Sandals In Winter
A grove of trees
she plays inside
the protective circle
her family dead from disease
she can forget
for a moment inside
the grove of trees
in her sweat shirt and jeans
and sandals meant
Tigers and lions, and where were you?
Last night I had a dream. In my dream, you were away from me. I was alone, at home. I looked out the window.
I saw a giant tiger in the backyard. I couldn’t believe my eyes. As I watched, I saw baby tigers approach. What a beautiful family, I thought to myself.
I looked away, to call you, to see. I looked back again and I saw a small lion. He grabbed the throat of the tiger with his jaws. He held on. The tiger struggled awhile, then gave up.
He was dead. And the baby tigers were gone.
And that was all.
And nobody else saw.
an endless hallway.
The floor is broken glass.
I keep walking.
Waiting for the end.
There is no end.
This hallway is familiar.
I can't quite place it.
In the vast vault of my memory,
It's a hazy blur.
Perhaps a school
One of the many
I've passed through in my life.
I think I might see
the bleak grey lockers.
My mind cares not about the walls
About the hall
Only the darkness ahead.
I start to feel it
in my feet
The pain. The glass.
I want to stop.
To end the burden.
But I keep walking.
Until the violent shrill
Of my morning alarm
Makes me all too aware
I am dreaming.
The illusion crumbles.
The hallway falls away.
And I am safe in my bed.
I wish I could grasp what it means.
Glazed whispers like cloth
across a sober pond.
A chorus of mantras buried under the surface.
On moonlight's polish
the tide rises.
Leaving nothing but the past behind...
Life long dream,
One that only fails time and time again,
So simple yet completely undoable.,
A dream of only wanting to make those around happy,
To see their smiling faces and hear their boastful laughter is what fills hearts with content and peace,
Something one longs to feel always feel,
Yet prays they can cause, a never ending symphony,
How one cannot feel joy yet wishes to spread is quite the mystery,
An ironic conundrum,
Perhaps it’s a silly dream,
Wanting to help everyone see the light
While residing in the dark abyss seems completely irrational,
Yet all of ones life, this is all one could ever truly want to make become reality,
More than just a dream,
It’s a life long yearning..
~Emily Marie Stevens~
It’s hard to stay
Woke when I’m
Sleep. Eyes faithfully
Shut to the horrors
Each time I
Close my eyes.
Loving the time,
Each one worse
Than the next to
Fuel my dead
Full and the
Screams stop long
Enough for me
To wake up,
Look around, and
Hold myself so
Tight to the ground.
I wanted to stop
The motion of
Peace of mind.
There once was a girl in Barbados
Who envied her sister’s hair.
She herself wasn’t pretty,
As plain as a pear,
Oh, but she wished herself fair.
In town she heard tale of a witch
Who lived somewhere south in her lair.
It was said she had magic
Most others would scare,
But a wish she could grant, if you dared.
So off in the night the girl went
And found the old witchdoctor’s lair.
“Oh please,” said she,
“My own hair is dull,
And my sister’s cannot be compared!”
The witch coughed a throaty old laugh
And winked an odd eye at her plea,
“Bring her,” said she,
“It’s a simple revision,
If you give me a proper fee.”
“I’ve nothing to give,” said the girl in tears,
“I’ve no gift nor coin to offer.
Is there anything else,
Some food, or some wine,
I can give you instead to be proper?”
“Never mind gifts,” the witchdoctor answered,
“I’ve no use for coins or meals.
Some wine would be nice,
But not for this vice,
When you come, I will ask for my deal.”
So back the girl went to her sister
And sought out the witch the next night.
“What are we doing?”
Asked the dear sister,
“It’s cold and these woods are a fright!”
They soon found the witchdoctor’s hut,
And saw she made two straw dolls.
“These are for you,”
The witchdoctor chuckled,
“Now watch as I fix your qualm!”
They jumped as she tore the straw heads
And switched the dolls’ bodies anew.
Their own heads followed suit,
And they screamed a high tune,
Throats crooked and stitched all askew.
“Now for my fare,” the witchdoctor heckled,
“You’ve gotten your beautiful hair.
All I ask is your service,
From now till the End,
Until Death meets me, if He dares.”
Last night a dream came to me
Peeling me, plucking me
Like a rose
It was a recurring nightmare
That had come to me
In this world
I “woke up” and told my friends of this wretched dream
I woke up once more not sure
Of what was real
Zev’s wish Pt. 1
A violent breeze on a clouded day
A black shore and obsidian sea
I lay on infinity
Surrounded by obsidian eternity
But my eyes remain closed
For they shall not open
Lights bursts through the clouds
A divine body seeps through
I do not know how, but I know it is you
Oh, magnificent sovereign
I feel your pale fingers grab my face
I see your green light through the back of my eyelids
I do not know how
But surely, it must be you
My face begins to burn from the heat
I cannot bear to hide my pain
But I wish to see you
The girl in my dream
As soon as the word formed in my head
My eyes awoke but my mind did not open
And there she stood, faceless like a blank piece of paper
Her white dress making up the shape of her body
Her wraithe arms almost not there;
They said I had to move my pinky finger
But in my paralysis, my arms were boulder-heavy
They said I had to pray
Yet in front of her, the phrases could not even begin
I shut my eyes, instead, hoping
That by the time I open them she'd be gone
But when I did, she only kept getting nearer
Like a phantom in a movie
Only that this wasn't a movie
But my nightmare
I struggled to unsee her
Yet she just narrowed the gap between us
Until she was leaning into me
And I was shouting at the top of my lungs
And I was screaming for help
But my useless muscles would not permit
A sensible sound to escape
Soon I woke up, truly awake
I sprang to a sit
Searched for her
Thought of her
I wished it was like any other dream
The longer you think of it
The fainter the memory becomes
But not her