awfully lonesome and prowl about like a feral Beast that image was so spooky and irresistible... as was the Edward Scissorhands-like moment where the nightmare, in curious wonder, traces the tear trail down the cheek of the terrified Dreamer only to leave a bleeding **** behind because it's very nature is to frighten and cause pain... it has no fingers to touch with or words to speak...
I am generally a very positive person so it was strange and interesting trying to write something creepy and dark it was a fun challenge and I think it turned out pretty well. >w<
Emily Mitchell Mar 2018
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This was an experiment with vertical type. .. X'D we'll see if it worked. .. haiku...

...conclusion. ..waaaay more trouble than it is worth. .. X'D hahaha
Emily Mitchell Mar 2018
Dreams flying like time
Through the skies of our mind's eye
Mysteries within...
2nd dream journal haiku
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