The darkness comes
with teeth and knives
I’m hounded by a dream
Chasing, swirling, whirling night
Deeper, harder, plunging faster
Torn by rabid black
Frantic now
the walls are slick
No doors or windows here
Can’t breathe
Can’t speak
Or whisper here
No sound escapes
This place
Tag Archives: Dreams
Neverland by Toni L.A. Cross
There is a happy neverland
somewhere between here and sleep
It’s where all untold wishes live
the wealth of secret dreams
If one could drift amongst its foam
or dive into those depths
Their human heart would surely burst
From the sweetest of pains
Flaming Sheep: A Nightmare Villanelle by Toni Cross
Pulsing through my mind is nothing but fear
Running from a dream that stalks the edges of my sleep
I’m screaming and screaming where no one can hear
From the darkness, faces are pausing to leer
I fight towards consciousness, but I’m in too deep
Pulsing through my mind is nothing but fear
In this careening night, there’s no one to steer
I’m slipping on a cliff that is slick and too steep
I’m screaming and screaming where no one can hear
Wild flame of thought burning swift to sear
No counting can be done as I stare at blazing sheep
Pulsing through my mind is nothing but fear
Reality is thin; like oxygen it’s sheer
Bolting my eyes tightly, I will not steal a peep
I’m screaming and screaming where no one can hear
Fast breath, slow breath, gasping, acrid hot and clear
Daring into nothing, I quickly, blindly leap
Pulsing through my mind is nothing but fear
I’m screaming and screaming where no one can hear
What is a villanelle?
“The highly structured villanelle is a nineteen-line poem with two repeating
rhymes and two refrains. The form is made up of five tercets followed by a
quatrain. The first and third lines of the opening tercet are repeated
alternately in the last lines of the succeeding stanzas; then in the final
stanza, the refrain serves as the poem’s two concluding lines.”
For more, go to: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/5796
Suprised… by Toni Cross
Looking
Out the corner of my eye
Seeing
What I thought was impossible
Breathless
At the dream that just wandered up
falling from fate… by Toni Cross
sleep
slip
silently
into
internal
isolation
drifting
dreaming
dangerously
falling
from
fate