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Dreams, nightmares...

 
 
Reply Sun 22 Oct, 2006 10:10 pm
in this thread i'm planning to write down all the work related to dreams and nightmares and the like...
you are free to share your work if you'd like...

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CHILDHOOD NIGHTMARE

it was a monster
released from its abyss
returned all its powers
all energies united
the goodness within it ignited
aaah... that monstor from my nightmare
a childhood memory that haunts me still
immobilizing me--- to depths deep within
it ate everyone...
as i ran up and down
sobbing helplessly...
i cried, "MOMMY...mommy..."
yet no voice came out
i waited
and finally it came for me
what was it?
a dream, a prose, a story, or a fear?
no_ just a nightmare
my childhood nightmare!

-Naima
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lostnsearching
 
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Reply Sun 22 Oct, 2006 10:15 pm
...
i'll be writing more soon... :wink:
after i get back from a 3 day vacation that is! Laughing
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Endymion
 
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Reply Wed 8 Nov, 2006 09:32 am
hope to see more of your poems here

peace
Endy
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lostnsearching
 
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Reply Wed 18 Jul, 2007 08:24 am
Just a Secret Dream

A prayer
That I pray every night…

"Let the blood of the martyr wash away your sins
And may it leave everlasting stains
May every drop be a blessing to hell
Therein---
In peace you may dwell
May your hate cultivate by the befallen rain"

A prayer
That I pray
In the race against the clock
…must end
…before I awake

"Let the shattered glass and destroyed homes be your refuge
May your vanity cage you forever
Trap you in your own dazzling folly
My wish for you---
The manifestation of your dreams
May you become immortal
And every struggled breath of yours-
Plead death---and may it never come"

Feeling disgusted at myself
I open my eyes_
Just a secret dream
Unfortunately…

NEVER DREAMT!
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lostnsearching
 
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Reply Wed 18 Jul, 2007 08:25 am
Helplessly Slumbering

You kill to stop
And go on beheading more and more
The wounds hurt you
But you continue to count
As the bodies fall to the ground
You smirk to your shadow
Satisfying a hunger that grows
You carry on… lusting for more

The way you focus your eyes with indifference
Yet mourn over every passed second
Reminds you of how desperately you end it
Reminds you
The way the hand felt when you buried her alive
The way it felt when you unearthed your son's grave


"Stop it"

Alas!
You wish for the nightmare to end

…but it wont

Not unless you wake up…
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lostnsearching
 
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Reply Wed 18 Jul, 2007 08:27 am
Temporary Refuge

You bury your face
In the comfort of your pillow
Calling for the imaginary willow
That swallows your tears
Softens your heartbeat
And the body adjusts to the forehead's heat
While the stillness drifts you to sleep
And those few minutes of deadness
Covers up for the eye's redness
But how can the world of dreams deceive
The truths your conscious conceives?
After all…the refuge was temporary
Not an eternal sedate…
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lostnsearching
 
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Reply Sat 21 Jul, 2007 01:32 pm
The Reality

All those who promised to be there
Are the ones not here today
If I look, I look where
It's always been that way

They think you would change
But it's the same old you
You're still that scared little kid
You were many years ago
And you can't change what they did
Rise high or fall low
You're still that messy friend
Remember late night talks on the phone
But this is the end
And on the line- you are alone
You burn away the pictures
But the memory's in your head
You throw away all those letters
But countless times they've been read
It's the courage most lack
To accept the reality
They're all gone

No one's coming back

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lostnsearching
 
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Reply Sat 21 Jul, 2007 01:33 pm
You must escape from the customs that have captivated you
But how will you hide from yourself?
In the real world the rhythm's somewhat different
How could you have been lied to all these years?

_there's a time everyday
When you start to believe
Oh the love seems real too_

No one hears you scream at night
They don't see your eyes shut tight
The reasons don't change
Until the traditional music starts to break
But they can never hold you down
The rain always pours to the ground
And every risen hope
Must come shattering…
Shattering down

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lostnsearching
 
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Reply Sat 21 Jul, 2007 01:34 pm

Grains of Sand


So what?
If today you want to pick them up
Prize them
Like souvenirs from an escaped past
…when you threw them away

No matter how strong
Brave, right or wrong
No one should carry this burden
At least not you

(What?)

These grains of sand
They've belonged to me all these years
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lostnsearching
 
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Reply Tue 24 Jul, 2007 11:42 am
Life's Too Short To Be Unhappy

The glorious mighty shine betrayed you
Even the solemn breezes lied
When you stepped barefoot on the morning dew
The grass turned into a garden of thorns
Wherever you turned-
The grey clouds covered the sun
You had no shelter, no place to run
And the horrific sky exploded against you
No where to imprison yourself in the black world
When you need some courage
All those nightmares come to life
When you need a hand
You're tossed around

But they say,
"Life's too short to be unhappy"

Merely a philosopher's dream…
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LEENA
 
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Reply Wed 25 Jul, 2007 12:17 pm
Naima you wrote this poem:
Quote:

CHILDHOOD NIGHTMARE

it was a monster
released from its abyss
returned all its powers
all energies united
the goodness within it ignited
aaah... that monstor from my nightmare
a childhood memory that haunts me still
immobilizing me--- to depths deep within
it ate everyone...
as i ran up and down
sobbing helplessly...
i cried, "MOMMY...mommy..."
yet no voice came out
i waited
and finally it came for me
what was it?
a dream, a prose, a story, or a fear?
no_ just a nightmare
my childhood nightmare!


It's a little confusing..........and are you trying to say this in literal terms or symbolically or both.........explain a bit please.
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LEENA
 
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Reply Wed 25 Jul, 2007 12:22 pm
And this one:
Quote:

Just a Secret Dream

A prayer
That I pray every night…

"Let the blood of the martyr wash away your sins
And may it leave everlasting stains
May every drop be a blessing to hell
Therein---
In peace you may dwell
May your hate cultivate by the befallen rain"

A prayer
That I pray
In the race against the clock
…must end
…before I awake

"Let the shattered glass and destroyed homes be your refuge
May your vanity cage you forever
Trap you in your own dazzling folly
My wish for you---
The manifestation of your dreams
May you become immortal
And every struggled breath of yours-
Plead death---and may it never come"

Feeling disgusted at myself
I open my eyes_
Just a secret dream
Unfortunately…

NEVER DREAMT!


It's strong, especially the last lines.....may you become immortal and every struggled breath of yours- plead death- and may it never come.......but you know the lines that follow later that you're disgusted at yourslef about dreaming this dream and then that it is never dreamt confuses me a little and also neutralizes the impact......think about that and let me know.

Love
Leena.
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LEENA
 
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Reply Wed 25 Jul, 2007 01:24 pm
Then this one; Temporary Refuge: It's awesome......and the concept is totally understood.
It's just....especially the first four lines -- when I read it -- the effect on me is trance-like

The Reality: Naima, it's touching and haunting...especially these lines:
Quote:
You burn away the pictures
But the memory's in your head
You throw away all those letters
But countless times they've been read

But it's also somehow disturbing which technically is a good thinh.

Quote:
You must escape from the customs that have captivated you
But how will you hide from yourself?
In the real world the rhythm's somewhat different
How could you have been lied to all these years?

_there's a time everyday
When you start to believe
Oh the love seems real too_

No one hears you scream at night
They don't see your eyes shut tight
The reasons don't change
Until the traditional music starts to break
But they can never hold you down
The rain always pours to the ground
And every risen hope
Must come shattering…
Shattering down


Gone through that countless times, know what you mean.
That's all that I'll say...............


Grains of sand is tricky............it's nicley written, yeah but still tricky, what are you talking about?

Life's Too Short to be Unhappy -- probably one of your best written pieces, that 's the way I feel. Everything about it, the way it started and the way it came to an end -- the climax! And the scene you have captured. It just felt as if a hand gripped me from inside when I read the end -- it felt like the end. Most of the tims, writters fail to arouse that feelingin the readers but this one.........merely a philosopher's dream.........................Period.

Love,
Leena.
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lostnsearching
 
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Reply Thu 26 Jul, 2007 04:33 am
Hello Leena

Good to see you around again....

Thank you for all of that, I'll get back to you ASAP!

Regards
Naima

ps You'd make a good critique or editior... :wink:
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Endymion
 
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Reply Fri 27 Jul, 2007 02:29 am
lostnsearching wrote:

Grains of Sand


So what?
If today you want to pick them up
Prize them
Like souvenirs from an escaped past
…when you threw them away

No matter how strong
Brave, right or wrong
No one should carry this burden
At least not you

(What?)

These grains of sand
They've belonged to me all these years


I liked this very much Naima - it spoke to me - if you know what i mean
It's great to see you gaining strength in your poetry - well done
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lostnsearching
 
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Reply Fri 27 Jul, 2007 02:33 am
Thank you Endy
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Endymion
 
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Reply Fri 27 Jul, 2007 03:04 am
No. Thank you
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lostnsearching
 
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Reply Fri 27 Jul, 2007 06:21 am
We can do this all day..... Very Happy


Have a good one....
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lostnsearching
 
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Reply Sun 5 Aug, 2007 01:35 pm
******************

It's okay to cry when the lights are out
But you know how hard it is to see
The reflection that's left, a silhouette
Nothing more then another wrecked dream
But it is hell to play the real games
When you've lost yourself some years ago
Looking mindlessly in someone else's fame
Here there, above or below
An ideal to follow
Or an idol to worship?

******************

It's all a foolish show of glamour
There's nothing buried deeper in the skin
In those crowds of love
All the faces are beautiful
But none is true

(they know it-
it's nothing new)

*******************
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lostnsearching
 
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Reply Sun 5 Aug, 2007 01:39 pm
Seconds...to minures.... to hours
...A few hours seem like centuries...
Counting...
As days turn to weeks
Then
Flipping off months

but,

After forgetting how many years it has been
I wonder,
What do you want me to believe?
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