Like dreams, I never finish behind my eyes, scar tissues
Pain is what you see, but a broken soul's the issue.
Like books, I'm easily read, between the lines, a breathless soul,
a struggle is what you picture but the cancer made the holes.
I always break into pieces, a million ways I can pull together
A couple more reasons why I strive on, but only one thing makes everything heavier.
Like dreams, I never finish: the nightmares of blood and lust,
or the vision of a cut up wrist where the blood drys, the knife rusts
Is it worth the wait? Is it worth to get up?
A challenge it may be, yet strength is not enough.
Once again, the scars dig deeper, the knife bleeds and rusts blood.
I wake to the florescent, in my bed where the blankets flood.
It makes me scared to die and haunts everyone of my beliefs,
everything falls into the light my eyes open before I die in my sleep.
All my life I always wondered, whats after life during death,
what happens when your life goes out, What you dream in your infinite rest.
On my shoulders, I remember her cry our on the beach, I remember we died,
we were sensitive to the ocean, It was wide, open, while we were shy.
Thats where I died, Thats where I drowned.
To the bottom I sank, Along with ships that went down.
Then I wake up, my breaths were heavy
I felt like I had drowned I thought my death was ready,
My dreams take me down, My dreams could kill me.
I panic every time before I'm snap back to reality.
A contest entry
- Diamond Eye's by Dark Prince Chaos.
660 points, ended May 5, 2008, 15 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Can Dreams Kill you?
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this poem you wrote was beautifull so beutefly written cud ot help but give you frst i hpe yu enjoyed my contest
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Thanks
first gold i ever one
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this write was beautifull nd so well written i hope you read the rules i sead no more han 40 lines 41 or 42 is fine but any ore ish pushng it to far this poem was beutifull a isead allright it was more than art in my view i hope to see you in y next
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thanks for the comment.
i didn't realize this poem had more then 40 lines till it was to late.
it originally had half as much but i added an extra verse and i slip a 2 line stanza into four. i could enter my original before i edited this.
could i do that?
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Intense write. Once again and as always full of emotion. Confusion is deffinatly apprent as well as fear.
Like dreams, I never finish:
the nightmares of blod and lust,
or the vision of a cut up wrist
where the blood drys, the knift's rust <--- Loved this stanza.
Wasn't a great flow but they where great words, that really hit hard. great write Once again.
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