MOONSHADOW

MOONSHADOW

I live in the shadow of the moon.
I have grown and sprouted much too soon.
I will try with all my might
To live in the bright sunlight.

I close my eyes but yet I’m still here.
Sitting on a branch next to a pear.
My petals are white as snow
Because of this fact I know.

I will never be awake at day
No matter how hard I wish and pray.
For I live in the shadow of the moon 
And I’m slated to sing the nightly tune.

MOON SHADOW







I live in the shadow of the moon.
I have grown and sprouted much too soon.
I will try with all my might
To live in the bright sunlight.
I close my eyes but yet I’m still here.
Sitting on a branch next to a pear.
My petals are white as snow
Because of this fact I know.
I will never be awake at day
No matter how hard I wish and pray.
For I live in the shadow of the moon
And I’m slated to sing the nightly tune.

FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS — CONCLUSION

I’m standing in a thick darkness.
Where I am
I don’t know.
Maybe in a dream.
Or in a nightmare.
Ahead I see two scenes.
Two choices.

I can follow the sounds of the surf
and join the man swimming in the ocean.
An ocean filled with strong waves.
I can smell the salty air
and hear the pounding waves.
Or I can follow the path of flowers
and walk through the colorful archways.
The sweet smell entices me,
drawing me in.

What to do?
Is one choice better than the other?
The ocean can be exciting but also dangerous.
The path of flowers could be pretty but boring.
What should I do?
What would you do?

If I don’t wake up soon,
I will have to make a choice.
I close my eyes.
I open them.
I’m still here.
I’ll go with the safe choice,
since I’m a no risk person.
I’ll leave the adventure to someone else.

The flowers smell so sweet.
The sun shines above.
I can hear birds again.
Will I see my white bird?
Oh yes.
There it is.
Flying above me.
Did I make the right choice?

Oh, look.
I’m back home.
Where I started from.
I guess I made the correct choice.
The correct choice for me.
 
 

DREAM ON!

DREAM ON!

whose-responsible-this:

Trame by lathander1987

This is a better place to dream about.
A garden with reindeer and butterflies.
A small waterfall cascading over the rocks.
Birds flying high in the sky.
Dream on!

whose-responsible-this:

Trame by lathander1987

This is a better place to dream about.

A garden with reindeer and butterflies.

A small waterfall cascading over the rocks.

Birds flying high in the sky.

Dream on!

 

  • splendiferoushoney:

by Wolfgang Harms

This is how my mind feels like now.
A little foggy and confused.
Some place between awake and asleep.
With little green men blowing horns.
 

splendiferoushoney:

by Wolfgang Harms

This is how my mind feels like now.

A little foggy and confused.

Some place between awake and asleep.

With little green men blowing horns.

HAPPY DREAMS

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EXCERPT FROM THE DEAD GAME

Linda found herself at a carnival. What is real or a nightmare?

Chapter 40

     That night Linda found herself caught in a nightmare that she couldn’t escape from, even when she willed herself to open her eyes. She was afraid that it wasn’t a nightmare, but a sinister game that had gone wrong. She didn’t know how she’d gotten herself into it or how she was ever going to get out.

     The nightmare had begun with Linda passing through the magical door at the diner—but it wasn’t the diner anymore; it was a remote house that she’d never seen before. The house was dark and dreary like End House, but it wasn’t End House.

     She heard the sounds of waves crashing against the house. She couldn’t believe that she was a prisoner in another house by the ocean. She didn’t know where she was or what day it was. She didn’t even remember how she’d gotten here. She just remembered following the little girl through the door: she’d been curious to see what was on the other side.

     On the other side of the door, Linda found herself at the same carnival that the little girl from the village had visited, except this carnival was much louder and the people were leering at her, trying to force her into their tents. The fat man was waving his pudgy arms at her as he got closer and closer. A clown came at her with his balloons and howled at her. A man began throwing his knives in her direction, but luckily, kept missing. She ran away and ran behind the tents to the colorful booths of the carnival.

     She chose the Fun House. She stepped into a room full of mirrors that made her multiple reflections appear distorted and unreal. She couldn’t figure out why she’d run into the Fun House if in every horror movie the victims were always portrayed as being terrorized there. She hoped this wasn’t another game of The Dead. She was determined to locate an exit, but found only mirrors and more mirrors; they made her dizzy. Her distorted reflections stared back at her—as if they were distinct entities, united against her, instead of her own creations.

     She ran until she crashed head-first through a mirror, into a dark place with no beginning or end. The whole experience felt unreal to her—as if she were lost in a different dimension. Behind this mirror, she encountered a man with a white mask and empty holes for eyes, laughing at her. When he touched her arm, she realized that he was real and not just a reflection.

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DEEP SLEEP

DEEP SLEEP

those-who-suffer-survive:</p> <p>Do you ever feel that you are in a nightmare?<br /> You try to open your eyes but can’t.<br /> Different scenes flash before your eyes,<br /> and you can’t stop them.<br /> People from the past are mingling with<br /> characters from your present.<br /> The story lines don’t make sense.<br /> Events aren’t happening in order.<br /> How do you escape from this?<br /> How do you wake up?<br /> You can’t.<br /> You can’t wake up until your mind<br /> is ready to let you.<br /> Your subconscious wants you to see<br /> the sights flashing before your eyes.<br /> It is all for a reason.<br /> You might not know the reason, but<br /> there is a reason.<br /> And when your mind is ready,<br /> you will wake up.<br /> Maybe you’ll be groggy,<br /> But just maybe you’ll have a<br /> better understanding of your subconscious.</p> <p>

those-who-suffer-survive:

Do you ever feel that you are in a nightmare?

You try to open your eyes but can’t.

Different scenes flash before your eyes,

and you can’t stop them.

People from the past are mingling with

characters from your present.

The story lines don’t make sense.

Events aren’t happening in order.

How do you escape from this?

How do you wake up?

You can’t.

You can’t wake up until your mind

is ready to let you.

Your subconscious wants you to see

the sights flashing before your eyes.

It is all for a reason.

You might not know the reason, but

there is a reason.

And when your mind is ready,

you will wake up.

Maybe you’ll be groggy,

But just maybe you’ll have a

better understanding of your subconscious.