The Dead Dream

The Dead Dream

A Poem by Areya Valena
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Sleepless nights leads to this..

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I don't want to dream anymore.

I don't want to believe that its not real.
There's no gaurdian angel.
There's no dreamcatcher.
Only dark lonely nights.
And painful sights.
Theres only my screams.
I don't want to walk alone.
I don't want to be alone.
I don't want the dream to come true.
I don't want to experience that pain.
I don't want to believe that its not real.
So heres to another sleepless night.
With my eyes on the ceiling and my mind to the horror.
Of another nightmare.

© 2008 Areya Valena


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There are those verses... like this one... where reading this aloud... makes for an impact to those listening as a reader... a visual sense... You could rearrange this a bit and combine all the "I don't" and finish the rest with you other lines:

I don't want to dream anymore.
I don't want to believe that its not real.
I don't want to walk alone.
I don't want to be alone.
I don't want the dream to come true.
I don't want to experience that pain.
I don't want to believe that its not real.
There's no gaurdian angel.
There's no dreamcatcher.
Only dark lonely nights.
And painful sights.
There's only my screams.
So here's to another sleepless night.
With my eyes (fixated) on the ceiling and my mind to the horror. (this one can be fixed, seems to run off the page)
(My mind is the horror of another nightmare.)

These are just suggestions... Thanks for sharing...


Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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There are those verses... like this one... where reading this aloud... makes for an impact to those listening as a reader... a visual sense... You could rearrange this a bit and combine all the "I don't" and finish the rest with you other lines:

I don't want to dream anymore.
I don't want to believe that its not real.
I don't want to walk alone.
I don't want to be alone.
I don't want the dream to come true.
I don't want to experience that pain.
I don't want to believe that its not real.
There's no gaurdian angel.
There's no dreamcatcher.
Only dark lonely nights.
And painful sights.
There's only my screams.
So here's to another sleepless night.
With my eyes (fixated) on the ceiling and my mind to the horror. (this one can be fixed, seems to run off the page)
(My mind is the horror of another nightmare.)

These are just suggestions... Thanks for sharing...


Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ah, I still love it. "I'm not insane, I'm not insane!!" LOL.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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