Nightmare

A NIGHTMARE

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FOLDER 2011

It stormed last night
lightening penetrated
the eastern skies
like a lazer beam
the night was ablaze.

Valleys stood in
teardrops
gutters overflowed
A pair of swollen eyes
remained.

The thunder roared
calling my attention
to the elements
reminding me of a
terrible nightmare
something went wrong. 

 copyright  by heather burns

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Sleepless

Folder: 
Poems 2009

 

Ever lasting nightmares
Sleepless nights
Lord take me away from this horror
I beg of you O lord, please
I beg of you...

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

It was after have a horrible nightmare that I wrote this. I would like not to go into it. But anyhow, this was what come out of that horrid dream.

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Lost Hope

Folder: 
Volume One

 
 
 

~~)(~~

Lost Hope”

 

 

 

How can you stand there, and look me in the eyes

deep past all the shady lies

and still say you care

I'm the one living this nightmare

 

My heart died long ago

My reason for which she stole

even now, her voice is as strong as the wind

a hurricane against my skin”

 

How do I recover, from this suicide revolver

The Past, The Future its all just a blur

Of a life that is so Impure

There is a secret inside my head

that will follow me till I'm laying on my death bed

 

Save me from myself

Save me from the misery

A monster inside of me

of a man it wants to be

waiting for death to set my soul free”

 

How can you stand there, and look me in the eyes

telling me it will be alright, yet the world around us dies”

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

hmmm My newest poem, I had much confusion while writing that one.. Seems Writing has become more and more complicated to me lately

 

(Updated; From Psycho- Confessions)

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"MNO"

by Jeph Johnson

 

The plane crashes
waking me
from a Saturday afternoon slumber...

 

 

I must call my mother!

 

...for I am crying and sobbing

 

Tears and snot reservoirs
flood behind my nose
damning my will

 

I wonder if my breath
is still worth grasping for
as I dial

 

she is not home
but has a new cell phone

 

I jot the long distance number down

 

after three rings her voice
reassures me she's still there

 

"But mom, it was me who was in the crash!"

 

I thought I was alright
-even mad that I wasn't able to sue!
I laid in the airport on a stretcher
you came right away to snuggle
...comfort me in my pain...
and brought me a book called "MNO"

 

The older I get
the less I can do for myself
My nursery was spotless,
my bachelor pad
is like the set of
Saving Private Ryan
with sentiment
but without purpose

 

young attractive girls
rear their ugly heads
everywhere I go
(it used to be Jesus)

 

maybe someone can help
sort through compact discs,
pop culture and porn,
pictures and trinkets,
baseball cards and posters
and maybe someone can
even alphabetize my books
putting the one you gave me
from the dream
in the middle

Author's Notes/Comments: 

2001 

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