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      My Poetry Page

      I'm always worried about losing my poems. I don't write anymore, unfortunately. Maybe posting some of my oldies will get me feeling creative again as well as storing them safely where I can't lose them.

      The first poem in my collection was written for school in 1987

      "Angels

      I'd love to be an angel
      With beautiful, silken wings
      And live way in in Heaven
      In a Haven full of trees

      I'd fly around the kingdom
      Riding a beam of light
      And watch my friends
      Who live on Earth
      And see that they're alright

      I'd be a perfect angel,
      Obeying every rule
      And if I really had to
      I'd even go to school

      I'd make some friends
      And keep them
      They'd never be hurt
      nor teased

      For even in the City of Peace
      Friends are what
      We really need."




      Now jump ahead to 1989

      "If Anybody's Out There

      If anybody's out there,
      Listening to my prayer
      First off I'd like to thank you
      For you're the only one who cares.

      My parents tongues are slashing,
      Shattering all my dreams
      At times I'd like to curse them,
      At other just to scream.

      They say my plans are stupid,
      They say that I'm a snob
      I fear they're right and then we fight
      And afterwards I'd like to sob.

      My fathers hands are brutal
      They hurt with every strike
      He calls my brother many names
      We'd like to take a hike!

      I know they've got their problems
      But so do the kids they borne;
      I wish they'd stop and think
      Before they hit, before they scorn."




      1990
      This was written for a story I wanted to write but never did.

      "Niawa

      The gods, they gathered 'round the moon
      Earth is born, day, night and noons.
      Primitive creatures made from the earth
      Man and woman, holy births.

      The Heavens shine above with war
      Demons roam the earth in scorn
      The Evil god wants to reign
      Niawa fight, balance maintains.

      Water tumbles from the sky
      Most man and creature have hence died
      The world is cleansed, no more askew
      The demons buried, life starts anew...

      Not True."



      Skip a bunch of emo poems...
      Now it's 11/07/1991 I was 17 years old and had run away from home. I was living in some water drainage tunnels under the streets of Pensacola, Florida and my boyfriend at the time told me many tall tales about adventures he had taken with a friend. His stories helped inspire this poem.

      "Cave Hell

      The memories that were made here,
      the time that we shared,
      Still longing to do more
      and willing to dare

      We experienced good,
      survived the bad,
      We froze and fought
      but we'll always be on top

      Never-ending tunnels
      Ever-lasting tears
      We'll say farewell to sorrows
      We'll throw away our fears

      I hear a whistle blowing
      Only time will tell
      We'll be in a box-car rolling
      Somewhere between here and hell.

      [Dedicated to "Quint, Hawk and W.D. May your adventures never die and the road never end. And may we all be young and free forever.]"


      Skip a bunch more emo poems

      1993 An excerpt from a Novelette I wrote

      "For Love, For Life

      Unicorns dance at twilight high
      the elves and fairies drawing nigh
      Words of wisdom echo past
      This land called Peace, forever last

      Embrace me hard, embrace me long
      Keep me safe from all ill wrongs
      From thunder, rain and creeping things,
      Monster, bullies, thieves;

      No harm to me or those I love
      I beg of you, please keep."


      (It was the prayer and escapism of a young teen who was kidnapped and sold as a sex slave)


      Skip yet more emo poems
      This next one was written 07/29/1997 I was working as an exotic dancer, drinking every night and one night I saw where my life was heading if I continued.

      "Tears of a Child

      Daddy won't you play with me
      I need your love, why can't you see?
      Not only tears or endless strife
      Your silence cuts me like a knife

      Mommy, I'll be good today
      Just never, ever go away
      I'm not found in any bottle
      But I'd love a shot of mollycoddle

      I don't ask for much, you know
      But through your love, I learn to grow
      Just some patience and a little time
      And maybe, please, a soothing rhyme?

      The kids at school have marvels to tell
      About family times; how all is well
      None have a tear to brim a single eye
      Why push me away, the harder I try?

      Haven't you guessed that I love y'all yet
      Or is that something you'll never 'get'?
      I know you both have lives that bind
      Please remember your child, don't leave me behind."




      Another Novelette excerpt. Written at around 1995

      "March For Freedom [a song]

      Allow me, friends, to tell you a story
      The story's about love and also of freedom
      Our planet is riddled with plagues and diseases
      Our people are dying, they're filling the streets

      But we'll march on, march to the light
      March for our lives and our freedoms
      Our heartaches wont last long we'll one day know peace
      For this life's like a nightmare from which we'll escape.

      We've gone on and lived what fate's chosen to give us
      And our lives may be rough, but our souls are enduring
      We have prayed for the strength to be able to make it
      And make it, we will, with Christ on our side

      And we'll march on, march to the light
      March to our strength and our courage
      The Lord is our staff, we can draw on his love
      Oppression, behind us, we will rise above!

      Our spirits are high as we travel to better
      The place is like Heaven, it's meaning is peace
      There are many a person who stand in our way
      But with God in our hearts, He will show us the way

      So we will march on, march to the light
      March to the city of beauty
      In Heaven, above us, His armies are strong
      Christ sets a new course, the angels joining our throng!"
      Last edited by Zhaylin; 08-02-2009 at 12:16 AM.

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      "... And Nothing More

      Within my walls, I hear a sound
      Some nightmare creature, therein bound?
      "No," says I, "'Tis just a mouse
      "Come to nest in my wee house."

      So I laugh to spite my frightened fear,
      my childish woes, my stomach- queer
      But then, a voice says, from within my walls:
      "We delight in dread and dire squalls!"

      "'Tis just the wind." Says I, "And nothing more
      "No sounds of cries, or shrieks, or roars.
      "No beast within my home doth dwell!
      "No evil chiding. No evil tales."

      "'Tis just the wind and nothing more."

      And yet the noise within my dwelling swells
      To a clamor befitting a hundred hells
      "No wind," Murmurs I; my voice a rasp
      "Perchance a storm." And then I gasp

      For falling to the floor in mounds
      the plaster of my walls crash down!
      My heart leaps fro at a deadly pace
      My skin turns pale- a hanged mans face.

      I think I see eyes within my death-dark walls
      Are those opened mouth in feasting calls?
      "No." Moans I, whist I shake my head
      "'Tis just a storm." Says I, with dread.

      "'Tis just a storm and nothing more."

      No larger than a cat- the creature,
      leaps to my floor, the Devils feature
      With the head of a man and tail of rat,
      scale covered body and teeth of bat:

      It looks upon my throat, in need;
      the hell sent creature- Satan's seed...
      And as my fingers touch my dwellings door
      more monsters come- in droves, in scores

      "No!" Cries I. "'Tis just a dream!
      "There is no cause to fret or scream!
      "A dreadful dream and nothing more
      "'Tis mere imagined visions of death and gore."

      "'Tis just a dream and nothing more!"

      Yet my hand still twitches in horrid fright,
      whilst my heart and soul doth curse the night
      Bound by fear, I cannot flee!
      I am hypnotized by all I see.

      Then they seize my throat and tear my chest
      "Leave his bones!" Cries a creature. "To feed the rest!
      "Our dirty work has just begun
      "So let us kill the good and have our fun!"

      And the creature, more like demons,
      Still emerge from holes, their bodies steamin'
      As if newly born from hell- their home:
      My house, their gate, our earth to roam

      My life, no more; our earth, their own."


      By far my very favorite poem. Many people think it was inspired by Poe, but I have never read "The Raven" lol
      I was very sleep deprived when I wrote this and the words just "came" to me. It was written sometime in November or December 1997

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      Here's another long one. It was inspired by the success of the one before it lol. This one always felt a little too "forced" and I've never been completely happy happy with it. It was written, 12/17/1997

      "Evil Eyes

      One winter's night, so dark and dreary
      I stumble from my bed, still weary
      'Tis Christmas Eve, yet my heart doth dread
      The sight mine eyes t'will see beyond my bed.

      T'were no stockings hung from my [small] fireplace
      T'was not a glimmer of light to caress a child's face
      "What child" I bethink. "I am now all alone.
      "Left to wonder the halls of this old, haunted home."

      My spirit, in danger, of eternal brimstone

      I hear a rap upon my floors
      "What beast be thee?!" My soul implores
      I see no demon, however, just a tiny ball
      Rolling into the heart of a too vacant hall

      Mirthless laughter fills my ringing ears
      My body shakes, fear brings forth tears
      For in the shadows lurks my long dead child
      Light dances in his eyes gone wild

      Evil eyes and soul defiled

      But t'was the evil I spied on my own ghastly face
      Because my own bitter soul I did severely debase?
      For the heart of the spirit is seen through the eys
      And I have lost my defenses. I have lost my disguise.

      My boy stands before me with a silent bequeath:
      He wants me to join my lost family; to embrace him in death
      His trembling hands weld a phantom-like knife
      The monster, my son, how he longs for my life

      Vengeance is his and my terror is rife

      "Be gone, you ghoul! Go back to hell!
      "Can you not see I am now faring well?!
      "I am not ready yet!" I rant and rave
      "Find someone else to fill a grave!"

      My boy merely trembles as if a leaf
      He seems overcome with unbearable grief
      He stands stock-still, makes not one sound
      Yet I still sense movement all around.

      My dead t'were rising from the ground.

      Then finally, my son approaches
      Talk of loss, he slowly broaches
      I stumble back, his touch I fear
      Then scores of moans mine ears doth hear.

      I dread the questions to which my dead need answers
      Of yesteryear- of macabre disasters
      Whence my sanity had slipped and I went mad
      From which there on out life turned so bad...

      My family, no more, pain t'was all I then had.

      He pulls me in an embrace as mist
      bowing my head, my forehead he kissed.
      "Poor father," says he. "See the pain in my eyes?
      "Because of your deeds, you are now Satan's prize."

      See, my lad t'was not evil, he merely sought my redemption
      For I had murdered my family with no trepidation
      My moppets and my wife I had so thoughtlessly slayed
      Now my crimes against God shall be utterly paid

      My family dragged me to hell on a path I had paved."


      It was painful for me to write that lol. It is worse than bad lol

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      This next one was written in 1995 when I was pregnant with my first daughter. It turned out to be a morbid sort of lullaby I sang to my girls.

      "Ballad of Time and Love

      You're my little baby
      My precious baby girl
      You sleep both days and nights
      But your life's still such a whirl
      There'll come a day
      When you learn the way
      Of growing up
      Of being tough
      Just promise you wont doubt your part
      In our family and our heart.

      You're my little baby
      My precious little girl
      Now when you go about
      Boys heads do twirl
      Please dont cry
      When some say goodbye
      Your heart will mend
      You will not die
      Your spotlight will draw nigh- aim high
      That day is drawing nigh.

      You're still my little baby
      My precious, precious girl
      I've grown old and you've grown up
      My memory's in a swirl
      I've done my job
      I've seen it through
      Now it's your turn
      There's much to do
      A husband have you found for thee
      and children for your knee.

      Hush now little baby
      My precious, much loved girl
      I know things now are tough
      But my wings 'round you I'll curl
      Thought my job was through, I said
      It's just anew in Heaven's stead
      From here I'll watch you night and day
      All harm I'll keep at bay... I pray."



      Then I had a nasty split up with my kids' father in 1998

      "Myths and Fools

      Wherever there's love
      I'll show you a lie
      Just a myth on which
      Only a fool shall rely
      For at the moment of capture
      There's felt only grief
      Not a glimmer of hope
      Just a prayer for relief."


      And then I worked as a stripper and had a bout of sleeping around.
      Summer of 1998

      "Untitled

      A fuck, a friend
      A heart to mend
      Still looking
      To settle down

      Lonely heart
      Not a romance to start
      Just a string
      Of one-night stands

      Dark light, hungry eyes
      Many faces, all disguised
      But I'm merely a fantasy
      An easy bang behind the bar

      A pole, a rail
      My soul on a nail-
      If only they knew
      How I'm dying inside."



      Eventually, my beliefs changed. I no longer believe all good people go to heaven. I don't believe in a fiery hell. I definitely don't believe people become angels when they die
      All of the poetry I wrote after the untitled one above were religious in nature. But I'm too tired of typing to record them right now lol

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      I finally felt creative the other night and wrote a song. The beat doesn't quite fit with the lyrics though. The beats are at a solid rythme (?) of 8 no matter how they look when read.

      Desperately adrift and dreaming
      Lost, confused, my heart is screaming
      Misery and fears abounding
      Life could not be more astounding
      Toward bitterness I am abounding

      Wolves are howling at my door
      Tears, like rivers, do I pour
      Release me now, I dare to pray
      For comfort, peace and love wont stay

      Winter now is almost over
      Life and love must find another
      I am weary to my core
      Life and dreams, I'll have no more.

      -November 15, 2009 A.D.B.-

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