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Dae Staebell Jun 2016
Dreaming a dream so dreary
Upon a bed of fire lilies
Where fear flocks and sorrows sleep
To a grove abandoned where she weeps

Dreaming a dream so dreary
Upon callous thoughts so weary
Clasped in a white veil
Seeing maroon on a visage pale

Dreaming a dream so dreary
Upon a cries in a clearing
Silent shrieks that haunt me I find
A walking corpse in pearl delight

Dreaming a dream so dreary
Upon a nightmare without meaning
To and fro wolves do roam on the rim
A hunt in this abyss for my kin

Dreaming a dream so dreary
I smell familiar blood and feel weary
A mangled corpse lies in slumber
What a nightmare, what a curse

Dreaming a dream so dreary
A solitary hunt so eerie
Hunger sated and thirst quelled
Will I ever wake or is this my hell?
Dae Staebell Apr 2016
A love so forlorn and so lost
A hopeless and helpless love
Hunters poach her heart
While I slumber behind like a watchdog
Should she stray I nudge and guide
Trailing on her skirt tails in the moonlight
A fools requiem chasing a lunar phantom
Dreamer's scenery, doomed to forget
I pray for empathy but do not embrace it
Resolve long from forgotten
Ever the faithful companion
As I trail behind in field of forget me nots
Collecting the pieces
To put her back together again
This has two forms. Can be taken literal as a canine companion or pet and how they provide great emotional recovery or therapy or can be seen as being a friend for someone and keeping them going
Dae Staebell Jan 2016
Paper mache hearts
Origami bodies
Folded in cranes
Molded into what ought to be

Fear in flight
Wings beating endlessly
Trying to fly
To places we will never reach

Our hopes torn
Turning into scraps of vellum
Drifting down lightly
On to brittle phellem

Thoughts become calligraphy
Ever so beautiful
But antique
To remind us we are frail
     In this paper mache world
Life art hope pain paper
Dae Staebell Jan 2016
Dreaming desperately
In the hope I may find you there again
Girl who is nameless
But I can not bring myself to name you

I go to sleep
Making sure you will be there
To drive off the night terrors
You will won't you, girl who is nameless

Dreaming desperately
In the hope I may find you there again
Girl who is nameless
But I can not being myself to name you

I can not remember your name
But I remember your face
Your hair, your laugh, your smile
Soothing my mind girl who is nameless

Dreaming desperately
In the hope I may find you there again
Girl who is nameless
But I can not being myself to name you

I wake up knowing I might forget
But try frantically not to
As you might fade into nothingness
Please stay with me girl who is nameless

Dreaming desperately
In the hope I may find you there again
Girl who is nameless
But I can not being myself to name you

You are all I have in these auspicious nights
Where my thoughts linger
To become haunting things
Do not let me fear, girl who is nameless

Dreaming desperately
In the hope I may find you there again
Girl who is nameless
But I can not being myself to name you

What is your name I wonder?
They say people in dreams
Are ones met or seen
So tell me why I can not say it girl who is nameless

Dreaming desperately
In the hope I may find you there again
Girl who is nameless
But I can not being myself to name you
Dae Staebell Jan 2016
As a poet
I seek to give words
A form of sorts
I feel as though I am a blacksmith
The hammer a pen
The paper my anvil
Words the steel
Viciously shapeless at first
Once refined, beautifully curved
Tempered with my emotion
To form a crafted sword
Not meant to pierce flesh
But instead the soul
Surface can be of gilded gold
Ornate and pretty
A blade meant to dazzle and woo
I say this resolutely, absolutely
Because in the breath of a sentence
One can live **forever
A poem about the impact poetry can can have and what better way to describe than to say you're a craftsman of sorts
Dae Staebell Jan 2016
We recede back into the depths
Our minds harboring tangled webs
Giving credence to griefs and sorrows
Preferring to live in the past
We retrace footsteps back to the beginning
Fantasizing other routes
Of chances never taken
Alas that is all we do
Circumnavigating parts we already lived
On our long search for bliss
We find ourselves mesmerized by angst
Forever tormenting fragile hearts
Like once was not enough
Wandering awake we are black and grey
Daydreaming our eyes see more vividly
We lay tired but never sleep
Cogs of our fantasies turning evermore
Insomnia such a faithful companion
Never wanting to leave us alone
For those who have trouble falling asleep. My mind often revisits places I've already wondering if I could've changed it as all people do. I often see young teens write about similar subjects as I once did but now I've lived a few more years I can write about it more beautifully.
Dae Staebell Jan 2016
Once upon a time
There was a Girl and a Wolf
One in hunger
The other on the brink of fear
The girl shivers and cries
Collapsing as her legs go numb
She wipes away her tears
And she clears her eyes
To see glowing eyes at the forest fringe
A place she was told never to venture
For a she-wolf roamed that wood
One with no pack
One that her grandfather told stories of
One whose hunger could never be satiated
She has heard the horrible tales
Ones that caused a tradition
To spring in fear of it
It was said the beast could never die
There was a chilling curse
Set on that tangled wood
That caused this she beast to be immortal
But the little one had to go
A child's curiosity is never quelled
So she edged ever so close
Leaving a trail in snow
Battered velvet dress
Starting to tear
Fingertips moving at a crawl
The eyes at the edge have lost the sparkle
She can see the beasts battered fangs
No growl, no howl, no sound at all
The white wolf did not pounce
Not like one should
The child had prepared
Steeled her fragile heart
Waiting for fangs to puncture
Moving her small hand ever so slow
She reached under her frozen dress
Revealing her father's ****
Laying it the edge of the wood
To feed the she-wolf
The wolf's eyes never blinked
Frozen as the weather itself
So they sat gazing at one another
The girl gazed and gazed
Inside this creatures black eyes
She found the reason
Why the wolf patrolled the edge of the wood
Like a fleeting shadow
Inside that wolf was not a beast
But a woman instead
Beautiful she was
That brought tears to men's eyes
This princess of sorts
Was the Lord's daughter
Who also sought what the forest covered
But her curiosity became her everlasting doom
She patrols this wood
To protect ones outside the fringe
    From the curse that transformed her
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