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Friday Fantasy ~ Taken

14 Friday Oct 2016

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The colors of midnight, purple and blue

The crimson of roses, vibrant and true

Blackening skies against red petals, deep

Clouding my judgement, as I slip into sleep

Lost in a fantasy, dreams float away

In a fragrance that once held the meaning of day

Try as I might, I cannot awaken

Through blackness, in dreams, my soul is taken

 

 

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Sleep’s a Curse

29 Thursday Sep 2016

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Midnight passed so long ago

Still I keep writing, yes, I know

Eyes are weary from the day

Closing slowly, all the way

Pencil drops on paper’s lap

Perhaps it’s time to take a nap

No, wait, I simply cannot stop

Words will disappear, then pop

Out of my overloaded mind

Never again will I find

The ones to finish the final verse

Falling asleep is really a curse

 

 

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I’m Not Tired

12 Sunday Jun 2016

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I really should be fast asleep

It’s funny, I’m not tired

The night has taken over me

The light of day, expired

 

There’s a spider crawling up my wall
He doesn’t notice me at all

Perhaps he’s uninspired
By the fact that I’m not tired

 

My brain is running on caffeine
It really should be in a dream

Is that truly what I desire?
Cause I’m really not that tired

 

I close my eyes and try to rest

Still, visions dance before me

Why do I even bother?

Now where’s that cup of coffee?

 

Sweet liquid gold is most required
Oh, did I mention I’m not tired?

 

 

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Scented Moonbeams

28 Saturday May 2016

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In the quiet hours before the light

In the mystic call of the seas

My soul forever finds its place

Drifting among the breeze

Cool against my body

Blowing gently through my hair

Wisps of scented moonbeams

Serenade me with the air

Surrounding me in its subtle winds

That sing in lullaby song

Luring me to slumber deep

With the night, where I belong

 

 

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Part of the Scheme

02 Monday May 2016

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Night, the blackest of day takes over

When dreams become terror, indecent exposure

Hiding in the corners, where shadows keep

Creeping, awakening from slumber deep

Haunting, with such a clever disguise

As flickering lights, fall and rise

Allowing them to dance with glee

Yet, as dark returns, their symphony

Does serenade my imagination

This singing, without provocation

Realizing now, it’s all part of their scheme

As I awaken to the sound of my own scream

 

 

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