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Gothic Dream (Inspired by Tim Burton)
I go to sleep and start to dream
I am wearing a purple dress with black and white socks
I am flying across the night sky
I am passing over the city
The people are sleeping peacefully
All lost in their own dreams
I think I will fly to Wonderland and meet Alice
Perhaps I will say hello to Barnabus Collins
Or pay a visit to Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory
All is possible in my dream world
I will climb the mountain and visit Edward Scissorhands
Or greet Beetlejuice in another dimension
I will fly to London and meet Sweeney Todd
I am lost in the world of Tim Burton
I will fly across the Atlantic
And visit him in the United States
I will fly from New York to Los Angeles
And find the great man working in Hollywood
I will thank him for his wonderfully weird imagination
And for making the dreams of a Gothic girl come true
He will kiss me on the cheek and shake my hand
And with that I will awake from my Gothic Dream
I go to sleep and start to dream
I am wearing a purple dress with black and white socks
I am flying across the night sky
I am passing over the city
The people are sleeping peacefully
All lost in their own dreams
I think I will fly to Wonderland and meet Alice
Perhaps I will say hello to Barnabus Collins
Or pay a visit to Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory
All is possible in my dream world
I will climb the mountain and visit Edward Scissorhands
Or greet Beetlejuice in another dimension
I will fly to London and meet Sweeney Todd
I am lost in the world of Tim Burton
I will fly across the Atlantic
And visit him in the United States
I will fly from New York to Los Angeles
And find the great man working in Hollywood
I will thank him for his wonderfully weird imagination
And for making the dreams of a Gothic girl come true
He will kiss me on the cheek and shake my hand
And with that I will awake from my Gothic Dream
Literature
longing
I'm surrounded
yet so very
far away
longing
for something
anything
to feel
in this vastness
that taunts
with it's
unfamiliarity
Literature
slightly thin
I think
I might be
running myself
slightly thin
Where I've
been trying
to write everything
down
before they
dissipate
between
each pot hole
that startles me
into taking
action
Literature
The Halloween Train
the halloween train
doesn’t stop here,
but knives do
and menace does
menace does
whatever the night
might
disguise as a form of charity;
its giving, an act
of giving back
to the ground and sky
the moon might shine these ideas
as bright to some,
its clarity
dilutes this liquid atmosphere;
here, fear
in its truest form
is no monster
it takes on the shape
and weight
of familiar indentations
in the seat beside you
yet, this halloween train
never stopped to pick you up
and will not stop to let you off
touch the empty seat beside you
and commit to memory, how life looks
streaking by in fogged over windows,
in droplets collecting and trailing like comets
touch the empty seat beside you
and adjust your belongings;
pretend
you’re simply preparing to disembark
at the next stop, now
lose yourself in the window
in the slow song of click clack
and its side-to-side sway;
look around for a cord, a handle to pull
look anywhere but down
into the empty seat beneath you
A poem inspired by the films of Tim Burton written from a female perspective
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