Category Archives: Dreams

Just Be You by Carol Robson.

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Just Be You

You’ve endured a life of!

Told it will be this way

told it will be that way

told, told, told told,

from the earliest time.

Roles decided.

Learn this, learn that

the right way

it has to be

their way.

Be different,

free thinking,

challenge them,

use constructive argument

be prepared

to be labelled,

different,

a rebel.

We are not

all the same

challenge them

your life,

your choice,

your human rights,

being broken

challenge them

your life,

your choice

stop them,

shaping you

just be you.

Told you cannot,

ask why not

challenge

be different

make mistakes

they’re your mistakes

learn from them

stand out

make a difference

your choice

your life

shape yourself

true to yourself

just be you

not what others,

want you to be.

You don’t need,

role models.

©Carol Robson

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Bad Dreams by Carol Robson.

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This poem is from my revised/edited 2nd edition poetry collection Words of Darkness and Light.

BAD DREAMS

Childhood, special time,
Joyous and carefree –
Free as a butterfly
Spreading your wings.

Spring and summer delights:
You run, dance and skip
Through the fields; flowers too –
Sitting by the stream, carefree.

You find a special friend –
They are kind –
You meet by the stream
Again! Again! Still carefree.

Carefree no longer:
You do not run, dance and skip
Through the fields and flowers.
Stream is a bad place.

Not a special friend!
You didn’t want this.
Frightened! You never go out –
Frightened to tell.

Crying, bad dreams, so real –
You withdraw.
Where have you gone?
Silence consumes.

Bad dreams follow you.
In time you are here –
Not the same, no longer carefree.
Evil! Took something away.

Fields, flowers, stream of yesteryear
Pushed into deep dark place:
Bad dreams, bad memories
Still manage to emerge.

You never told.
You think you coped
So why do you still
Have bad dreams?

Copyright: Carol Robson 2014

Incubi by Carol Robson.

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Incubi

Life of constant bad thoughts
crawling around my mind
waiting to accommodate
my loss of control
why I fear my sleep time
that is never inhabited
with good dreams
only a constant
nightmare reality.

Struggling to stay awake
always losing the battle
despite the pills.
I try to grip reality.
Failure,
drifting away
into deep slumber
of mystical shrouds
swirling in the creeping
envelopment of darkness.

The demon surfaces
revisiting my body.
Dark red eyes piercing,
cauterising mind control
as he takes my soul
on his nightly inhabitation,
of pleasure, that I only know
in this orgiastic world
controlled by the Incubi.

© Carol Robson 2014