My dreams have been strange 

Leaping rivers give way to slick clay- red and thick

I wash and wash until I melt away

In that house, I wander, opening new doors and exploring rooms

Rooms stacked high with towers of books

My bed rest high above my head

Balanced on the book towers, so I climb

Reaching the top my bed is gone

It doesn't matter, I'm not tired 

I leap cloud to c...

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It's a house of many rooms

When it first appeared it was haunted

Ripped curtains, torn upholstery, and filth

The house only had a few rooms open, the others with doors locked solid

I drove the ghosts out, even as they claimed to be family 

Nightmares never last

A childhood holdover to refuse creepy dreams

Semblance of Lucidity

I know when I am Dreaming... sometimes

The h...

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The pounding of the rain woke me

As sure as coffee 

It woke me 

I dreamt of crashing waves that night

Howling winds of desert sands, thirsty for nature's elixir

I dreamt of tents cast in bronze and raw silk 

The howling winds straining at the ropes

The smell of rain on dry sand 

The clouds racing the moon 

The pounding of the rain on the window woke me 

Starting me fr...

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I one time dreamed a dream wherein I walked within an open field,

where every step a memory was, and every breath was poignant filled.

I saw each day I ever lived, they all bled slowly into one.

Each opportunity to give now stood a moment left undone.

I saw each thing I ever owned and tried so hard to justify,

but every effort woeful fell and I was left to wonder why.

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Can you grasp a piece of midnight,

from the furthest reach of the sky,

when it seems nothing has gone right

and there’s no reason why?

Can you see yourself from the shadows,

in the place you’ve been hiding there,

then come to grips with who you are

and finally breathe the air?

For birds believe they’re born to fly.,

each seed knows it will grow.

So likewise...

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Oh, why so many dreams bestowed

in young and tender years,

fall into drifting dust decay 

then sadly disappear.

Are dreams to blame for broken hearts

and quiet hour’s remorse?

Or is the dreamer born of guilt

for veering from its course?

Are dreams unfair for rising up

to skies in brilliant hue?

Perhaps they take no time for thought

and ask too much to d...

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Let's escape our separate towns together,
Away from prying eyes,
Where no one knows our faces yet,

And our love needs no disguise.

Let's camp out in the world together,

And I'll hold you through the night,

With your head upon my shoulder,

We sit watching stars burn bright.

We'll laugh and smile discussing hopes and dreams,

And make known all of our desires,

We'l...

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