Owlsomniac's Naming Dreams

[Owlsomniac]

I'm going to be reserving posts for each of my kin here! Hopefully this will get me to actually update most of my kin's ND's someday 8D

[Owlsomniac]

TROUBLE

she flashes a smile all full of guile and with a voice as smooth as honey says only, "Come closer."

[Owlsomniac]

EVERMORE

light and dark
sun and shade
always and forever
balance

[Owlsomniac]

KILLING SMILE

His teeth glint in the full moon; slick and sharp and ready.

[Owlsomniac]

DON'T MAKE A SOUND

Darkness creeps in with long tendrils that coil around her and squeeze the air from her lungs.
The sun is swallowed in black and goes cold as day old blood.
Her own (still warm) sinks into the earth and turns the world to red.

[Owlsomniac]

SMASH THE WORLD TO PIECES

screaming, running, shouting
ripping and rending
pain swallowed; copper tang
skin crawing, hide-biting, tearing

break free, coming home
breathing, heaving, choking
unnatural feeling
lips-speak hate, heartache

dreaming, lost, alone
searching, finding, lies
mind swelling, containing pressure
take nothing, feel everything

smash the world to pieces

[Owlsomniac]

POPPYMILK

She crushes the seeds with painstaking care until they are a fine dust. The smell makes her heady, her eyes heavy with anticipation. When it's finished she mixes and stirs - the trembling of her legs almost sweet before she takes the first sip -- and sighs.

[Owlsomniac]

SIDESHOW

Nothing here is real. Illusions, delusions, fancy, and dreams.
Heartache and rapture.
She's felt it all, played the parts -- yet always reaching for something more.
There is emptiness here, something greater calls from beyond -- but how to get there?
It's all just one big sideshow.
A distraction.
One day, she will find a way out.

[Owlsomniac]

BLACKOUT

Sun streams through the trees in brilliant rays. She squints up into it, smiling at the warmth that touches her face and fills her heart -- then, suddenly, it all goes dark.
There is no pain, no fear, no anything. Just a sudden blackout.

[Owlsomniac]

WHAT LIES BENEATH

No one ever looks too deep beneath the surface; not when they like what they see.
You avoid the still puddles and slow-moving, clear-water streams because you do know, you see what they don't, that dark thing that writhes and hungers within, and you're afraid if you linger too long then they'll see it too.

And, well, you can't have that. That would be messy.

[Owlsomniac]

BLACK-LUNGED

every word you breathe is dark as soot; a fine dust that none may ever notice, until they get too close and come away covered in black

[Owlsomniac]

HARDLY GOLDEN

your eyes - like liquid gold reflecting the sun ; but inside it's not so shiny where none can see
(and you like it that way)
you block them out, don't let them in
(don't let them see)

the gold melts and burns and turns into ashes
(you burn to ashes with it)

[Owlsomniac]

BORN AGAIN

The dark swallowed him whole; suffocating and seemingly endless.
He could not breathe, or move, or speak.

He struggled, and fought, until finally, inch by inch, he pulled himself along.

Just when the end seemed inevitable -- light breaks through, pale, and weak, but growing.

He pulls himself toward it and from the black he is Born Again.

[Owlsomniac]

LUCID DREAMS

Living to dream, dreaming to live,
every moment stretches on to infinity.
I wake to familiar faces, strange places,
and fall back again into warmth, wonder; truth.

Nothing last forever - but dreams are timeless.

[Owlsomniac]

CHANGELING

The spirit claws and bites and snaps,
purrs and laughs, difficult to grasp.
It wants out, it wants to run, to be free.
Darkness and light, swirling together.
Selfish and full of love ; paradox.

You know the truth.