dread dreams from the darkside of sin and the fantastic

[themirrorthief]

hey Sylvia
I understand
its not easy
having
a dysfunctional brain
one to powerful
for a mere human
frame
long days and horrific
nights
battling until
you are exhausted
you want to cry
but it wouldn't help
you want to scream
but no one is
listening
its a common thing
but knowing that
is pointless
just keep writing
for some odd reason
for some compulsive
compulsion
and you do it well
creating in hell
trapped in the bell
jar
inside your invisible
prison
no one can find
no one has the key
at least now
you have peace
but it didn't
have to happen
but then again
nothing has to happen
or does it?

Sylvia Plath is Dead



being normal
just isn't worth it
you have to try to hard
and its not who
you are
so go ahead
and be a wallflower
its ok
sit alone in
the dark
spend hours
staring out windows
long walks in the park
and eating by
yourself
being normal
just isn't your thing
accept it and
live your life
its the only one
you have
after all


a voice whispers to me
its accent soothes me
speak not of love alone
but of beauty
and soft tones
and time spent joyfully
near an aphordite
more pleasant than tender
kisses from a mother
or daughter
a touch that is hers
can make a heart seek
life unending
and like a dream
unfolding and sweet
love flowers, its aroma
brings the spring
no matter the season
and beyond all reason
such is beauty
cannot I
share another ode
to the majesty
of all things Godly
pure and whole
just a few moments
into eyes large and deep
like sparkles in the stream
tossing over pretty
stones and little crevices
I fancy more time
with beauty
tho I can only offer
a poem
which is not even
a sonnet
:iconmeanus:
Not a sonnet but of beauty


the nothing world
is so close by
it seems almost
everyday
I teeter on the edge
and look down
into it
just a pit of dark
thoughts and pointless
cravings
that barely make sense
anymore
quote the fucking
raven
rapping there
just outside my window
desperately trying
to bring more
bad news
even football hardly
seems real
bodies without minds
crashing into each
other
trying to get
field position?
there isn't even
a thing in the
field worth having
love is so distant
although its right
beside me
isn't it?
such a vague
abstract
thing
the only thing
worth having
when one finds
oneself
so near the edge
of the nothing
world
:iconmeanus:
the nothing world is so close



we should make love
because I adore you
there is nothing more
beautiful
under the sun
or the ocean
who sent such
a goddess
to earth to suffer
I have no
idea
but we should kiss
and so much more
we should make love
but we never will
I only saw
you
in a movie
and fell in love
you're married
have kids
and are most likely
happy
and rich
but from a distance
you have my heart
you control my will
you have made me
richer
inside
because I love you
and it doesn't
have to be
returned
like an old pop
bottle from
years ago
we should make love
but inside my heart
I will have you
forever
and I can look
at you
whenever I wish
so live your
life
and I will live
mine
but I'll always have
you
if only
in my silly
daydreams
:iconmeanus:
we should make love

[themirrorthief]

mad dreams
things that worry me
possibilities
vague and haunting
driven by mystery
plagued by dread
so awesome and awful
those dark things
that live in our heads

[themirrorthief]

dont worry about the things
that haunt you
its only shreds of madness
there to taunt you
and make you sad
but such is life
just shake it off
and write a poem
or go get a milkshake
and forget about the women
that somehow
always
seem to piss you off

[themirrorthief]

The dark is dangerous
the time for evil
fear is primal
and multiplied
we dread what we cannot
understand or see
and rightfully so
terror is always near
at hand
when you drive down
the freeway
death massages your
shoulders
to make you feel at peace
turn the radio up
relax and sit back
maybe even
take a little nap
God forbid
the highways are
deadly
drunk, distracted,
and simply bad
drivers
hurl at tremendous speeds
right next to you
they're getting high
screaming on their cell
even occasionally
glancing at the road
but sail on pilgrim
it wont be you today
but it will be somebody
and the reaper
smiles
although
he be
a bit
overworked these dark days

[themirrorthief]

I dreamed of clear blue sky
deep forest green
and trembling crystal streams
but all my my lovely
dreams
and fantasies
were about you
your soft kiss
and brightly glistening
eyes
your perfect lips
and expertly sculpted
nose
your snow white flesh
and pretty smile
when I drift away
into my self
I turn back upon
those times
when laughter came
without effort
and tears flowed
like a river
when you hurt me
or always
when you hurt yourself
and the pain comes
but this is an ode
to beauty
and thus I bow
to that holy
endowment to lowly
mankind

[themirrorthief]

I watched
with great interest
as she walked into the deep
water
her dress became wet
it was a long white dress
her laugh
was addictive
if man can love
a woman
I loved her
then
the sun was bright
and the sky blue
her lips were red
and her eyes
were silver
they shown
liked metal
very polished metal
everything is strange today
she has gone far away
I will never see her
again
that means forever
but what of it
I can dream
long and deep
like that woman
that covered her
so moist and cool
and clear
and damp
on that day
into the cool

[themirrorthief]

there is to much
evil in the world
to much darkness
and sin
desperation turned black
dread things kept in
hidden sacks
and we all pay the cost
there is nothing
we can do?'
maybe pray
if God listens
if dreams come true
if love can save
us all
from ourselves
and all that dwells
somewhere outside

and so far

inside

[themirrorthief]

Solomon Kane

the dreamer

he wanted a better

world

free from evil

no killers or sinners

no desperate characters

spitting in the face

of his God

He took to the sword

and fought with

mankind

and all his shortcomings

he thought he could

make it better

and perhaps he did

in his own simple

straightforward way

of course it was

a hopeless battle

against inhumanity

and in the end

frustrated in the face

of the hopeless quest

he killed himself

at least then

he found

this thing

called peace

[themirrorthief]

I just wish I had
the answer
to all these problems
I want us all
to be happy
and overcome our mistakes
and trials
but its just overpowering
sometimes
Im not that strong
I think
Im not really a rock
just a scared lonely soul
my best friend is my cat
and he craps in my floor
kinda the way it goes
one step forward
two steps back
people cling to me
Im going under with them
are you listening God?
are you awake
Thank God I know you are there
just make me a little
stronger
last a little longer
cause the sky is falling
satan always calling
he never gets tired
and his job is so easy
we want to give up
fry our minds
and just sit somewhere
saying
fuck all of you
but thats not right
we need each other
but so many
only truly
care about themselves
and what in hell
can we do about
that?

[themirrorthief]

I want to be
so much more
more pleased
with myself
and my contribution
to this world
I seem to be a bird
with one broken
wing
I cant fly very high
and Im always asking
why?
Life can be so odd
everyday a small epic
we can try
to make it special
and not let it
melt into a puddle
of pathetic nothingness
maybe we are pointed
in to many
directions
modern life
is like that
you know
or perhaps you didn't
little matter
no more mad hatters
all illusions shattered
just go forward
weakened or battered
despite all your days
that seem so scattered

[themirrorthief]

sorry if I post to many poems...I guess IM doing changes and writing helps my moods

[themirrorthief]

a beautiful tragedy
thats what you are
blessed with so much loveliness
pretty
more than you
need to be
but something
messed you up inside
in someplace
that truly mattered
you hustle
and you degrade
yourself
inside you seem
so lonely and strange
I love you
maybe
but I cant go down
with you
I guess I want more
just want to live
a life more real
dont want to take
one to many bites
there is a place
called fail
and another called jail
and one burning hell
put my name
in the record book
beside "he tried"
at least
most of the time
such a beautiful tragedy
the Gods sculped
perfection
but still they occasionally
make
such tragic
and sad mistakes

[themirrorthief]

dammit
I cant help myself
I love you
even If you are
a shadow
of what you should be
yes, you are warped
like me only worse\
I do try
most of the time
making my share of mistakes
along the way
one being you
maybe
like many of my kind
we adore beauty
above all things
we drink it up
when we find it
so there you are
lovely and dreamlike
a vision from a fantasy
so I am in love
I admit it
but dammit if your arts
aren't black ones
angel

[themirrorthief]

you scare me
so dangerous
your deep cravings
and abusive persuasions
you make me laugh
and make me cry
make me love
and you drive me away
its all some wild trip
but I will be tender
with you
a diesel engine train
couldn't pull
all your pain
such an innocent, evil
angel
truth is not your friend
my silly rabbit
with all those
red headed spells
you cast so effortlessly

[themirrorthief]

life is hard
all the beauty
and sadness
can over whelm you
and the hate is so
depressing
wish I had advice
to help you through
maybe turn to your
creative side
and God will be there
to pull you through
and don forget
to help the rest
of this struggling
world...and be kind to animals
even mice
besides they are cute