Satan’s Dreams

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The darkness crept into the light

Casting shadows all around

Reeling in demons that even the vilest and most wicked creature would shiver from

Hissing laughs

And blood curdling screams

Nothing is as tormenting as Satan’s dreams

Because not everything is as it seems

What the eye sees is not always real

Shadows turn into illusions and hallucinations

The only substance that you may feel

Is darkness

Blackness

Stagnant air

Breathing becomes heavy

The pores on your skin close blocking your sweating

Heat trapped inside your body

Along with you head pounding

Mind winding

Dizzy

Uneasy

Play with the devil’s devices

And you will endure his vices

He will control your mind

He will enter your sleep

Beware

Of Satan’s dreams.

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Kiss

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“I got that good numbing pain, my dear,
Its called a kiss
Of love and passion”

When something hits you so good you fall so hard but yet feel nothing
You just float back up on the sky
Gravity ceases to exist
And you rise above the clouds
Higher
You are numb to everything
But yet feel everything so deeply
A kiss
Embraced.
Tightly.
And looking up to you and you
Grabbing my face – gently but manly-
And kissing me passionately.
Soft, and genuine.
Intense
And powerful
Biting softly
Aggressive
But loving
Deep
And tasteful
One step further and I would surely fall back
But again
Float
Butterflies will escape my body
And I would be left with nothing but a kiss

Perfect Couple

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wish i could wake up in the every morning and see your face

and every single hour of every day be with you

and we could live ever after like a fairytale

oh if i could blow a candle and that dream come true

oh to be with you

and be by your side

oh to be with you

and our worlds collide

completely different in many ways

but the love we share is the same

our differences make us what we are

the perfect couple

Part 1 The Haunting Of Longwood (Short Story)

THE HAUNTING OF LONGWOOD

Odile Censura always wanted a baby girl. She remembered growing up with her best friend Eve and they would talk for hours about having children in the future. She also remembered that she was always welcomed at Eve’s house. Good thing. Because sometimes her father Charlie was often in a drunk stupor. Charlie was a marine at one time, and was an amazing person, until her mother Mildred left him. He wasn’t a bad looking guy. He loved Mildred and did everything for her. Yeah, so he lost his left leg in war, so what, that couldn’t possibly be the reason she left without as much as a goodbye. He was always wondering what he did wrong, which was the cause of his chronic anxiety. But no matter, he would fix his depression through drinking and sleeping pills. Until he died. Poor Odile… No family. Although her father was always drunk and lost in space, she still loved him. And hated her mother for not even showing at his funeral. It’s kind of good that she didn’t, Odile might have had to just slit her throat for leaving her and her father. But it all went away when she was with Eve. It was a perfect friendship, and they argued very seldom. Odile remembered when she and Eve went to college and pursued their dream of sharing a dorm together! Odile loved Eve, and Eve loved her… ’til she gave her love to someone else. Drew Parke was his name. Perfect body, and very handsome. They were the perfect couple, both were very attractive. She always envied Eve’s natural beauty. She was a beautiful flawless ivory-skinned girl with sapphire eyes and long, wavy, dark brown hair. Eve was also tall and slender, but yet curvy. She never did let her model type body and good looks go to her head though. Odile was a mutt compared to Eve. She had the acne, the pale ugly skin, and the ugliest chartreuse eyes, and the wiry, kinky, red hair. Why couldn’t she be beautiful? All of her life she had felt unloved and insecure with herself. Her mother didn’t want her and apparently neither did any of the guys at the university. Nobody wanted her. Eve did! She thought. That’s right, Eve DID… Before she met him. And she hated him for that. All she ever wanted in life was love, to be loved, to have love. Oh she loved some, but they never loved her. Otherwise they wouldn’t have left her… But that will all change soon enough, she thought to herself as she sipped her daily morning coffee, thinking about her plans later that day…

What The Mind Sees

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Drifting off to sleep
Eyes closing
Darkness evolves into light
Shining bright to reveal a dream
About anything the mind wonders off to
Daisies and pastures
Or the ocean and its creatures
Quite possibly death and torture
Or Hell with no rapture
Happy things can become a nightmare
When the mind is numb
To lighthearted things,
Positive and good things

A nightmare is like prison
Entrapment and hell
Not seeing a way out
No control over your fate
You just know that at some point
death will find you
And you can scream
but find you voice is silent
You can punch
but find your strength is gone
You can run
but never fast enough to escape your nightmare
It controls you
The nightmare controls your fate
It controls when you will awake

Shaking and trembling often follows
With tears from fear that death could’ve swallowed
You whole
Could’ve killed you
With no way out
It had no better victim than you
But it set you free
It awoke you from your dream
To have a better fight
In real life
Death didn’t want to take you out when you were asleep
That would be too easy
So it crossed over the dimension
Between what is real and what is in the mind
It could all just be an illusion
But the mind is so powerful it tells you otherwise
Death in human form
Standing at the end of your bed
Looking down at you with a knife in hand
You swallow hard
The rock the formed in your throat
Sharp as the razor blade you will be sliced with
You hear a gravelly voice saying to close your eyes
That you don’t want to see death end your life
Close your eyes
Think of a better place
The mind is powerful
And is your way of escape.

My Ephemeral Bucolic

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She awoke to the rays of sunlight-
so bright-
that she struggled to open her eyes.
she felt cold blades grass under her silhouette.
she set up
in an instant,
and smelled petrichor redolent…
There was dew
that was formed on the incipient blooms around her. She assumed,
it was a harbinger of spring
that would be coming…
But as quickly
as she noticed these things,
she grew curious to the bucolic setting.
how she got there she wondered,
and why she was there she pondered …
But all of this wasn’t a bother,
for this wasn’t her first time there.
when times were tough,
And life was rough,
she would close her eyes,
and dream a dream,
striving to escape,
and hoping not to awake,
but unfortunately,
this was evanescent,
and it was ephemeral…
For only moments it would last,
and once this comatose past,
she was back into reality;
a place she hated to be…
Until next time (she would think),
My ephemeral bucolic…

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