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"The Found Book"
As the sun set on the small town, Emily sat on her porch, staring out at the orange and pink sky. She had always loved this time of day, when the world seemed to be at peace and the air was filled with the sounds of crickets and the distant honking of geese.
By Vocal Trending 4 years ago in Poets
The Elephant In the Room
I have had this recurring dream since I was about six. The only dream, besides waking nightmares, which I have ever recalled. In my dream, a monumental lion suddenly appears, a mane so majestic, I can’t help but to notice. Each misplaced visit forebodes something aberrant; it stalks about, first along the fence then it leaps atop the roof, not a single tile mislaid. While it slinks about, I rush my family inside, frantically. Why has this beast come? My face is stoic and scrutinizing, but my knees tremble and my heart races. Wild and free this feral cat has no place here. Who let this beast loose? It tilts its head and flicks its tail tauntingly, a torrid invitation. A standoff ensues: a six year old girl face to face with a king of the jungle. Its whiskers draw back in a snarl. What would the neighbors think if they heard a lion so far from the zoo? She, or I, I suppose- I am just an observer now - bows in diffidence, an attestation of reverence. This lion has no voice, but I know what it would say. And the feeling which startles me awake is that of nightmares.
By Chipa Mulenga4 years ago in Poets
The Creatures of Torment
Inception, ResurrectionI lay me down to sleepTrickle de trotCounting lost sheep.Where is this, I askSleep solid shifting formsMattress to cityA nightmare is born.Unconscious mindTells tales of no timeBlended realitiesPhysicality; a dense malady.Walking through matterVehicular minds; the Mad HatterUnformed yet wholeTragic truths of the soul.Through the streets I walkI am nothing, yet everythingA human, a ghostAll that lies in-between.Am I real?Am I not?Hidden truthsMany forgot.Gliding, street to sidewalkQuantum to matterBending from sleep to wakeBack down the mind ladder.Falling from the skySpiders of the galactic eyeDown to my formA nightmare hath been re-born.How did they blend?Spiders now crawling to my headJust in the streetsNow, invading my beds sheets.Binary at rootThe come to take rootA code of destructionA faulty mind truth.Faces of FractalsShattered realitiesA broken mind spacePrescribed abnormalities.A.I. CreaturesWith legs of eightMirrored faces of thousandsDemented demons not late.Each shard a dimensionWrapped in formSkies raining downMental illness, a storm.Creeping and crawlingFrom 1D to 3Clanking their metalsComing for me.Possession of dreamspaceMetaphysical attackFrozen in formFight for life back.Creeping for my earsMy eyes and my noseTurn down the noisePatient; take another dose.Schizophrenia; borderlineMultiple personalities doth rootHauntings of mental illnessHath encumbered my sootDreamspace of midbrainCan it be soIf I heal you just rightMy pain doth let go.Sneaking and wretchingThese not of the truthThe poison of agesAffecting our youth.Trinity in meSo galactic, so freeI call on my forcesThe family, my tree.As 3 becomes 1A circle is formedDefeated manipulationA cosmic star, Earth born.Spiders of intelligenceArtificial you areYou come from the devil,I come from the stars.I feed you your poisonI alter your codeThe virus within you,Not welcome in this abode.Divinely lovedUniversally createdI rise from my bedUnphased and unweighted.
By Lakrisha Raymond4 years ago in Poets
