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 Aug 2014
CharlesC
we watch a stream
encountering its banks
or the progress of
mowing of grass..
and feel the interacting
one side and its other
the stream with the bank
the bank with the stream
mowing and grass
separations joining
until watching tires
bows and dissolves
to Awareness
which Knows only
itself...
 Aug 2014
Jay Bryant
She inspires me to write,
When I think of her words bubble to the surface of my mind.
Literary comprehension this is what she brings to me.
Balancing thoughts and emotions of love happiness.
She has become the scale to my brain.
The sight of her face is what moves the blood through my veins.
My eyes were made for her so without the sigh of her I'll go blind.
I'm grateful she allows me to see.
Poem from 2010
 Aug 2014
Dark Jewel
When I was young,
I would stand by the lake.
Watching the cascading ripples,
Of Aqua Marine.

They would show me memories,
Dreams...
Fantasies.

I would breathe,
Not choking on stale air.
Not suffocating,
On the reality of life.

I felt free.
Free...
As the wolf inside of me.

Sometimes though,
You have to return.
To keep making a living,
To survive this world.

Maybe,
There is more than meets..
The eye.
 Aug 2014
NuurSeraph
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Here lies below a (very) brief list to review, welcome to my nightmares,
I bid you adieu....

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Back in the day, when I was a kid
I'd so many nightmares, oh Yes! indeed I did.
There were monsters in my closet and under my bed, gnomes that would hunt me and hags on my chest.
Zombies were mobbing, roaming my street, right out of Thriller, minus the beat.
I would get so scared that I'd tremble at night, restlessly sweating, awaiting the Creeps, I muffled my sobbing under my sheets.
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So, now that we've visited those very few, let's look on to my Teens for new mares to review.
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Sooo....Nighttime falls, and here we go, where I meet up with sleepers, ghouls, the undead, on stretch of empty highway, I'm deserted with dread, except for the drones swooping down overhead.
I've had my fair share of falling dreams, nighttime terrors, and muffled screams, ones where I'm blind, buried alive or running like molasses while helplessly knowing that something is coming to do me harm, all filled with a chill~guaranteed to alarm.
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As I grew older, into my twenties, I'd dream of ex~lovers, back then I'd had plenty.
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Some were seductive yet chillingly cold, setting a jealous scene to unfold. Some were so vicious, I would wake up crying, still others were heartless and hauntingly frightening in their callous displays of cheating and lying.
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Of course, now in my thirties most of my mares center upon guilt, and regretful dispairs.
Reliving my shame, the losses and tragedies, taunting me with the full scope of all my inadequacies.
I still often get the nighttime paralysis, I can't move a muscle, though lucidly I realize that this time the fight seems to come from inside.

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So now that I've shared an abbreviated list of some of my nightmares, well, you get the gist.

I hope you've enjoyed a jolly good read, just don't be afraid when it's your time to sleep.

**EN SCENCE
For a more detailed recollection of any one dream, give me a holler or a blood curdled scream.
:-)) Sweet Dreams :-))
 Aug 2014
Mrs Ashley Somebody
I am fire & ice
I am forward motion
I am strength & determination
I am going, going gone.

I am everything you want to see
Focused and pummeling
Going where no others go
I will never stop pushing.


But there's a secret side to me
That you ain't gonna ever see
There's a lie that hides deep in me
That you wouldn't even believe.

I am trying to fight
Straining for a light
I am dying inside
Failed every time I tried.

I'm caving in to pressure
Missing the boat, missing by a mile
Life's beating me a hundred to one
The water over my head gets higher and higher.

So stop if you think I'm perfect
Stop if you think I'm what it's all about
I'm burning, true, burning to ashes
So someone douse me before I burn out.

I put on a show
I give you what you see
You see me through a haze of lies
But the backstage sees the broken me.

I burn from the inside out sometimes
When my heart likes to collapse
But sometimes it's outside in
From this life's raps & taps.

Someone gave me hope once
They told me to keep my chin up
Held me when I was crying
Helped me to get back up.

I've known that when life is harder
When I want to give in to those lies
I can't hide behind myself too long
When they know, it'll be no surprise.

I want to be someone's hope
Someone to warm their heart
I want to give them joy to believe in
Maybe acknowledging my pain is a start.
 Aug 2014
Mrs Ashley Somebody
Today I think the world has latched
Onto the climate of my soul:
For now, not only have I a shivering heart,
But all those around me are cold.
 Aug 2014
NuurSeraph
She is a Changeling
Born is She to Shift
Torn away from lasting molds
She lives a life~
Unspoken, Untold.

I could not bear to waste away Her Magnificence if as like trash~
She is a Whirling Dervish, a Spirit Blessed of the highest Caste.

A Hurricane in the Breeze,
a Resurrection, my Reverie.
Bless her Soul, She has Suffered Well, her Legacy, only Time will Tell.

Her Secrets though I dare not proclaim, won't be for naught, Shall She Rise to Reign, it is only through Her that our Truths are revealed, I bow in Awe, in Prayer I Kneel, my Faith She will Test, my Heart She shall Heal.

                Born is She~the One.

Daughter of Fire, no longer shall be concealed.

                     It is She~the One.

          ~*the Seventh of the Seven Seals.
~ Inspired by Ancient Sacred Texts
 Aug 2014
Mrs Ashley Somebody
Try
What keeps you from your life
is that you don't know what it is:
You have no words for its delights,
its triumphs,
nor its disappointments,
and the occasional death you live through.
Your words, the language you speak,
have not the vocabulary you seek;
Your life, the days that you live,
Pass you by, too fast to forgive.
Life is too complicated to put
into the frail words we call English.

But that's never stopped anyone from trying.
 Aug 2014
Mrs Ashley Somebody
Deep inside, you're not the one
You always wished that you were
You're worse than the average,
Better than what you expect;
What they gonna do with you?
You're the one they need the most.
 Aug 2014
Mrs Ashley Somebody
Be the one who loves,
And be someone more than you;
You know there is more—
Life lives off of ones like you,
Ones who give more than they have.
 Aug 2014
Hannah Beth
Over the course of my skirmish with sleeplessness
More has been learned than I care to admit.
Although frequently,
I am blinded by frustration.
Coupled with the vicious need to sleep
And lack of.
But I have learned.

I have learned to acknowledge
The transition of dark to day
A process
I often neglected to think of before.
It is easier, I have found,
To pick yourself up
From the depths of your mind
When you are stood side by side
With a sun rising so bright.

I have learned of change,
And its magnificence.
Not long ago it was one more thing to be shunned,
A curse.
I once feared the unknown and unexplored
Unaware of the ever-morphing cycle outside my window
Spanning each and every season of the year.

I have learned of time
And the abundance of it carelessly slept away
In the panic of eluding reality.

I have learned of every birdsong sang
outside the outer glass of my window
A single composition
that had once sounded like a clone
a carbon copy of those previously heard
now a sweet waking melody
it emerges from the dark.

I have learned of the quiet and stillness
That is essential to knowing oneself.
All distractions put to bed
My company is my own.
And in the absence of sleep,
I have made a friend in my self.
I've been suffering of terrible insomnia this past while, but there's been a lot of positives to this whole experience too. You learn a lot about yourself when you're bored off your bonnet in the middle of the night haha
 Aug 2014
Josh
A choice along one direction leads
to consequential choices based on quasi-essential needs.
And countless more directions;
some more pointless than they seem.
Each with unique-essential implications;
all random in their themes.

And when faced with new directions,
we all enjoy equating means.
There are sub-directions and sudden choices;
some with supplicatory pleas.
Yes, implication's long duration is an invisible machine.
A meta-physical motivation to a person and their genes.

Personally, my own choices corresponded
to these unlimited extremes.
To these tiny little time-transporters
that fit us into teams.
And I thought I'd reached a choice;
was on its corresponding way.
I followed down its passageways and subdomains
for consequential days.

And from the way that we all network,
I have come to the belief
that our decisions implicate
the parts that aggregate beneath.
Yes, every person has these combinations
aggregate throughout their lives.
And by the afore-mentioned complications,
They (eventually) divide to warring sides.

On one side is destruction;
On the other, love resides.
If you make the wrong decision
then these forces, they collide.
To catastrophic implications
and such damage done inside.

But if you're able to pause for just a moment
and hold them side-by-side.
You will find the sort of peace
that only finds those who have died.

And suddenly life becomes so simple;
no more chances need be applied.
Just one choice and two directions
Lie in front of your own eyes.
You feel quite amazing in
proportion to this fantastic new sensation.
As one choice takes you to destruction;
the other leads you to salvation.
It's the truest self-realization
and it's there for you to take it.
There's a chance of your damnation...
but, see, only you can make it.
 Aug 2014
Mrs Ashley Somebody
Inside my chest lies an anomaly,
An anatomical wonder;
Inside me lives my triangle heart,
Ever torn asunder.

No rounded edges has my soul,
'Cause chafers gon' chafe;
It beats irregular the time,
Like constant battle strafe.

Often dead my heart's become,
Silent as the grave;
Resuscitated by the shock,
Its walls have nearly caved.

No weather wears the pointy ends,
And no waves caress the stone;
My heart lies cold and rough within,
Pleased to be alone.

No harm has knocked upon its doors,
Nor has its core been touched;
Indeed, my heart has felt no warmth
Since you replaced its flesh.
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