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Dream Prompt-


Beach Nightmare.
© LC 2017

Sun scorched sand burns my
feet. We run toward crashing blue
waves. Noise. So loud! The
earth is mad! The sky
is darkened with black fighter
jets. The ground shakes. The
jets start firing toward people.
“I told you.” / It’s black.

From prompt– Write a poem based on a dream you had. Try to reproduce the sensations of the dream.

This is from a dream I had after we came home from our beach trip. In my dream, it was the same time next year. No, I don’t want to return to the beach again next year. But it’s not only the dream..

Photo credit– Deviant Art

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A Dream Within A Dream

A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow–
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand–
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep–while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

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An Old, Familiar Tune


An Old, Familiar Tune.

Like an old record
my mind spins. Skipping over
unimportant thoughts.
On Loop to remember-
my scatterbrained sea of
ideas, plans, hopes, and dreams.
The theme of my life–
forever repeating,
as these lyrics come alive.

LC © 2016

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New Dreams


New Dreams.  LC © 2016

To be strong, and weak–
I’ve known them both. Intimates.
Bedrooms a chamber
for tears– as they assault my
pillow– to mourn the death of
pipe dreams. They haunt me.
Worries are like static cling.
Life isn’t a fairy tale.
From the ashes of
old, tormenting dreams– new dreams
come alive. Waking
the warrior within me.
Fighting. Breathing life into
new dreams.

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Don’t Panic

Some lyrics stick in your head no matter what you do!


Bones sinking like stones
All that we’ve fought for
Homes, places we’ve grown
All of us are done for
We live in a beautiful world
Yeah we do
Yeah we do
We live in a beautiful world
Bones sinking like stones
All that we’ve fought for
Homes, places we’ve grown
All of us are done for
We live in a beautiful world
Yeah we do
Yeah we do
We live in a beautiful world
We live in a beautiful world
Yeah we do
Yeah we do
We live in a beautiful world
Oh all that I know
There’s nothing here to run from
Cause here
Everybody here’s got somebody to lean on
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My Guardian Angel


My Guardian Angel
©2016 LC

The stars shining bright–
I wish I could pull them all down.
To see you, again.
The heavens rest peacefully
atop the clouds–
with you gazing down
from the moon.
You whisper to me
in my dreams as
tears roll down my cheeks
“Don’t you dare be sad!
I traded the pain for a halo
and some angel wings!”

Dreams- Daily Prompt

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The Dream


The Dream…
©LC 2016

Down a dark rabbit
hole I fell. Taken captive
by dreams of yesterday.
Intoxicated by your touch–
as if I cannot wake up.
You are a disease.
I wish to eradicate.
My heart is not yours.
You will not break me.
No, I will wake up.
Before you claim my soul.

daily prompt

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My Friday Fix

Today’s Writing Playlist–

ONE- Brandi Carlie- Wherever is Your Heart

I think it’s time we found a way back home
You loose so many things you love as you grow
I missed the days when I was just a kid
My fear became my shadow, I swear it did
Wherever is your heart I call home
Wherever is your heart I call home
Though your feet may take you far from me, I know
Wherever is your heart I call home

TWO- Emmylou- First Aid Kit

Oh the bitter winds are coming in
And I’m already missing the summer
Stockholm’s cold but I’ve been told
I was born to endure this kind of weather
When it’s you I find like a ghost in my mind
I am defeated and I gladly wear the crown
I’ll be your Emmylou and I’ll be your June
If you’ll be my Graham and my Johnny too
No, I’m not asking much of you
Just sing little darling, sing with me

THREE- The Head and the Heart- Let’s Be Still

You can get lost in the music for hours, honey,
You can get lost in a room.
We can play music for hours and hours
But the sun’ll still be coming up soon
The world’s just spinning
A little too fast
If things don’t slow down soon we might not last.
So just for the moment, let’s be still.

FOUR- Josh Ritter- Change of Time

I had a dream last night
I dreamt that I was swimming
And the stars up above
Directionless and drifting
Somewhere in the dark
Were the sirens and the thunder
And around me as I swam
The drifters who’d gone under

Time, love
Time, love
Time, love
It’s only a change of time

FIVE- City and Colour- Grand Optimist

I fear I’m dying of complications
Complications due to things I’ve left undone
That all my debts will be left unpaid
Feel like a cripple without a cane
I’m like a jack of all trades
Who’s a master of none
Then there’s my father
He’s always looking on the bright side
Saying things like
“Son, life just ain’t that hard”
He is the grand optimist
I am the world’s poor pessimist
You give him burdensome times
And he will escape unscarred


The carpet still holds the shape of your feet
From the last time I saw you when you walked away from me.
Oh, Annie, what’s it all been for?
If I told you I was changing, would you love me more?

I went before the morning in the middle of the night,
Left you with a letter I never thought I’d write.
Oh, Annie, it only read, “goodbye.”
I guess it needed to be said,
It just ain’t a word of mine though.

SEVEN- Ben Howard- Oats in the Water

Go your way,
I’ll take the long way ’round,
I’ll find my own way down,
As I should.
And hold your gates
As croak in the midas touch
A joke in the way that we rust,
And breathe again.

EIGHT- The Lumineers- Angela

When you left this town, with your windows down
And the wilderness inside

Let the exits pass, all the tar and glass
‘Til the road and sky align

The strangers in this town,
They raise you up just to cut you down
Oh Angela it’s a long time coming

NINE- Passenger- Heart’s on Fire

Well I don’t know how and I don’t know why
But when something’s living well you can’t say die
You feel like laughing but you start to cry
I don’t know how and I don’t know why
Well I don’t have many and I don’t have much
In fact I don’t have any but I’ve got enough
‘Cause I know those eyes and I know that touch
I don’t have many and I don’t have much

TEN- Shovels and Rope- Birmingham

Delta Mama and a Nickajack Man
Raised their Cumberland daughters in a Tennessee band
Played Springwater at Station Inn
Couldn’t play fast, couldn’t fit in
Caught a ’66 Dodge in Caroline
Got her education on her mama’s dime
She was singing in a bar called Comatose
Halfway rusted on the salty coast
Rock of Ages, cleave for me
Let me hide myself in Thee
Buried in the sand
Five hundred miles from Birmingham