#npmdream
Creeping
From a
Window.
Trying not
To be seen
Hiding
From darkness.
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 10:29 PM UTC
I've seen tulip fields, daffodils and
mountain meadow's spring blaze
Of bloom
Still, I looked for a place to dream
I've floated the wow, in sea life filled,
surreal turquoise lagoon's sparkling
Drifting waters
Still, I looked for a place to dream
I've dined with Mickey, at his home
but too late for a quick visit with his
Given grace
Still, I looked for a place to dream
I've laid still with friends, from a long ago
through both through and in
Thick and lean
Still, I looked for a place to dream
I've heard the oh so quiet winds blow
into one ear, and inside, out into the
Other inside
Still, I looked for a place to dream
I've crawled into sticky lairs of trouble
more times than I can again sort of
Totally remember
Still, I looked for a place to dream
I've jumped into the frypan much
too friggin hot for a figure of speech and
Of mind
Still, I looked for a place to dream
I've gone into, over, through and
on top of, all the way in, then out and
Down under
Still, I looked for a place to dream
I've slipped the earth's surly bonds
more than one time, possibly a one
Hundred thrice
Still, I looked for a place to dream
I've watched stars and planets pass
me on by in parched, black filled
Desert skies
Still, I looked for a place to dream
I've traveled the whole world around
not once, but close to once, or at
Least twice
Still, I looked for a place to dream
Funny, I finally found the only place
that I need to dream right there in
My mirror
Staring at me from my mind within
© 2017 Jim Davis
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 5:49 PM UTC
I remember a dream I had that stayed with me
I never knew what it meant
Although it put me at unease
It was a sunny day and I was awake and smiling
It was all normal until the bed I slept on came to life
It set up a table and poured some tea
With both sipped and ate small sandwhiches while chatting
All of a sudden it got angry
In the end it ate me
I awoke, and what seemed insignificant was a nightmare to me
After 10 years of wondering
I've finally came to my conclusion
I can be happy
But that won't stop the world from trying to devour my smile
And I'd never see it coming
Because the person to carry the mischief through
Would be the one I got comfortable with
And depended on
But it'd be my fault because I was the one who made the bed
The thoughts would eat me away
All they did was set the table and cut the bread
Never knew until the day
Where all the cards fell in place
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 12:46 PM UTC
I was with the ocean last night and your body
Was its vessel, overflowing. Words were frail,
Drops indwelling about the shapeless sky,
Water reaching for its own height and breath,
Like touch, were as desperate letters exchanged,
Endlessly read, until like loamy vellums, they
Disappeared in our hands. Inklings of tide-
Pool and driftwood.
My blood was a river that ran
Its course. Members feeding your deltas and birds
Breeding where the water-russet sheds on pampas
And inverness. Eyes like wing through ever—
Green, empties the fossil shell. Fire, brimming
Mountaintops that were, for countless millennia,
Sleeping. Did I mention that the earth moved?
No? Her displacement was involuntary.
Then came the waterfalls, lifting throughout
Time. The scent, searching for its identity,
The wave, calling to its own name— Ocean,
O— cean. And flowers, opening like galaxies
In the after-light. A universe of face and hand
With hunger for salt-rain and then the cloud
Burst-blue and spilt and spun more redolent,
Deities, in joyous creation.
I breathe, in your ocean, like a child unborn.
Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 7:30 PM UTC
and you have only to take
off your day and
put on your night.
Your worries can't
go to bed with you;
they'd never fit,
not even in a California king.
So, you dust off your dreams
and shrug them on,
old and familiar
And you when you lie in bed, sleep soundly
because you've never given one dream away.
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 8:12 AM UTC
I open my eyes
and know, that it's a dream
there she is
just standing there
her demeanor
not quite, obscene
her lips
red as any ruby
her skin
as white as fresh sheets
her scent
purest, softest, jasmine
flower petals
at her feet
I awake
at dawn
refreshed
and renewed
knowing now
I can go on
having seen her
in the ****
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 1:17 PM UTC
-
with dark brown eyes,
you searched,
for someone,
for god,
for light.
with deep brown eyes,
you saw me.
in me you found,
cold hallways,
broken tiles,
but never light.
with tired green eyes,
i searched,
for someone,
for warmth,
for you.
with vacant green eyes,
i found nothing.
all i ever wanted,
was nothing.
in you i found,
something.
with boring, sad eyes,
we pondered.
on death,
on love,
on us.
with wide, bright eyes-
we awoke from our own dreams,
in messy sheets far from heaven.
we wept, sea between beds,
feeling dead and forever unpleasant,
from too many words and antidepressants.
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 1:00 PM UTC
her mind
wove assorted ornaments
of vivid hues
each stitch
an alternate reality
a story she wished she knew
her view,
a distant spectacle--
a casual onlooker
upon the lovely scene
emotions spin
making its own ball of yarn
a tight knot forms
she is
her own
great nightmare
distorted reflections
grimace in horror
her own doing
a black sea
bubbles and gurgles
liquifying sensual sins
beauty hides
the facade
of her own madness
(b.d.s.)
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 12:19 PM UTC
Dreams !!
Tangible Intangible , Day Dreams
Future Dreams ,Beautiful Dreams
A lucid Dream
Nightmares and All .
A dreamer that I am ,
Earned this tag a little too young.
*After grade 10 exams
Had Recurrent Dreams
Of
Either getting late for the Examination Center
Not able to finish the paper
Or plain
Forgetting to revise the right subject before the exam*
This went on for a few days .
Before the Long Vacation finally absorbed all the fear !!
Want to Live Up To My Dream
Of
'Being Honest to my Conscience'
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 4:27 AM UTC
The birds are singing in their sleep
And my brain paints its fevered dreams
Amidst the stars; and my heart starts
And asks if ships, seen from above,
With their lights on, form constellations;
Did someone ever tell the moon
Her light is merely a reflection?
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 3:30 AM UTC
Wallet not exist
Night until late. I wake up.
Everything: regret.
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 3:00 AM UTC
My eyes got heavy
And so did my sleep
And it was then that I dreamed you were visiting me
I still haven't accepted that you're truly gone
And I believe it was you, an angel now
Visiting me so that I could let go of my grief
I didn't remember it right away
But later in the day
When there was a throbbing in my heart
You were taken from me
By bullets of greed
But I will keep you alive through my memories
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 12:35 AM UTC
Everyone wants a piece of the sky
Someone told me in a dream
The dome of blue blanketed them
As they lie in green grass
This hand pulled away from that one
(And in a quiet solitude,
that hand slowly moved to that side)
This ached for more than that
Then, someone, somewhere, said it
Everyone wants a piece of the sky
This they know from quiet solitude
To want more is to touch the sky
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 11:58 PM UTC
Night stalkers; hate bringers; throat singers
Floating about in throngs of three and four
In oceans of dark light. Stars and gummy bears
Chewed in symphonies of infantile delight.
A dream, nonetheless, is nonsense usually.
They create castles of our subconscious
that mean nothing to us when we wake up.
We all march to the kitchen to get a cup
and fill it with some liquid: coffee, water, tea
all eventually forgetting the proud disorder
forced on us in our active and energetic dream.
The sun has risen, and we will count the hours
until the moon is there. Home, home again.
The clock tells me it’s time to sleep once more.
I evacuate into my bed and prepare for the unknown
now.
A young boy was there with me in a snowy place
he grabbed my hand and led me on a path
of what seemed like unchartered territory.
His hands were cold and warm like a new scarf.
And the boy started to run.
I was behind him, his arm outstretched, connected
like a rusted chain under salty seas.
But there was something there. In between us.
The sun beat down on us, dribbling its light.
It was then I noticed that he himself had no shadow
for I was the shadow of who he will soon become.
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 11:38 PM UTC
There came a night I thought I found love.
The covers warm and the scent of fruit
Lingering where empty space seemed filled.
It mystified me when the next morning
Was as lonesome as the one before
And I sat by myself, waiting for the sun to give me hope.
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 7:47 PM UTC
The sound of my footsteps creates frantic echoes.
It is a cold, menacing night.
Darkness envelops me as I walk right into it.
Far away, I see the feeble glow of a streetlight.
I keep looking back nervously,
almost expecting my eyes to meet a stranger's eyes,
when from somewhere behind me comes
a very faint voice.
It's barely more than a whisper and I can't hear what he says.
But the chilly wind sends his message across.
I know that he's calling out to me.
I know what he wants from me.
What stops me from running away from him?
What makes me turn back?
What pulls me towards his invisible form?
What makes me want to surrender to him, everything I have?
The firmness of my feet gets replaced by submission.
I almost float towards him, as if in a trance.
The Woman takes me over, and with her Man
she wishes to perform the Dance.
I stand a few feet away from him
and my eyes stop to converse with his.
"I need you", his eyes say.
"I need you too", mine shoot back.
Oh but, are good girls supposed to express
their desires like that?
The first question arises
and the spell breaks.
He's invisible no more and I can see
his unkempt hair, his unshaven face.
He half-smiles.
He lifts his arm.
I back away.
He might cause harm!
He moves towards me.
He is no longer my beautiful fantasy.
But then he touches his hand with mine.
Once again, he becomes a faceless dream.
Once again, reality begins to lose shape.
Tonight, there's no escape.
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 7:15 PM UTC
It's been a while
But I'll give it a try or I'll
Die trying
Hand in hand
Together we stand
In a little town I know
We smile and laugh
As if by chance
You finally were mine
Surrounded in a haze
In that delicious phase
Of pure and utter bliss
We walk down streets
I could hardly breathe
As your hand squeezed mine
I look to your face
But it seemed out of place
For I can not recognize you
I'm happy all the same
Every bit tame
Unlike the last dream I had
But perhaps it wasn't you
It seemed so true
When I dreamt it that night
I swore I woke smiling
Desperately filing
That dream into memory
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 6:23 PM UTC
*Wondering what's a dream actually?
whether it is something to be fulfilled
or leave as it is?
To dream a dream of an unreal dream
and not to make it real at all..
A surreal reality quietly enriches from within..
just like a bud blooms into the nature
without getting plucked by...
rather concealing the beauty of it as a dream
only to be a dream!*
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 4:06 PM UTC
I woke up to peace
Our planet was filled with love
But then, I woke up
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 3:32 PM UTC
Nothing saddens my heart more
Than a dream, where you are not
Doing beautiful things, like
Shine
Smile
Dance
Sing
...a love song.
Nothing aches my core harder
Than to wake up in the night
And not finding you there to
Kiss
Touch
Smell
Say
...I’m sorry.
Nothing seems more unreal than
Starting my day without you
Being there to talk about
Life
Hope
How
Much
...I need you.
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 3:21 PM UTC
Often I have a dream
That leaves me full of fear,
For in said dream I scream
But nobody can hear.
Athough in my worst dreams,
The stuff of my nightmares,
Others can hear my screams
But not one of them cares.
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 10:16 AM UTC
Nebulous percolations
ideal futures fly by
pretentious is the venom you hate
but its the only thing you spew
late nights spent roiling in the thin cages
that you still throw over yourself
void like monsters
that you spawned
taunt you as you drift away
all it takes is a new start
but you are always running away from those
what's worse
the unknown future
or the tolerable present
hell isn't as hot as they say
and the future isn't as scary as you think
but you're in a trance like laziness
to keep everything exactly the same
and make sure what you think will happen
even if you don't want it too
will happen
because only fools dare to dream
that they are better than they are
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 1:26 PM UTC