Submissions by DreamIllusions
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
When I put the pen to paper or the hands to keys - I feel as if I'm in a fever until all the thoughts make it out - only then I can breathe.
When Her Eyes are Green
The misty olive colored water has reflections
Its raining
And the reflections are muddled with rings
Rings that spiral out and out
Not quite reaching me
My hand
Where is sit on the wooden bench
Under my umbrella spattered with pink flowers and rain
Drops that fall and roll and stay just on the edge
Until another pushes it aside
Like tears
Hanging on at my chin until another
Rolls down and screams until the first one falls
Like the ripple effect
Reflected in the misty olive colored water
The same color as my eyes
On certain days...
Its raining
And the reflections are muddled with rings
Rings that spiral out and out
Not quite reaching me
My hand
Where is sit on the wooden bench
Under my umbrella spattered with pink flowers and rain
Drops that fall and roll and stay just on the edge
Until another pushes it aside
Like tears
Hanging on at my chin until another
Rolls down and screams until the first one falls
Like the ripple effect
Reflected in the misty olive colored water
The same color as my eyes
On certain days...
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Wild Horses
Fingers splayed on the window
Forehead pressed to glass
Fairytales replay in her mind
Fragile as they are, fragile as they are
Temperatures outside drop
Tempers inside flare
Tangles of thought twist and turn
Tenuous is the peace, tenuous is the peace
And the fog rolls in
And the trees they sway
And the sky grays like tin
And the wild horses, they neigh
Syllables come out slowly like a lullaby
Stuttering through silence and rage
Sundays full of promise sit quietly in the corner
Small and waiting, small and waiting
...
Forehead pressed to glass
Fairytales replay in her mind
Fragile as they are, fragile as they are
Temperatures outside drop
Tempers inside flare
Tangles of thought twist and turn
Tenuous is the peace, tenuous is the peace
And the fog rolls in
And the trees they sway
And the sky grays like tin
And the wild horses, they neigh
Syllables come out slowly like a lullaby
Stuttering through silence and rage
Sundays full of promise sit quietly in the corner
Small and waiting, small and waiting
...
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Deeper Than You Know
I know you’re walking slow – hands out
I know you’re offering everything – voice quiet
I have all the facts and all the proof I need
I know I won’t have to pretend and I can just feel tonight
Sometimes I want to say yes – I’ll let you in completely
Sometimes I just don’t know – I can’t open up that part of me
The wounds are far too fresh
And the cuts deeper than you know
I see you’re waiting there – sitting on the bench
I see your sweet words trying to sweep my up – voice low
I have all the words and all the truth I need
I see in you a...
I know you’re offering everything – voice quiet
I have all the facts and all the proof I need
I know I won’t have to pretend and I can just feel tonight
Sometimes I want to say yes – I’ll let you in completely
Sometimes I just don’t know – I can’t open up that part of me
The wounds are far too fresh
And the cuts deeper than you know
I see you’re waiting there – sitting on the bench
I see your sweet words trying to sweep my up – voice low
I have all the words and all the truth I need
I see in you a...
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Beast
It’s in the night that he comes, hovering
The warm breeze rustles the curtains and chimes
I sleep about the paths I’ve taken to where he is
I dream and there is a fire I try to understand
While I’m there I can’t see my hands
Because he has them
It’s in the shadow of the moon that he comes, slowly
The trees sway as if bowing their braches
I sleep half dressed; there is too much heat here
I dream of water that is all around but I cannot see it
While I’m there I can’t see my arms
Because he has them
It’s in the night that he comes,...
The warm breeze rustles the curtains and chimes
I sleep about the paths I’ve taken to where he is
I dream and there is a fire I try to understand
While I’m there I can’t see my hands
Because he has them
It’s in the shadow of the moon that he comes, slowly
The trees sway as if bowing their braches
I sleep half dressed; there is too much heat here
I dream of water that is all around but I cannot see it
While I’m there I can’t see my arms
Because he has them
It’s in the night that he comes,...
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Heavy
I know just what it is that you’re trying to prove
I know just what you think that I can do for you
I know you think I should believe in what you telling me
Because it could lift this weight, this heaviness I see
But it’s in the way
Yes it in the way
And I
Got a heavy heart, rolling like thunder
Coming from a part of me that’s on fire
And falling down like rain
Got a heavy heart
And I don’t know if I’m strong enough
I hear you tell me that you want to help fix me
And then make promises you hope that I can see
I hear you but...
I know just what you think that I can do for you
I know you think I should believe in what you telling me
Because it could lift this weight, this heaviness I see
But it’s in the way
Yes it in the way
And I
Got a heavy heart, rolling like thunder
Coming from a part of me that’s on fire
And falling down like rain
Got a heavy heart
And I don’t know if I’m strong enough
I hear you tell me that you want to help fix me
And then make promises you hope that I can see
I hear you but...
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My Thunder
You’ve never, you’ve never
Heard my thunder
Until yesterday, and yesterday was far too late
I cried and tried to pound my fists
Upon your back in a storm of rage
And you never said anything, neither did I
Do you hear the drums now
So loud, so loud and all around
I swear you have to hear them now
You’ve never, you’ve never
Heard my thunder
Until yesterday, and yesterday was far too late
I opened my hands and tried to open yours
Put them together, mixing veins and lines
And you never looked in to my eyes, while I stared into yours...
Heard my thunder
Until yesterday, and yesterday was far too late
I cried and tried to pound my fists
Upon your back in a storm of rage
And you never said anything, neither did I
Do you hear the drums now
So loud, so loud and all around
I swear you have to hear them now
You’ve never, you’ve never
Heard my thunder
Until yesterday, and yesterday was far too late
I opened my hands and tried to open yours
Put them together, mixing veins and lines
And you never looked in to my eyes, while I stared into yours...
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Dreams of Sen-Sey
Bo-Di, the goddess of bodily peace
Has released me
She thought she was giving me freedom
To no longer serve her
But she what she gave me was far more painful
I sit, on a cushion soft as fresh grass
Which rests on a chair of thorns
I wait for my new master to come and fetch me
I was found, wandering the streets
The mark of Bo-Di erased from my wrist
I was captured and brought here
A place of beauty with undertones of torture
My clothing is comfortable but sheer
My surroundings pleasant but dark
I waited there
Someone...
Has released me
She thought she was giving me freedom
To no longer serve her
But she what she gave me was far more painful
I sit, on a cushion soft as fresh grass
Which rests on a chair of thorns
I wait for my new master to come and fetch me
I was found, wandering the streets
The mark of Bo-Di erased from my wrist
I was captured and brought here
A place of beauty with undertones of torture
My clothing is comfortable but sheer
My surroundings pleasant but dark
I waited there
Someone...
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Mirage
Rubbing my eyes, I shift in the bed sheets
Rolling over to find not you but someone else
Realizing you were just a dream
Groaning I toss and turn, yanking the blanket up to my chin
Grabbing the barking alarm clock to hush it
Glaring at the red time blinking 4:16 a.m.
I lie there and wonder, were you really here
I sigh and close my eyes, remembering your face
I yawn and think; you were never here
Sighing I think of our conversation
Segments of thoughts and speech come back to me
Shivering I consider all that could be
Reaching...
Rolling over to find not you but someone else
Realizing you were just a dream
Groaning I toss and turn, yanking the blanket up to my chin
Grabbing the barking alarm clock to hush it
Glaring at the red time blinking 4:16 a.m.
I lie there and wonder, were you really here
I sigh and close my eyes, remembering your face
I yawn and think; you were never here
Sighing I think of our conversation
Segments of thoughts and speech come back to me
Shivering I consider all that could be
Reaching...
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If the Walls Were Made of Paper
If the walls were made of paper,
stretched right on wooden poles
would you stand in the center.
If the walls were made of paper,
brightly colored woven mats
would you feel any safer.
If the walls were made of paper,
pale and illuminated from within
would you light a candle.
If the walls were made of paper,
scribbled and scratched by the years
would you wrap your feet in sandals.
If the walls were made of paper,
each tile bearing a treasured memento
would you sit for hours lost in them.
If the walls were made...
stretched right on wooden poles
would you stand in the center.
If the walls were made of paper,
brightly colored woven mats
would you feel any safer.
If the walls were made of paper,
pale and illuminated from within
would you light a candle.
If the walls were made of paper,
scribbled and scratched by the years
would you wrap your feet in sandals.
If the walls were made of paper,
each tile bearing a treasured memento
would you sit for hours lost in them.
If the walls were made...
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If the Walls Were Made of Glass
Inside, outside, everyone can see it all
Front to back, side to side, everywhere you go
To the bed and to the rug
He marks down every move
Even your nervous twitches and friendly kisses.
When you try to break free, there he'll be
And then when you cry out from the torture
Little will he care
Little will he even watch.
So you curl up alone and pen your stories
When you try to speak there he'll be
Evil hides beneath his lashes
Red and Black, Blue and Purple
Eager to break down the glass and take you.
Many have escaped though usually not...
Front to back, side to side, everywhere you go
To the bed and to the rug
He marks down every move
Even your nervous twitches and friendly kisses.
When you try to break free, there he'll be
And then when you cry out from the torture
Little will he care
Little will he even watch.
So you curl up alone and pen your stories
When you try to speak there he'll be
Evil hides beneath his lashes
Red and Black, Blue and Purple
Eager to break down the glass and take you.
Many have escaped though usually not...
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10 Second Heal
We
watched as strands disappeared
stared as fingernails seemed mirrored
We
choked on words
grasped at birds
flying away with her soul
We
reached to grab hold
of the death crow, cold
She
eyes opened searching for us
arms reaching
the efforts of her actions disastrous
She
tried to swim, fly
didn't know it would make us cry
Today
we'll ask again, why
We
struggled with her memory
clawed and scratched towards chivalry
We
jumped down to brave the sea
panicked until we found the accessory...
watched as strands disappeared
stared as fingernails seemed mirrored
We
choked on words
grasped at birds
flying away with her soul
We
reached to grab hold
of the death crow, cold
She
eyes opened searching for us
arms reaching
the efforts of her actions disastrous
She
tried to swim, fly
didn't know it would make us cry
Today
we'll ask again, why
We
struggled with her memory
clawed and scratched towards chivalry
We
jumped down to brave the sea
panicked until we found the accessory...
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5 Second Burn
Today
started like any other day
Today
hot and burning like yesterday
but
it only took a second to change
the mood was re-arranged
the land around
suddenly strange
I looked at my shaking hands
burned and scalded
like desert sands
There
they were standing
There
once were wandering
through forests of hate
into mountains of discarded fate
out to the sun
There
they were looking
There
where they were searching
Today
started like any other day
Today
hot and burning like yesterday...
started like any other day
Today
hot and burning like yesterday
but
it only took a second to change
the mood was re-arranged
the land around
suddenly strange
I looked at my shaking hands
burned and scalded
like desert sands
There
they were standing
There
once were wandering
through forests of hate
into mountains of discarded fate
out to the sun
There
they were looking
There
where they were searching
Today
started like any other day
Today
hot and burning like yesterday...
40 reads
2 Comments
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