Poetry Blogs (2019, nightmares)

Start a fire.

Steal a caldron.

Select the bones

of a longstanding struggle,

and toss them in.

Season with your spit.

Simmer for twenty-four hours.

Choose a raw nightmare;

a beast threatening all you adore,

a pitch-dark space which whispers.

Chop up the heart of it

and scatter into the mix.

Pour out a pint of good wine.

Half for you. Half for the stew.

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I am at the pit of my breakdown

Saying goodbye to sleep I once loved

Food I could once eat without nausea 

Dreams 

That once allowed rest

Help me 

I pray 

Sitting on the floor sobbing 

Do I allow this pain to make me human

Or wish it away?

I bring these matters to You 

I cannot do it alone 

I’m still processing 

Picking out the safest part...

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You try to trick
You try to play
But I told you
I won't let you stay.

In my head
You've made a home
Constantly screaming and
Finding space to roam.

Playing on repeat
Every reel I cannot stand
Scenes of trauma, the
Torture of your own brand.

I said go away
Told you I'll break,
It only gets worse
When I lie awake.

So I'll take your tools
And take away your space.
Ending it all toni...

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One foot in as she tests the waters,
Scorching hot, enough to revel in.
Tub over-flows as her body sinks,
Like her heart filled with so much sin.

Flames make shadows dance on walls,
Anxious they jitter from beneath the seam.
Chest tightens under the weight of 100 bricks,
As the air continues to thicken with steam.

Tile floor stained with a crimson splash,
So sure this way she would never ...

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Tied down with fear
Grief heavy on my chest
Lifeless my body lies under the weight
Into my soul, your evil has infest.

Darkness screaming to escape
My skin rips from within
Shadows form until heavily they fall
Heart stained from crimson sin.

Monsters dance along the walls
Singing to the sound of desolation
Tangling the reel inside my mind
Burning through to confuse all emotion.

Sinking...

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Running through a maze of halls
Every corner turned your face appears
Desperately trying to escape your grip
Yet my mind seems to volunteer.

Just from reach of your fingertips
Out of breath, I circle round,
"I'm sorry" consumes the air around me
Inevitably I am dead-end bound.

And so I find myself trapped
Your breath searing the back of my ears
Nails scraping these walls to getaway
...

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{Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #19} {Living Death Traps} 

Well for many year's

now I have a

reoccurring vision, nightmare, illusion

that has me living

out a hellish living

death trap that haunt's

me ? night after

when I am able to

sleep 

but most night's while

I am asleep I start

to have these dreams

or vision's that seems

so l...

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{Flash Backs `N` Nightmares} 

The bad flash backs `n` nightmares haunt's my life `n` mind `n` memory today it washes over my whole body almost crippling it like the first time it occurred it's purely agony on my poor old soul that I wish would disappear from me because it's a wrecking ball to my life today 

`N` I can still see the flash backs `n` nightmares of the bu...

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This is an attempt to capture the alien strangeness of the Nullarbor Plain which borders the Great Australian Bight. Despite its name it has plenty of hardy trees in places, but no surface water whatsoever. It is a totally flat expanse of bedrock almost seven hundred miles wide, and I have driven every inch of it!

The Traveller's Eye

O the light flows quickly over this blasted plain,

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Note: there is some strong language in this. it's not too bad. it's not too excessive, either. one word in here twice, i think. and if you're wondering, yes, the colors mean something. and yes, im genuinely asking a question to you, the reader. and to the person this is about. but i pray he never reads or finds this. anyway, enjoy.

Am I selfish for wanting another hug? 

I handed you the...

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I dreamt I killed, then buried deep,
The memories that slighly seeped,
Like pricking pins in eyes that saw
Me hurt, then kill, then hurt some more.

When I awoke I did not know,
If the cellar parts were true or faux,
My parts were there, sure,
Tacked to brick,
To prick,
To prick,
To prick.

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Night Scented Stock

tick

unfamiliar room

in a strange bed

full of creaks

eyes heavy lidded

from restless sleep

shadows dance

in corners

at the edge

of your peering.

silence hisses

as the house groans

branches prise

at the window frame

scratching out

their insistent cravings

in regular tattoos

heartbeat racing

...

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