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Have you ever had a nightmare that wasn't scary, but still left you scared?
Have you ever had a dream where instead of waking in a cold sweat from fear, cold tears rain from your eyes?
Have you ever watched your siblings killed, one by one, and be completely helpless as the monster finishes you off last?
Have you ever dreamt about someone you have known your entire life, someone that was so close to your heart you would shatter if they disappeared, then wake up and realize that person didn't exist, but you still remember the love you had for them?
Have you ever felt the life drain from your limbs as you crumple to the ground, the shock of death just barely creeping into your heart before you wake up?
Have ever held a baby boy in your hands,knowing full well that is was dying? Have you held your own son, trying to convince yourself that your heartbeat was his, and those breaths you heard coming out of you were of his doing?
I have. By dreams I know what it means to die, but I also know that the death of those I've seen around me hurt way more than my own. I cherish them because of this, and I would rather take their fate instead than have any of these dreams come true. This is my oath. I refuse to lose them again.
  Nov 2016 Kasey Wheeler
Robert Frost
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.
  Nov 2016 Kasey Wheeler
Night Flyer
In swirling clouds of silver lace
The disk of Luna lies concealed
Across the Autumn skies they race
Over this shadow realm surreal.

On evening shadows now, I gaze
A gentle wind swirls through the trees
From depths of sleep, I watch half-dazed
Thin branches stirring in the breeze.

Lights flickering neath mystic skies
Through gaps in trees, they shine within
Entranced, my mind, I watch surprised
This spectral beauty in the wind.

In these dark shadows, spirits drift
Translucent ghosts and dryads old
From this meadow, I sense their gift
Strange stories from the wood untold.

Oh let me join thy sylvan fest
Pale spirits of this Solstice night
Before the Moon sets in the west
We'll revel neath her misty light.
Wrote this in 2008 while living in Florida. Much of my poetry was inspired by walks beneath the stars.
You're welcome, knight, I am not mean!
The cave's not best of all you've seen,
It's pretty dark and not that clean,
But still it's home to me.
You've come to **** me, am I right?
Oh, that's a really perfect night
To end my life in brutal fight.
I think that you'll agree.

But honestly, I'm bored with life.
So please, just stab me with your knife!
Just pierce my chest, just end this strife,
I beg you on my knees!
I'm monster, that we know for sure,
The Earth itself cannot endure
Such beast as me, there is no cure
For what I've done, so please,

Prolong this suffering no more
Of me and world; we both implore
You to remove this painful sore
That I have always been.
Just take your axe, your lance or sword
And strike me! I won't say a word!
And think about the reward
They put out for my skin!

I don't deserve a thing but hell
And I solicit to expel
Me out of this world, this cell,
My death is overdue.
I checked you out not once but twice:
You're shaking, you're as pale as ice,
You dropped your sword, you cannot slice
A beast that's facing you.

'Twas your intention all along,
And I said that I don't belong
Here, to this world. So what is wrong?
Just finish this, and fast!
I shan't exist, I have to die,
It's easy, like to slice a pie!
Just do this, please, don't be so shy!
...Ah, thanks. Goodbye at last!..
  Oct 2016 Kasey Wheeler
Sk Abdul Aziz
What are words for me?
They aren't merely words
Words are like oxygen for my soul
Food for my survival
Fueled by imagination and fed by the heart
They are the only asset i possess
They are the very reason for my existence
Each and everyday they breathe fresh life into me
They stand by me through thick and thin
They inspire me
They comfort me
They console me
They help me get through the tough times
They help me enjoy the good moments
They help me experience the hidden flavours of life
They help me express myself..
...the variety of emotions that i go through
The pain..the agony..the anguish
The euphoria..the insanity..the sensuality..the hatred..the anger..the love
..i have this strong urge to express it all
Each and everyday of my life i undertake a new journey with words
Travelling to unknown places
Discovering new sides of me
There are days when they kinda' desert me
May be they get upset with me
And i must say on those days i feel so suffocated and depressed
I feel like a lost traveller
But later they return to me
Perhaps they feel sympathetic towards me
For they know that i have no one save for them
And all is well again
Dear words...what would i do without you?
You mean everything to me
You are my universe
You are my lifeline
I hope to make it with you till the end of time
Till death do us part
  Oct 2016 Kasey Wheeler
Sk Abdul Aziz
I don't want to be someone's carnal need
I long to be someone's soul desire
Someone who loves and accepts every bit of me
And sets my soul on fire
Someone who genuinely cares for me
And wants to be with me
Someone who is willing to see things
The way i see
Someone who makes an effort to listen to me and understand me
Someone who makes me forget my troubles
Someone who makes me feel like i matter
Someone who is willing to walk with me till the end of time
And stand by through every thick and thin
I don't know if i ever will find such a person
But i hope to someday
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