Monday, December 17, 2007


whipping and biting
the wind stings my tear filled cheeks
the world is asleep
only shadows and muted noises on the streets

last night it came again
i woke up from my own scream
piercing the sleep out of my eyes
fighting to get out of that dream

same nightmare
tangible, i feel the air
choking me i feel the powerful hands
the taunting faces are clear

i run, i run, i always run
but my feet are planted straight on the ground
until i dont throw myself out of my ratty mattress
until i dont scare myself awake from my own sound

i ran away, after my nightmare came
into the freezing night
whip at me wind, fill me with fear
pain me, i know only fright
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  1. OMG! What a powerful blog... Your profile is so heartbreaking!
    These words are so deep I can feel it thru the screen...

    I want to give you a hug and make those nighmares vanish in seconds even though you are a complete stranger.

  2. Thanks, GG -
    youre words mean alot to me...
    I am glad that you enjoyed it and in the wonderful world of the written word, no one is a stranger...

  3. You're very welcome.

    We can talk via email if you want to give it to me? No stress. It's just a question.

    Your The "W" in Brooklyn, NY post sparked a lot of interest in me.
    Your writing inspires me.

    Stay strong!

  4. This is awesome!!! Hope it's not as true as it sounds, babe… the world would be so much safer without dreams, which take away the little safe corner that's called "sleep", on the other hand dreams can redeem you and take you out of the captivity we are all in that's called "this insane world"… have only good dreams from now on!!!! OOOOOOO&XXXXXXXXXXX

  5. Hi every 1 & Tan-Q,
    Great Writing & Great Comments,

    My Friend & I were randomly picking a movie to watch this afternoon it happens 2B Girls-Interrupted, Great Movie!

    "Susanna: [narrating] Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought your train moving while sitting still? Maybe I was just crazy. Maybe it was the 60's. Or maybe I was just a girl... interrupted."

    "Susanna: Was I ever crazy? Maybe. Or maybe life is... Crazy isn't being broken or swallowing a dark secret. It's you or me amplified. If you ever told a lie and enjoyed it. If you ever wished you could be a child forever. They were not perfect, but they were my friends and by the '70s most of them were out living lives. Some I've seen, some never again, but there isn't a day my heart doesn't find them."

  6. Amen.

    Girl Interrupted... story of my life... In my top 5 movie list.


  7. There is as much difference between good poetry and fine verses,
    as between the smell of a flower garden and of a perfumer's shop
    ~Augustus William Hare

    Tan-Q JD 4 all, we Hope 2 Hear from u NEXT Year...
    Happy New Year

  8. BShy,

    I respect you as a reader and even more so as a poet...

    Thank you...

    Poetry is my lilly... her petals may fall, but her beauty is within and will continue to grow... out of the depths of loss...