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Jordyn Linkenback Poem
Night Whispers in my ear, promising sweet
Dreams from another world. My eyes lidded
With wonder of images that aren't complete.
My consciousness blurs, I scrunch up my feet.
Dream realm returns, I enter it timid.
Night whispers in my ear, promising. Sweet
Melodies drift down a rain ridden street.
Colors explode to make the dull gilded.
I wonder of images that aren't complete.
I dream in color that's full of deceit,
My journey confused but benefited
Night. Whispers in my ear, promising sweet
Souls of good fortune. The spell obsolete,
Slips off my mind. The day then comes guilted,
I linger with images that aren't complete.
Startling gold sun begins to reach its peak,
But my mind is in bed, dreaming tinted.
Night whispers in my ear, promising sweet
Wonder of images that now are complete.
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A living, breathing, swelling deep,
Sometimes with power so monstrous
It lulls me to sleep.
It is in my subconscious,
With its power so monstrous,
I feel most at peace.
It is in my subconscious
That the gold sun turns white,
A horizon of light.
Sometimes I float in the dark blue-green waves
And watch golden skies and white suns
That simply exist because they just are.
Sometimes I forget the dark blue-green waves,
That lulled me to sleep,
To simply exist because I just am
A living, breathing, swelling deep.
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The forest settles into the night
But bright flashes disturb the pitch.
Haunting music dances like a sprite,
And pounding feet bewitch.
Bright flashes disturb the pitch,
The flickering flame casting shadows
And pounding feet bewitch
On the road to El Dorado.
The flickering flame casting shadows,
Spirits rise to cause havoc tonight
On the road to El Dorado.
When pain emerges burning bright,
Spirits rise to cause havoc tonight.
Haunting music dances like a sprite
When pain emerges burning bright
The forest settles into the night.
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An unforgiving monster
That is imposed by boiling clouds,
Rolling under horizon shrouds.
When thunder claps all is amiss;
Fragmented lightning sky does kiss,
For a second in subtle bliss.
Haunted grey lurking in the crowds,
An unforgiving monster
Takes next victim down dark abyss.
Harsh words come out clear and crisp,
Instantly inky lurid clouds
Bubble and fill you up. A doubt,
The stupid feeling sealed with a kiss:
An unforgiving monster.
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