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ash 2d

"you have to wake up.
        it's just a dream."

                                                      holding—
                                                                almost there, right there—
                                 just wait, wait, wait... you have to stop, alright.

                  right here, right here beside.
                     wait up, just a few minutes.
            let me reside,
                       find a spot to rest.
                      i can stay here, i have you and everything—
                                             just let me please—

"it's just a bad dream."

                                               no—a good one! you don't see what i see.
                       the visions of the broken ones,
               they don't fit,
                           they're out of place.
                                  but oh god, the kind of puzzle pieces they make!
                                            fill it up, tone it down,
       the broken lines and misshapen circles
                                             aren't really all they're about.
                                     there's so much more!

"what do you see?"

                                                               everything—
                                      everything is right here.
                                                         i just need to grab.
                                              can't leave, won't leave.

                                                       how can you pull me away like that?

"but it is a dream, you ought to agree by now."

                                   no, no—there was a call.
                       a phone, a telephone booth wherein i stood,
                        and i was dialing, the number at the tips—
                    let me write it down, will you please?
                         hand a paper—here you go:
                          1111-787—
                           good heavens,
                                                   i can't remember what came afterward.

                     could i go back? i have to.
                          tonight, it's lucid—i can, perhaps.

"but is it okay for you to?
why don't you exist in what you can see?"

                                                          do you dream while you're awake?

"do you see what stands at stake?"

                                       nothing that i wouldn't be glad to miss.
                                    the unseen has so many meanings—
                                                                        what do you even believe?
                                                            do you not wish upon an eyelash,
                    or dream of the best things when the clock strikes 11:11?

"i've been missing out on both,
losing trust if it's really worth to own."

                             foolish, fools in becoming.
                                                 the current might not be the right place,
                                                      but you're the right one in dreaming.

            belong right here, nowhere else but in that dream.

"you're insane."

                                                          then why are you following me in?

"'cause you're insane—
and i belong right in the group of misfits you reside between."

                                                                                                                (...)

in a snow globe, one that holds late autumn,
our backs ache from standing too tall, too long.
so here we sit beneath a naked tree,
surrounded by dried leaves,
sharing cinnamon buns and hot chocolate
on a bench, freshly painted.

and it’s a dream-town—
nothing too real,
only imagination spun in the web
of what refuses to bargain with our happiness.
we’re happy here.

in the snow globe:
boundaries, protected, glass-like,
waiting for someone to shatter it,
to bring us back
to what they call their ideal.

                                                                                 we're the dreamers.

sanity, were we ever really sane?

dps, go-to therapy.

D B Sullivan 2d

Hungry Ghosts

Hungry Ghosts - by D. B. Sullivan

They are very much alive, these Hungry Ghosts - they surround you.
Some may charm you into thinking that they’re more than what they seem,
But don’t be fooled, and don’t forget, their whole act is just a scheme.
They’re dead inside, yet filled with pride, and no matter the words they spew,
They can never be appeased.

The thing that drives these tortured souls - insatiable greed from within,
Is coupled with a lack of peace. Tormented by the need for more,
Their gluttonous consumption is so strong that they can’t ignore
Their addictions and obsessions, an all-consuming mortal sin.
They will always be displeased.

They have huge bottomless stomachs, ready to take and take and take.
They could never consume enough, whatever that is they want.
But they have constricted throats, a particularly cruel taunt,
Which makes it impossible to satisfy that deep seated ache.
Their hunger cannot be eased.

They obsess about getting and getting and getting some more,
It’s never enough. Give them an inch and they’ll take the whole lot.
Consequences be ******, perversely, they don’t care if they rot.
They have no shame, no morals, and are constantly keeping score.
Their whole being is diseased.

Always feeling entitled to more, while denying the same to others,
You’ll know them by their selfishness, and inability to
Compromise. Their covetousness gives them no place to flee to.
Manipulation is their game while the soul inside them smothers.
All consuming, never pleased.

Hungry Ghosts have a constant craving that cannot be satisfied,
No matter how much they take, no matter how much they consume.
Usually, this behavior follows them from birth to the tomb.
Even if they are given everything and constantly supplied,
They will always be displeased.

They need you, and want you to feed them, they can’t do it alone
Their burning desire and greed makes them unable to rest.
Forever discontented, their satiety dispossessed,
Is how they spend their hapless existence, this hell of their own.
They can never be appeased.

So heed these words and consider this warning - they’re pernicious.
Beware of these low-lifes, these selfish scoundrels and abusers.
The more that they're fed, the more that they’ll want. Run from these users.
As fast as you can. Don’t give them a drop, they’re always malicious,
Lest your wellbeing be seized.

Copyright ©2025 by D B Sullivan. All rights reserved. This work may not be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the author.

#gothic #macabre #goth #poe #ghost #supernatural #death #spooky #halloween #dark

Inewdip 2d

Untitled

It's back again
What I thought had left
Was it ever dead
Maybe
We once were
lovers that danced
To the sound
Of our heartbeat
In a past life
Erased with time

D B Sullivan 2d

Fog

Fog - by D. B. Sullivan

Wrought iron gates with heavy lock,
Guard departed souls wherein, stalk
The Earth with restless quiescence,
Opaque, spectral evanescence.
Wispy, fleeting, with muffled moans,
Haunting rows of sullen tombstones.
Mourning in deathly dreaminess,
Exanguinated sleepiness.
I’ve seen them there, silent shadows,
Wandering the lonesome meadows.
In the mist and past the churchyard,
You’ll see where the ground has been scarred,
With rectangular pits, waiting,
To be filled, anticipating,
The newly deceased mothers,
Fathers, sisters and brothers.
Crypts with bars and family names,
Gather soot from pyre flames.
Apparitions wandering,
With eternal pondering.
Look into the ghostly smog,
And you’ll see them in the fog.

Copyright ©2025 by D B Sullivan. All rights reserved. This work may not be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the author.

#gothic #macabre #goth #poe #ghost #supernatural #death #spooky #halloween #dark

Solange Loe-Sack-Sioe 2d

Voice of feelings

I will tell you without talking.
Let you feel without the words.
Words can have meaning
but can also be empty.
Like noise in open air.
Do you hear me reciting
poems
about the love
that I have deep within.
Just by looking at you
precious being.
Will you let me in.
Let me in
where there is room for voiceless whispers,
like soft breezes from the wind.
I will lift you up without sweet talking
Lift you up to a place of enchanting things.
Where doors will open to Shangri- La
inviting you to stay.
Hold you close without saying what eyes so openly give away.

Let us go together
To be consumed by all consuming fire.
Let ember sparkles find their way.

Shell ✨🐚

Sometimes you just don’t speak.

The Gray Wolf 2d

A Warriors Love

In the realm of twilight's gleam
A warrior fought dared to dream
Cladded armor dark and bold
For his love was a tale untold
Sword in hand he faced the night
Heart ablaze his spirit bright
He battled foes never in vain
Then he fell on blood soaked plain
Now she weeps where willows sway
For her one true love was taken away
Her tears they fall like pouring rain
True love lost and endless pain
Beneath moon's soft mournful light
She longs for him every night
In her heart his memory burns
For her fallen love she'll forever yearn

Even worlds apart they are forever bound

#poet #poetry #poem #love #loss

Salmabanu Hatim 2d

Return to earth

I had almost reached the fifth layer of the sky,
When I met Moses with his piercing eyes and staff in one hand,
He looked at me intently and asked,
"Child what are you doing here?"
I replied shyly that I was waiting to go to Heaven.
"Heaven! Laughed Moses,
Allah had already given you Heaven on earth,
You were born in a village with snow clad mountains.
The green trees,
And humming bees ,t
The rustling leaves,
Dancing in the cool breeze.
As the wind plays the harp,
The symphony of the cascading waterfall soothes the soul,
The persistent follow of rivers meandering over rocks give hope,
And the flowers and fauna are nature's beauty.
You left your heaven and family to go to the city,
With it's skyscrapers crowded streets smoggy skies to make money, fame and success,
Nothing happened and exhausted with life you are here to go to Heaven,
Your time is not as yet,
The Angel of Death has made a mistake,
I am sending you back to your hometown,
Appreciate what you have in life.
8/9/2025