black rose poetry

everyone calls me a goth, but that come no where near to explaining what i really am. i have no classification, no direction; i am not original, i am myself, i do what i do, i write what i know, i experience what i want and i believe....

Thursday, December 01, 2005

dreams

dreams are the very weirdest things that can happen to you. in fact just the other day i had a dream that my family was fixing up our back yard (though it looked nuthing like our backyard) and i was collecting blue stones in a bag. Then i came inside the house and started to stir the stone with a stick, that's when i noticed a snake in the bag. i said to myself, "i hope it's not a rattlesnake" and guess what, it is. it's a lovely blue diamondback rattler. so i put the bag down and the snake crawled out. not wanting any one to get bitten i ran after the snake and caught it. i struggled to hold it's mouth shut and it's tale still yet somehow it managed to free it's head and bite me. it's teeth sunk in and would not move. i was thinking that i was gonna die now and no one knows where i am; and somehow i knew that all i had to do in order to make that snake let go was to let go of it. unfortunately i couldn't let go, it seemed as if i didn't want to. that's when i woke up, shattered. i was shaking, literally.....later i went back to sleep and dreamed peacefully. when i woke up to go to school, i was still shaking though, and in fact i'm still shaking as i write this down.

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