Tracy Edwards Poet Free verse

My Dreams Bleed

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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.

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Poet Destroyer A April 27, 2014 at 2:32 AM Tracie, ... CONGRATULATIONS:) on having your poem featured on the soups HOME PAGE. Goodnight poet friend <3 =LINDA

Upeksha Perera April 23, 2014 at 10:34 PM Gave me a little ache in the middle of my heart when I read it. This is so amazing work. Loved it :D

Casarah Nance April 23, 2014 at 7:56 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

Justin Bordner August 18, 2012 at 11:54 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. %

Cory Long July 14, 2012 at 12:01 AM this is excellent!! Hope all is well.. cory

Cyndi Macmillan July 9, 2012 at 5:43 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.

Elliott Bowe The Drunken Poet June 20, 2012 at 5:17 AM SOUP MAIL!

Elliott Bowe The Drunken Poet June 20, 2012 at 3:48 AM SOUP MAIL..

Elliott Bowe The Drunken Poet June 19, 2012 at 7:58 PM Hey SOUP MAIL....

Elliott Bowe The Drunken Poet June 18, 2012 at 11:52 PM How do you do it? STUPENDOUS WRITE!!! Much rhythm and fluidity...Soup mail......

David Williams June 18, 2012 at 2:17 PM Tracie, this is realy cool, I love the idea of dreams bleeding! I might steal that idea he he he,,, Dave soup mail...

Russell Sivey June 18, 2012 at 1:26 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!!