Poem-A-Day: Day 23

Nightmare

Residual,
like a bad dream
that you fall back into
time and time again.
It’s not reoccurring
because it’s only one night
of horrible memories
and villainy,
calamitous intent
that drives the stake
into a werewolf heart.
It doesn’t do anything.

It’s laughable in the morning
after the cold sweats
recede.

Poem-A-Day: Day 10

Everything In-Between

Carefully searching for thoughts,
combing the stalks of deserted dreams
adorning a furrowed brow.
The landscape belies a life
that has, and will have been;
a playful escape from reality
and its clever attempts at distraction.
Destruction wrought reverie
galloping on gilded steeds
with lance in hand, dust in tow,
spearheading another crazy idea
that is just so crazy,
that it may actually work this time.
Insanity is, and always will be
the best form of entertainment televised.
Vision, regrettably leading nowhere,
but pleasing to those, eyes
haunting every waking nightmare
not easily woken.
A life carefully searching
for thoughts, forethought,
and everything in-between.