Dream
by Thirza

If I could wake and find it a dream,
But I can't - oh what should I do?
It's only the good things that change and it seems,
The bad ones are always true :
And miracles never happen now,
And all of the fairies are fled ;
As if God's away, and the World somehow,
Is Dark, and innocence dead.

 

 

the great sea
by Thiede

out of the sea
and into the sea
all life flows
to grow quiet
unter the huge, eternal waves.

one drop of that sea
is what makes me run and laugh
and think, and love,
as long as i can be.

in the end
just that small drop
will return to the sea;
the splash of the raindrop on the water
will disperse and grow quiet
under the huge eternal waves.

 

 

My Son...
by Beanie Queen

From the moment I felt him move in my body
I knew we would bond ever so tightly
And then he came into this world
And that bond became so much more
My lil boy he will always be 
I remember the first time he scraped his knee
I am there when he crys
To kiss his boo boos and make his favorite pies
Even thought I cant always be there to hold his hand
My lil boy he will always be no matter if he's 2 or 43
He holds a special place in my heart
As he always has from the start
It's weird how you can fall in love at the first look at this bundle of joy
I even cryed when I found out he was a boy
First walking, then talking, now playing with his favorite toy
Every time I look at him he gives me so much joy
Treasured memorys they will always be between a mommy and her lil boy
No matter what events take place in his
life or even if he marrys and has a wife
he will still always remain the most important man in my life.

 

Chadeaux Dance
by Mhaijik
(recited by just@dream)

Standing at the moonlit window
tears of blood drip down
years and patience past
long bye without a sound
^ ;; ^
rectangles path silver light
moon pattern on the floor
dust and webs forever
lost in evermore
^ ;; ^
soft sad smile of far away
shows teeth so simply sharp
and here in the reflection
timeless stand apart
^ ;; ^
careless point on silk soft lip
slow bead of blood appears
not the first and not the last
many through the years
^ ;; ^
she stands alone and gazes out
her robe of moonglow glistens
and thinks of then that is not now
had not he only listened
^ ;; ^
lost Prince in darqueness, days of old
august yet poignant regal stance
always there within her mind
midnight chadeauxs dance

 

 

Affair
by Thiede

Here, take my hand, stand by me for a while,
The banisters will hide our twining fingers;
We're free to stay while this one cigarette lingers
Thanks to the night's protection, and your guile.

The revellers behind us in their chatter
Won't miss us till this piece of music ends;
To them, we're casual relatives or distant friends.
They'd never guess we each to each might matter.

I'm known for hardy fun, and you for dissipation:
They know we prowl the night, but never for each other.
To stray from beaten paths is too much bother;
We'll cause no scandal, raise no expectation.

Sometimes, you slip in under cover of the night:
Where nothing's claimed, nothing can be forsaken.
You slink away before the sparrows waken
Like a belated owl that wearily takes flight.

Let go, we'll stroll back in, each one alone.
Whatever we might feel may not be spoken,
With no hearts in the deck, none can be broken.
So if you need me, you'll be on your own.

 

 

Loss of a Dog
by Gin

If you've ever known the joyful sound
Of barks that fill the air-
A sloppy kiss, a friendly paw,
A quiet adoring stare-
If you've ever had a special friend
To share a tear or two,
Or maybe just a wagging tail
To lift you when you're blue-
If you've ever felt the wrenching pain
That only death can send,
Then you have lost 
Not just a dog-
You've truly lost a friend.
But God is good and treasures love
And there at Heaven's gate-
A sloppy kiss, a joyful bark-
Your precious friend awaits.

 

 

Just a Clown ....
by Shakespeare

I am often told, that I am just a Clown
Because I am doing things only a Clown does
Because I am saying things only a Clown says

At first they laugh about it
then they think about it
and often they are embarrassed by it

I am showing the world a mirror
and in it they see themselves

And because they can not laugh about it
I laugh and joke about it
and rather be .....

..... just a Clown

 

 

Predator
by Circe

He's a charmer, soft and mild,
innocent, so like a child --
dark and shy, with melting eyes --
romantic murmurs, full of sighs.
She is touched and flattered both
by his simple heartfelt oath
of a love lasting forever,
and his wish to be together.
Kissing him, she shuts her eyes,
her dream of love now realized.
As he draws her neck to him,
he whispers softly, low and grim:

Soft hearts
are easy prey.
You promised your devotion.
Give me what I need today,
and spare me your emotion!

She pulls away filled with alarm:
"How can you wish to do me harm?
"Is this the love of which you spoke?
"Was your vow an evil joke?" 
He looks quite hurt, and sheds a tear:
"I thought that we were partners here.
"Will you deny me what I need?
"Don't make me go elsewhere," he pleads.
Confusedly, and filled with guilt,
she swears her love will never wilt.
Before his teeth sink in her throat,
he adds another gentle note:

Soft hearts
are easy prey.
Your mercy is my sword.
And charity, as they all say,
is its own reward.

As he sucks life from her vein,
she tries to stifle cries of pain.
Great love calls for sacrifice --
if this be it, she'll pay the price.
He holds her tightly in his arm,
as though protecting her from harm,
grateful for the sustenance
that came to him without expense.
But as she dies and he grows strong,
he has the feeling something's wrong.
Someone acted rather badly,
so he says, a little sadly:

Soft hearts
are easy prey.
You should have seen my need.
We could have done this yesterday
if not for your own greed!

He leaves her now she's cold and dead.
He feels alone, although well-fed.
He finds another willing soul
to listen to his tale of woe.
of love that fled, and love that died,
and how he's hurt, and how he's cried.
Sympathy is what he craves --
what will lead him to her grave.
For she must prove her love is true
and give him what he thinks he's due.
He holds her hand, and all the while
thinking with a little smile:

Soft hearts
are easy prey.
How foolishly they give!
If they let me have my way,
they don't deserve to live.

 

 

In the Land of Dreams
by just@dream

In the land of dreams
we could never be
more than we speak
more than we see.
Our love is great
in this virtual world,
lost in our dreams
our emotions swirl.
Lost in our own needs
filled by fantasies,
wrapped in the guises
we are given to see.
Can real love be possible
in such a place and time?
Is it true, is it real
or just a nursery rhyme?
In the land of dreams
our fancies take flight,
our heartfelt longings
come into the light.
Our inner needs
we find here somehow,
filling empty parts of ourselves
we somehow disavowed...
In the land of dreams

 

 

When I Die, I Want to Go to Real World
by Circe 

The tree never sheds, the grass never grows.
A shape-changing face with unblinking eyes.
No taste to the pear, no smell to the rose.
A web of despair entangled with lies.

A vampire made with paint and a head.
A vampire loose who's never been bit.
A vampire's life for tears that have bled.
A vampire drained, who still cannot quit.

A place that is hell, a night without day.
A world without sense, where all is amiss.
A vampire's death would take it away.
Compared to this dream, the real world is bliss.

All that is left of a life torn apart --
an ache in the wrist, a stake through the heart.