Geeky Writer

Awake, but tired. almost retired. The day comes to an end, as the skies blend into dark. Held in the arms of sleep, The world of reality fades away. As you enter the world of DREAMS. Butterflies and beauty for some, memories and memoirs for others. But not all are alike, some dislike DREAMS. MY DREAMS, I dislike... and DREAMS dislike me. As I enter this world, Many horrors come forth. That takes away warmth. This is unlike the dreams of ambition and passion, They cause distraction. Placed in a room full of people, could be comforting in a horror movie, but alas! not in a DREAM. Wisps of smoke is all I see, my vision blurs as the horror refers. Hands of hers, choke my neck. A pain so bad now has become LUCID. Awake but dreaming, to feel helpless, only to almost die, what a sigh... I scream in pain to the people around, but none hear. Death nears. In a jolt, I wake up from my lucid dream, Sigh to have had another nightmare. Long gone are the DREAMS O...

Dormant and blunt, is all how I start. Waiting for a spark to part With all the potential and wits, Dormant and blunt. Soon comes the spark plunging me out the dark potential burning out... But soon it will diminish, the seemingly everlasting light. But when I do burn, It's the brightest and powerful. To heal the ever hurtful flames and smoke raging, with my platform staging. So powerful to inspire others to burn on touch. But not all last much Like all the greats, I take my evoke my last breath of flame I go back from where I came. The last wisps of smoke from my burnt black heart can no longer provide its part. Dormant and blunt is what I've become. Dormant and blunt is all how I start.

A reflection of one's self I am. longing to be scripted. To pour out bottled up ink from your heart. With your pen as the dart. Papers, propaganda, and broadcast, All flies as time does. I remain still, still like the river that doesn't ripple and getting crippled. It is only I dear, that knows your battle. A battle with hatred... But If you'd like to be treated... You know where I'd lay Let it all out, child. For there is nothing to hide. Write...my dear, write the depth of your shallows and bring light to the hollows. For you can't drown, because I am the mast of the ship. And only you matter...my sole sailor Don't be a jailor... Fill my white void with the darkness in your heart, And I promise I will play the part And keep it in my heart secretly... A blank white paper is all that you need.

Cold pillows, sweaty skin is just the beginning In deep slumber, I live inside my world. Lulling myself to sleep while I fret, Fret to meet the threat. My vision blurs and soon lost in the realm of black Not for long. Soon there's light, but it is dark. I see something... And my head starts throbbing. A cemetery ahead, '' Don't worry, you just died '', said a voice. Sharp pain and blood and guts are all I see. Did I die? Suddenly, In a sketchy room alone, limbs tied to the bone. In comes he, the pain. With a butcher knife... Tried to run for life But my carcass soon was thrown in a pit of no see... Scream, run, and hide... For the last death, It is going be a long way. Thundering clouds pouring over me... pouring all its misfortune, I can't see my face... It's bagged, But I can see through A blurry site, I make out a treeline Heading toward is the end of the line. WHERE AM I? Running...looking behind you to escape from...

You look at it every day, And it almost so similarly looks back at you. You're right and it is left. You both have the same hair, same eyes, the same figure. But very different at the thought, more like she is evil and you're nice or the both of you are evil, but she could never really be nice or make you feel that way when she looks back at you. But at the end of the day, you're you and she's her, but you both happen to be the same people.  It is often called as the connection between both the worlds, in your case, you and her. A very high amount of paranormal activities occur near portals. A portal is a connection. There can be many objects that way but yours is the most heart throbbing one. What do you think? when you so deeply look into your portal? And see you looking back at you with an unhealthy grin?  Yesterday, My portal opened. Last night, I was awakened from my slumber to a faint noise coming from a corner of my room. I set to my feet and tumbled ...

Have you ever forgotten your phone? When did you realize you'd forgotten it? It probably didn't dawn on you spontaneously. More likely, you reached for your phone and were confused by it not being there. Then you did a mental re-step of the morning's events. In my case, my phone's alarm woke me up as usual. But I realized the battery was lower than I expected, so I put it on the counter to charge while I showered instead of it in my bag like normal. It was a momentary slip from the routine, but that was all it took. Once in the shower, my brain got back into the routine it follows every morning and that was it, forgotten.  This wasn't just me being clumsy as I later researched. This is a recognized brain function. Your brain doesn't just work on one level, it works on many. One could never be thinking about just exactly one thing at once. It makes you follow a constant routine so that your brain can focus on other things like the fact that I wasn't thi...