Forgotten Dreams

Dec 2014

Jessica Steepy

Painting

My tears
Spell your name
On the pale canvas
Of my wrist
Artwork
That technically
Is yours
Too

For my love who isn't really mine

#love #heartbreak #life #heart #tears #crying #hurt #relationship #jessicasteepy

Forgotten Dreams Dec 2014

Funeral Poem

If you go down to the woods today
You're sure of a big surprise
If you go down to the woods today
You might even meet your demise
Because today’s the day they all have their picnic.

Every last one who's been cruel to you is sure of a treat today
There's lots of innocent thoughts to ruin and many dreams crush
Anywhere possible, where nobody sees they'll taunt and slice as long as they please
That's the way they all have their picnic
Picnic time for them all
They're all having a lovely time today
Watching, waiting for the perfect time...
They see you gaily gad about
You loved to play and shout
You never had any cares
But at six o'clock your Mummy and Daddy can't take you home at all
'Cause all you are is their dead little victim.

If you go down to the woods to day,
You better not go alone.
It's alluring down in the woods today,
But safer to stay at home.
For every bully or abuser or hater or cheater ever there was will gather there for certain
Because...
**Today’s the day the ones that ruined your life will have their picnic...

#suicide #depression #dreams #note #bear #slice #haters #taunt #neverandaday #teddybear

Forgotten Dreams Nov 2014

Untitled

Tears are like rain.

Sometimes there's too much...

Sometimes too little.

But no matter what they are essential for life

#tears #help #badday #neverandaday #forgetmenot #notwroteinawhile

Nov 2014

Jodie LindaMae

Dear Forgotten Dreams

I see a lot of myself in you, friend.
Where your scars lay,
I have glittering embers coursing through my veins
And I feel the same about poetry.

This is our challenge.
This is what we were made for.

Yes, you and I may delve deeper into the darkness than the light,
But we are phenomenal at our craft.

Your bio searches into the metaphorical implications
Of slicing butterflies that stand for our love
And nothing has ever sliced me deeper,
Because it is that kind of thing
That brings me back into the reality of my being.
Every drag of the cigarette
Takes away a second with my children,
A minute with my lover
And that is so scary.

With just your biography,
An explanation of something a thousand men, women, humans have done,
You have touched me in a more profound way
Than I have ever previously experienced on this site.

You and I,
We've got to turn that burning darkness in our synapses
Into gold.

Written for the Dear Blank Challenge, 2014. Written for user Forgotten Dreams.

#love #depression #life #anxiety #dearblankchallenge #dearblank #forgottendreams

Nov 2014

Kate Bethanie

The Room

My mind is a corridor,
It stretches for miles,
Everything is pure white
From ceiling to floor tiles.

You could be there for months,
If you were to visit,
And you would only see
A glimpse of what's in it.

Behind each of these doors,
Lies a well-mapped face,
Or an unfinished novel,
Or a memory, or a place.

At the end of the corridor
There's a room unlike the others,
This is where I keep things
I hope noone discovers.

I keep all the things
That are terrible in there,
I keep in this room
The things I cannot bear.

It holds images, words,
And emotions that frighten me,
I've shut them all in there
And I've hidden away the key.

It holds all of my nightmares,
Contains all my dreading,
And though it's always present,
It almost feels like forgetting.

But the most terrifying thing of all
Is a thought I can't lock up...
*What would happen to the corridor,
If that door didn't stay shut?

#poem #fear