Tears form on my eye lids
puddles evaporate
into solid dreams
and acts of hate
Cries drift to my ears
the smell of death penetrates
the four walls in which
I dream dreadful things
I listen without perception
where am I?
things are broken and misplaced
smoke filters into my eyes
Its burning-I see nothing
I hear nothing
petrified of the silence
I reach out to feel something
Everything is so clear now
I have to get to them
I have to save them
its there that I see me-kicking and screaming
Locked doors-its too dark
sweat drips off my face
the doors open before me
swallowing me in haste
Screams-Cries-Silence
I wake up
strong arms circle me
a voice assures me "everything`s okay"
But inside of me-I`m raging
feeling defective-I shake
fidgeting-screaming
I got there too late
Author notes
Lately I have been having nightmares. And they arent the average flying away from the bad guy and falling into his traps either. They scare the living shit out of me, so much that I find myself waking up in a cold sweat often screaming my head off and crying. Even when I realize that it was just a nightmare I find myself shaking. This isnt a dream that I am being murdered.. I just wasnt sure what to call it. In these dreams I find myself trapped in a situation where babies are being murdered.. just infant babies.. innocent ones. And I cant help them.. I can never seem to get to them in time.. or when I do I cant move to save them. Hopefully they will stop soon.
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Joyus
Written October 2nd, 2006
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A great poem.
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OMG this is a great poem.....
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hey omg what a wongerful poem it made me see me and me being raped again and all the hard times i went thorouh of hating myself and others but great poem keep up the good work
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AMAZING.
This is an amazing write hunn. I'm sorry that you are going through nightmares and crazy dreams. I'd be scared as h.ell if this was happening to me. This was a good write though, it's very deep. I love you hunn.
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Interesting . . . it's the exact opposite of my best friend's dreams . . . . she just keeps having babies, tons of babies, and she doesn't know how . . . it's like a ridiculous amount of virgin births.
In regards to your dreams, look to Freud. His theory of psychoanalysis states that our dreams and anxiety all have roots in childhood trauma, conflict or emotional stress. Everything has its roots in our childhood and dreams are mostly figments of a repression of somekind trying to get out. Try to go on a dream analysis site and see what each part of your dream symbolizes on its own, then add them together and you'll have your answer!
This piece was realli well written . . . It had a great flow and kept my interested all the way through!
Maggie -
this remends me of a nightare i had a few times,i know how u feel hunni!its a really good poem and u can capture emotions perfectly!!!!
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*squeak*
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So sorry for your nightmares. I have nightmares about Zombies. I enjoyed reading your poem very talented piece I thought. Powerful in it's words beyond wow.
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Awww hun. This is deep. I'm soo sorry you have to go through this. Sounds like really bad nightmares too. This is a great poem though. Keep up the great writing hun n just know that I'm here for you. A million s for you.
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Dreams or a part of your sub conscious, maybe its scaring fear out of you or who really knows.... good write."I listen without perception"
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this is an awesome poem, i really liked how dark it was and how sometimes it rhymed and soemtimes it didnt. great write
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This reminded me of when I've had nightmares. A cool stark feeling, mostly due to the way you've broken up the lines. I thought the in and out of rhyme was a little annoying, but it sort of works... almost like a tossing and turning effect.
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