It stormed last night
lightening penetrated
the eastern skies
like a lazer beam
the night was ablaze.

Valleys stood in
gutters overflowed
A pair of swollen eyes

The thunder roared
calling my attention
to the elements
reminding me of a
terrible nightmare
something went wrong. 

 copyright  by heather burns

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Poems 2009


Ever lasting nightmares
Sleepless nights
Lord take me away from this horror
I beg of you O lord, please
I beg of you...


Author's Notes/Comments: 

It was after have a horrible nightmare that I wrote this. I would like not to go into it. But anyhow, this was what come out of that horrid dream.

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Lost Hope

Volume One



Lost Hope”




How can you stand there, and look me in the eyes

deep past all the shady lies

and still say you care

I'm the one living this nightmare


My heart died long ago

My reason for which she stole

even now, her voice is as strong as the wind

a hurricane against my skin”


How do I recover, from this suicide revolver

The Past, The Future its all just a blur

Of a life that is so Impure

There is a secret inside my head

that will follow me till I'm laying on my death bed


Save me from myself

Save me from the misery

A monster inside of me

of a man it wants to be

waiting for death to set my soul free”


How can you stand there, and look me in the eyes

telling me it will be alright, yet the world around us dies”






Author's Notes/Comments: 

hmmm My newest poem, I had much confusion while writing that one.. Seems Writing has become more and more complicated to me lately


(Updated; From Psycho- Confessions)

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by Jeph Johnson


The plane crashes
waking me
from a Saturday afternoon slumber...



I must call my mother!


...for I am crying and sobbing


Tears and snot reservoirs
flood behind my nose
damning my will


I wonder if my breath
is still worth grasping for
as I dial


she is not home
but has a new cell phone


I jot the long distance number down


after three rings her voice
reassures me she's still there


"But mom, it was me who was in the crash!"


I thought I was alright
-even mad that I wasn't able to sue!
I laid in the airport on a stretcher
you came right away to snuggle
...comfort me in my pain...
and brought me a book called "MNO"


The older I get
the less I can do for myself
My nursery was spotless,
my bachelor pad
is like the set of
Saving Private Ryan
with sentiment
but without purpose


young attractive girls
rear their ugly heads
everywhere I go
(it used to be Jesus)


maybe someone can help
sort through compact discs,
pop culture and porn,
pictures and trinkets,
baseball cards and posters
and maybe someone can
even alphabetize my books
putting the one you gave me
from the dream
in the middle

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