A Wish for Dreamless Slumber
A cool hand
falls silently
over her jutted hip.
Unaware, yet determined,
fingers trace smooth,
bronzed skin
and arms wrap around
a slender frame.
Dreams are vividly
flashing in color
and glitter
and sparks.
Throwing champagen.
Smearing lip stick
and blowing out moonlit lanterns.
Dreams awaken
these hide-behind feelings.
They set my body a blaze,
move me,
and use me for their own
sick-sweet desires.
Dreams haunt me.
Dreams keep me from speaking,
from laughing,
from loving.
Dreams keep me from praying.
This is a wish for dreamless slumber.
For rest.
For the rebirth of hope.
This is a wish for dreamless slumber.
For counting sheep
and lullabies eternal.














Devious Comments
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"If you can't laugh at yourself, life's gonna seem a whole lot longer than you like. " - Garden State
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roses are red
violets are blue
Some poems rhyme
this one doesn't?
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Forget the gun, grab the cannoli.
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"If you can't laugh at yourself, life's gonna seem a whole lot longer than you like. " - Garden State
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roses are red
violets are blue
Some poems rhyme
this one doesn't?
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It grieves me that this is not a dirigible,
that the sea stows us as a song in the belly of a maestro...
Oliver de la Paz
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Forget the gun, grab the cannoli.
I must admit- I haven't a clue what 'champagen' means... Sorry.
I'm at Alanna's, and she says for me to "JUST READ THE STUPID POEM!"
I hardly consider it 'stupid.' Splendid, love, just splendid.
Luvlieressessessess youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!
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If you weren't real, I would make you up.
-Joseph Arthur
I LOVERSZEIS YOU TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yeah. Alanna's degrading sometimes. -.-
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Forget the gun, grab the cannoli.
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I'm the kind of human wreckage that you love.
-mcr, blood
o-0
When did this happen?
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It grieves me that this is not a dirigible,
that the sea stows us as a song in the belly of a maestro...
Oliver de la Paz
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