Uhm.. Okay! Hi guys! This is a really, REALLY old account that I've never published anything on... But, that is changing, because I'm publishing 2 of my poems here! These are both made to view from a deeper perspective, truly. So, I hope you enjoy!
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Dreamland
Dream, a sweet, sweet dream of a sharper knife.
The lies expanding, the dark engulfing.
The violin-like pattern playing a song, telling a story on her wrist.
A bow as her saviour. Her knife.
Blood spilling in shear, deep puddles.
No one can hear her cry. There's nothing more here.
Dream, a sweet, sweet dream of a tighter rope.
The tears falling, kissing the sun goodbye.
Sanity escaping the red marks on his neck.
A slight smile, a gasp, a breath.
One last tear. A bow as the curtains close.
All of these were his last.
Nothing more for him.
Oh, don't we wish this to be but a dream?
Awake.
I don't ike being awake.
Dreams are where I truly exist.
My thoughts, my hopes, my feelings, are reality only here.
My life is but a fantasy.
That has a wish of escaping.
In pure ecstasy, I put my trust in an idea.
A dream.
I don't like being awake.
As you can be hurt in this state.
I enjoy the pain.
But its often more than I can bare.
I'd much rather be asleep.
As I dance with the demons and monsters inside my head.
The daylight controls my mind.
And destroys my fantasy of a sharper knife.
I'm not mentally insane.
I just don't like it here.
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So! How'd you like? If you'd enjoy more of my writing, give me an indication, okay?? Once again, Thanks for reading!
~xRissa_Cross
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Dreamland and Awake
Poetry2 pieces of poetry from a deeper, unspoken perspective.. Enjoy!
