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Haunted Dream.

Usul

Cease my heart beat's weave.
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    • Seen Sep 1, 2013
    First of all, don't mind the many errors in this.
    Story: This was my first ever poem to be written, when I was at the age of 9.
    If you look up my other two poems I have posted recently.
    I have Improved alot from that year.
    But I was to playful on that age,
    My emotion came began to tear wide open on my 15th.
    But still, I have much to learn.
    And this one was.. Eh. Kinda, incest.. xD
    Enjoy.

    She audaciously haunting me in my dreams,
    I shiver and shake from the thrill,
    Her touch seems so goddamn real.

    Running through my head with that body;
    That body so gorgeous and perfect,
    The way she shake that ass in the front of me;
    With a defiant view she look behind her back.

    Right deadly in my eyes
    Acting with those eyes If I'm spying her back;
    Shaking it anlittle bid more while she walks back.

    stretched her hand towards my body,
    Caresses it softly while she walks futher.

    My head automatically turn to her body;
    She got such a perfect body;
    Her hair glows into the dark night,
    Along flowing with the beautiful moon.

    Her legs steps along with the nature;
    Perfectly moving and a softly thrill.

    Her ass shake like a thousand;
    Sumptuously gorgeous beauty pieces.

    Haunting me in my dreams;
    With all those perfect pieces,

    The dream came almost to a end;
    She move her body slowly,
    Up to me leaning against a wall,
    She grap my arms spout her lips,
    It's a crazy disease in this sight.

    She press her lips on the mine;
    Marking it and locking it up;
    Osculation this moment.

    My arms are shaking,
    My heart is flowing,
    My body is overbearing,

    She told me not to be concern,
    Not to feel insecure,
    With a shooting brust;
    My dream dissapeared,
    I woke up with a dry face.
    Suddenly my eyes are water built,
    I step out of my bed..
    Walking to my bathroom;
    Looking in the mirror;
    Everything feels the same,
    Suddenly the dream which I had,
    Came rushing back to my mind.

    My heart triple beatings in my body;
    Feels if it's going to explore any minute.
    A hand-mark I feel on my body,
    Like a spirit feeding my will,
    And imperturbability my body parts.

    Heart after a while started to flow normaly,
    Whished that I never woke up,
    Whished I could be her every second of my life;
    Unfortunately it was just a dream;
    But why does it seems to real, the touch and the kiss.
    Why did felt so real? the wet marks on my lips.
    It was to real for a dream;
    Like a life vision within a dream.
    I close my eyes lean against the sink,
    My tears slowly start to fell in the well.

    It was a shock for me that it was just a dream;
    My emotion started to flow deep inside of me,
    Like a thousand knife cutting through me,
    It hurt me more than an bullet through my head.

    I don't wanna live this lie, I don't wanna breathe this air;
    I want to be dreaming again and hoping for this beauty;
    To return to my preciousness and be with her forever and ever.
    So I can never wake up in that mendacious life,
    Please sweetheart migration me to your life, as soon as possible.
    I got enough of everything in this Illusion I want to be with you;

    Hear my cry, hear my call, hear my whispers,
    As I recall your name fade me out of here,
    So we can live together with two heart as one;
    Being with you was all I ask accept my call,

    It seems that you won't care at all what I say,
    I just let this be and cry my miserable and sorrow life;
    And hoping for another meet in my dreams,
    So I can be overhappiness and providential when I return to you.
     
    You wrote this at age 9? .....Remarkable!
    And errors?
    I don't notice any major flaws in it.
    You have got quite a talent in this! Keep up the good work!
     
    Thanks, means alot.
    Everything I write is about happenings and feelings in my real life.
     
    Everything I write is about happenings and feelings in my real life.
    Really now?
    Interesting.

    I also like your signature. More people should take notice of this section.
     
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