I saw it again
That anger of mine.
On a door window pane
In that room of time.
And it came into view
For me to behold.
Its image the same
Nothing new….same as old.
I took cloth in hand
Tried to wipe it away.
But it stubbornly remained
No words uttered….nothing to say.
So I dropped that cloth
And it fell to the floor.
And as I tried leaving that room
Anger still….on that pane of the door.
Now comes the afterparty.
The afterparty is starring in the mirror
And removing your desired face
To reveal her true picture
That she used makeup to erase.
Her feet sink into the carpet
As she sets aside her heels
Pushing down the urge to vomit
This is how it feels to be ideals.
She removes the string from her smile
And her eyes turn off their light
Her memory will arrive in awhile
After her never ending night.
For now the hairspray is glued
And her eyes soon start to shut the shade
She sleeps away her youth
Tomorrow her story is replayed.
Once again, I’m standing in his doorway, looking at what I’ve done.
How can such a barbaric act give me such satisfaction?
I don’t know why it does, but it does. The feeling of dominance.
Closure. Clarity. Anti-conformity.
He won’t stop bleeding, and I won’t stop laughing.
But soon after, the feeling fades.
And I can’t wait to do it again tomorrow night.
She went to bed as normal
To enter her reoccurring dream
Being visited by who
Its not too long before she screams
Her body becomes so bloodied
Scratched by seeings unknown
Claw marks not of this world
She's all alone feeling so disowned
She opens her teary eyes
Faceless images front her sight
Being in this reoccurring dream
To scared she lies in fright
Scaled humanoids over her body crawl
In an eerie fascination
Its like she's become an experiment
To find their realisation
She drifts even further
Panicking she gasps for air
In her bleeding aspiration
Her dark eyes open in deadened stare
In momentary shock
From this reoccurring dream she awakens
Is it just a matter of time
She becomes their forsaken
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/dark-2.php
When this reoccurring dream began it was not very clear, as it continued
it became clearer. Almost immediately after I accepted Jesus Christ as
my Lord and personal Savior, the dreams became vivid, as though I was
actually there. I would wake up in night sweats, heart pounding, wondering
always wondering. I never really put much thought into the dreams, only
that they were. One night a few years ago, I guess something in my
subconscious made me pay attention. What I noticed was, when those
apparitions were surrounded by the soft glowing light, they indeed disappeared.
However, in every dream, there are hundreds of them, the room is full. One
day I asked God how that could be? So many had disappeared. The very next
dream, my question was answered. The faces were new, except for those that
would not look at me. I had asked God for help, He answered my prayer and
question. That's why the new faces, those apparitions were asking me for help.
Somehow by God's Grace, I believe I do... I hope I continue to dream.....
May God Bless all of you, As He has me............Taz
Running, running in the dark, emerging from the woods late in the night.
Whispering clouds seem to drift before the face of the moon. Looking over
my shoulder, yet, as always, no- one is there, No- one is ever there. There
is a house, always the same house. I come to window, always the same
window, crouching low, I am afraid, always afraid. My shaking fingers grasp
the sill, I raise my head ever so slowly, as my heart is beating out of my
chest. My eyes clear the edge of the sill, instantly it seems as though
my heart and time stand still. Apparitions, hundreds of them, moving, lost
as though they seek something. I pray silently to God for protection, suddenly
I feel warmed, as though a blanket has been wrapped around me. Without
conscious thought, I begin to pray for the souls I see within each apparition
I see. Those that look at me and what seems like their looking into my soul
smile at me, then disappear into a soft glowing light. Those that don't look
at me remain. What can this mean?
To be Continued!
I have awakened to an odd sort of place
A room unfamiliar, extravagant, and lace
A bed so grand and remarkably soft
A floor of wood and pictures aloft
A heavenly sent bombards my senses
My guard is down exposed defenses
Another beside me stirs about
Shocking me slightly to force a roust
From under the blankets emerges a pup
A handful at most no bigger than a cup
Back in bed I wrestle the stranger
Bellowing loudly devoid of danger
All at once a jolt brings me back
A cane to the face a large “Thwack”
My eyes strain through the new found tears
Returning my attention to all my old fears
I am back in the orphanage with the other kids
With ragged old cloths and bruised eyelids
Drifting back to sleep, I want to dream again
Of the grand ol’ room and pup my friend.