Tag Archives: creative writing

Dream A Little Dream Of Me

I hope that you are sleeping. I hope that you are dreaming. Dreaming of me. Thinking of me. As I too am thinking of you, dreaming of you, believing in you. I’m not really one to give up. Dream that little dream of me, would you?

Dream Inside A Dream

It’s a long, long day ahead

Before I get to bed

Just remembering now, i think

Something you had said

Blue-green

Like the sea

If only you had seen

Those things that i could see

Come one, come all!

Welcome to the fair!

You there! You look tall!

Come and see the dancing bear?

You wouldn’t refuse… You wouldn’t dare!

With you it’s always an adventure

Surely backed as though by debenture

I always find myself to be so sure

But what if I can’t find the answer?

What if I… ?

Other Worlds

Spiraling, spiraling down into the abyss. The mad hatter knows no bliss. I find myself in its embrace far too often. That… darkness. One day I hope to light the way for not just others but myself as well. One day. The light will come.

The Mad Hatter

Down, down, down again

Down into the rabbit hole

Little Alice

Only hope you find not malice

There he is

A man of many hats

A land of talking cats

Falling, falling

Spiraling into the well

Falling now under the spell

That fatal flaw

That final tell

Missing the scent

And feeling spent

Is that where all the leaves went?

My Darling, do not fear

Even with the monsters near

Hold now, shed a tear?

Still Cold Amidst The Fires

Have you ever felt that bone-chilling cold? That cold that not only chills your body but your mind, your heart, and even your soul? Light a fire just to keep warm. You’ll just end up burning the house down. The firefighters picking through the burnt and smoldering wreckage of what was once a home only to find you there, sitting on an ashen sofa, turned from flesh and bone to ice. So cold to the touch it spreads.

Frostbite

So cold

Freezing, even

I can put on a blanket but…

It won’t help

This frigid mood that overtakes

Turns to ice even the largest lakes

Can’t feel my fingers

Can’t feel my toes

Only the stinging, piercing cold that knows

I hold this in

And freeze within

Look behind my eyes and see the snow.

A Light That Won’t Go Out

Always on, always burning. There is a lamp that never goes out. The light across the bridge, the light at the end of the tunnel, eyes in the dark that watch your every move. For every champion of the light, there lies in secret something far more sinister. But just as there lies the body of the Sinisterium, so too is there the light. May harmonic balance find you and retrieve you from the depths of this eternal oscillation so that you may see the light as much as the dark. To walk not between worlds, but within one world. Find yourself now, arbiter of the unbroken. I hope you all like the poem today.

Blindspot

Is there anybody out there?

Searching, never finding

Plentitudes

Of loneliness and solitudes

Staring down at screens abound

Wishing only i could hear the sound

The angelic hymn and calming tune

The hope to hear your voice again soon

I feel so lost amidst the dunes

Shifting sands

Far from home in distant lands

Skin so burning

Stomach so turning

I only hope that i am learning

Peering out at ancient monoliths

Think of you, i hope to share with

These old bones and ancient myths

Try again to find the pith

Specters haunt and do surround

The darkness always finds a way around

Only Wish I Had Amnesia

I only wish I had amnesia. I only wish I could forget. Locked away inside a vault but not forgotten, never forgotten. The banging on the door, the inhumanness that emanates from Behind… I can’t escape. I can’t leave. This is my castle. And I am besieged. Invaders at the gate, foul beasts bring about their war machines. My men fortify the doors and knock their ladders from the walls but we all know that one day these walls will fall. Perhaps I’ll let my monsters out to tear apart the their kin.

Is There Anyone Out There?

Where to again?

Where would you have me go?

“You know I’d do anything for you, my love”

Split between a thousand paths

Some fork in the road, yeah?

Lost again

I’m off the trail

They’ll never find me now

I forgot to tell a friend

I walk again through these woods

Birds ever so softly chirping in their trees

Finding a distinct lack of bees

It only hurts a little more without you here

A feeling in my chest like a submarine out of power, stuck a thousand leagues under the sea

Crushed and broken

Spent my last token

My submarine in pieces

I too lie crushed and broken

Torn apart by sharks and crabs and angler fish

I am forgotten under the sea

May they never find my body

I’d rather they not see

What’s really happened to me