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My Dreams Bleed

=0= In the darkness fluidly My dreams bleed I see you in the shadows Watching silently Feeding my hunger Quenching my ache for insanity In my weakest hour Even when i close my eyes Your vision is still haunting me The picture is black and perfect People stare with empty eyes Not one dares to look for the truth Behind there own disguise Ugliness ovewhelms me Cruelness calls me in Nightmares fill my space, No breaking them tonight A numbness invades my mind Thoughts of being your angel of darkness I long to know what's beyond this time I cry like an orphaned child My heart skips a beat As you sing for me a lullaby Of darkness and crimson good-byes My walk on the dark side Your disappearing now Ripped away You stole me away last night Come back from behind the mirror Make your darkness my reality. =0=

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 4/27/2014 2:32:00 AM
Tracie, ... CONGRATULATIONS:) on having your poem featured on the soups HOME PAGE. Goodnight poet friend <3 =LINDA
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Date: 4/23/2014 10:34:00 PM
Gave me a little ache in the middle of my heart when I read it. This is so amazing work. Loved it :D
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Date: 4/23/2014 7:56:00 PM
Tracie, I saw this on the home page and had to drop you a line to tell you how amazing your words are. Great writing! Very mezmorizing
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Date: 8/18/2012 11:54:00 PM
I really appreciate the agonizing ambivalence in this terrible honesty of loving that side of our nature which can beso frightning, and enchanting - very skillful metaphore and personality given to actions Tracie - " Quenching my ache for insanity..." - " Cruelness calss me in..." Yes Tracie, who so dares see the truth may indeed become like the Widow whom is dying for the past - J.A.B. %
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Date: 7/14/2012 12:01:00 AM
this is excellent!! Hope all is well.. cory
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Date: 7/9/2012 5:43:00 AM
Hey, Luv, about to wake up my girl and we're about to head off to her first LONE adventure... summer camp (2 and a half hours every day for five days). It is at her preschool, which she starts in September. I was thinking of that great advice you gave me about telling her about smoking... then I realized how long its been since I've seen your "face" here. I am barely here myself (girl first!) Hope you are well, (winter there, yes?) and wanted to say you're missed. Hugs to you and your clan.
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Date: 6/20/2012 5:17:00 AM
SOUP MAIL!
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Date: 6/20/2012 3:48:00 AM
SOUP MAIL..
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Date: 6/19/2012 7:58:00 PM
Hey SOUP MAIL....
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Date: 6/18/2012 11:52:00 PM
How do you do it? STUPENDOUS WRITE!!! Much rhythm and fluidity...Soup mail......
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Date: 6/18/2012 2:17:00 PM
Tracie, this is realy cool, I love the idea of dreams bleeding! I might steal that idea he he he,,, Dave soup mail...
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Date: 6/18/2012 1:26:00 PM
Wow, Tracie, this is a truly dark person you speak of! Your write is truly awesome! I would fear sleeping if this was happening to me! I would pray for insomnia! Your method to this poem is truly grandiose, I loved how you approached the writing of this write! Beautiful poem my friend! Great Work!!
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