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Dec 07, 2015
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Sleep Tight
Green eyes fade to black as
ghosts come to life and scream
For eyes to remain closed
'til deep through the night
and play keep away with
the soft blanket of light
Visions play out scenes
to instill the fears
that come with break-
ing dawns and aching years
Black eyes fade to green
wiping away the crust of night
unaware of the ghosts
that remain throughout the light
to seal the fate of their hosts
in a battle where there is no fight
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Rula
9 years 6 months ago
amazing!
Some awesome and brilliant thoughts are put into this short poem.
Sleep tight wraps the subtext really well Scott.
eightmenout
9 years 5 months ago
Dearest Rula
Hope all is well with you. I am going through another bit of a tough spell but hoping to come out of this one better than ever.
Your kind words are appreciated. Thank you for stopping by!
Esker
9 years 5 months ago
universal
all the bars I spent in
the roads I worked
the women whom bore
me patience
through the edge of my malice
it was genuine
where I looked
the soot from
nightmares
in my eyes
foundries of hell
enough said
I relate to the words
poems are keys that unlock the
door to imagination
breaking on through is something
else
aldous said one of my friend
a brilliant mind
both
I dont want this to end
Beth school validictorian
but I had to end it
98% av
54% av
u know what I mean
in a battle where there is no fight
oh man..
brilliant women...brilliant people
all about me
its like being on another planet
I feel like a dog....the barking dog
eventually settling but not before
the tension causes the upper
brilliant illuminous people to
be very ill from the tension
not what I want.....
I want to go kick some butt
all the bright people I knew
could brace this and that
and when they came up
against something good
I dont know
I always got pulled back
got called in
..
told ...let them go
so whats the purpose
if ur whole purpose
was
to write poetry
like daisies
in a barrel
she loves me
shes loving me
not..
except I know
she loves me
gritty hardcore poetry
I love it!!
thank U !
and for those that missed it
I put in a space
to the exclamation!
eightmenout
9 years 5 months ago
Sir
It's always great to hear from you. Thank you for your compliment. I wish I had the time to expand on your thoughts like we usually do, but I have limited computer time. Caught up in myself again and struggling with the straight jacket. Seems like we are making progress this time, though. Hope to be in touch again soon.
Thanks again,