Nightmares
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The monster underneath my bed
Sang me lullabies in the night
Which quickly turned to nightmares
And gave me quite a fright!
But as I got older
Twisting and Turning
Restless Sleep
Does anyone hear,
when I weep?
Cries are silenced by the night
Night is silenced by the fright
Fright is emboldened
the memories turning
When I was a child, I made a wish.
It was a stupid wish.
I didn't wish to have powers or be a hero.
or even to be liked.
Though i didn't have any of those things either.
I had wished to be remembered.
Night after night, I somehow find myself
Closer to you than I have ever felt.
The time spent with you seems eternal.
I feel as if I know everything about you
Even when you don't speak.
What is it about the night that makes people so scraed?
Is it because of the fact that they know that if something bad were to happen, they would not be sparred?
Awake in a place I don’t want to be
Surrounded by friends and family
Endangered by negativity
I try to protect my allies
I’m too late
Couldn’t stop
Such a horrible fate
Angry with myself
The nightmare that haunts me
Whether it’s morning or night
Isn’t just a nightmare.
It’s a reminder of my life.
Telling me I can never escape.
I am made of memories
A collection of recollections bundled up inside a ball of anxiety and fear
Someone who wants nothing more than to forget what's wrong with them
So much so that the light that escapes cannot be caught
I dreamnt once
That the world was ending
And my head was spinning
Over the thought that you were gone
You were gone
And the world was ending
The dreams I dreamEvil comes every nightI am terrified The dreams I dream"Possessed rooms"I am terrified The dreams I dream"Eyes that cry blood"I am terrified The dreams I dream"Blue devil chases me"I am terrified The dreams I dreamEvil is eve
I can’t stand these dreams anymore.
First, they started as simple nightmares.
Now they control my days and my nights.
I’m exhausted all while awake, but then dread falling asleep knowing ill be restless and tortured again.
Laughing Jack strikes me down
One of my nightmares
Pitch Black controls my movements
One of my nightmares
My ex-boyfriend from Youtube RP finds me in person
One of my nightmares
But they aren't real
There is a prison
Shaped like me
It lies empty in my bed
Empty prison
Full of dreams
Wistful dreams of a mere coinflip
There is a prison
Shaped like me
It holds me tight
I hear wolves howling in the distance,
I see nothing,
I hear the hooting of the night owl,
I see nothing,
I hear the trickling of the creek,
The warm, wet, darkness envelopes my eyes,
My breathing slows with each chest fall and rise.
Sinking deeper and further into inky black sleep,
The princess up high in her tower,
the monsters are sure to make her cower.
Sitting in her room brushing her hair,
tearing at her face her skin no longer fair.
I died to sleep
Perchance to dream
To escape this old world
With its horrors yet untold.
But, alas, I stirred
For a frightful air
Disturbed my slumber
Causing me great despair.
i feel tired at 7:30 (p.m)
sometimes i go to bed that early
sometimes i stay up to a grand 8:30
exhausted of putting my feelings into jokes
Sleepless Nights
Naeha Inapanuri
Those nights.
I lay awake
All that comes to mind
Is everything I ever did wrong.
The demons,
Imagine a world without hurt,
Without pain, loss, or suffering,
A world where animals talk and people don’t,
In this world,
My world,
Dear Sleep,
“Sleep,” They told me once
But there’s the endless nightmares of my dreams
“But it has already been months.”
I told them, “Oh so it seems.”
“Sleep,” He spoke to me.
A home that becomes your new dark place
You can run from it as much as you want
But you will always wake up in the same spot
The nightmare is not a dream
The nightmare is what you wake up to
A brazen force,disturbs the sleep,shatters the tranquility,abandons the rest with easetrying to set itself free,it longs to envelope and capture me.
Bitter Sweet Exhaustion
I wish I would have known
I wish I would have known
That beauty is a just shapeshifter that turns into the nightmare shown
Chunks of his face fall away.
Her figure of ash disintegrates.
Your breath is toxic.
Don't you see you're a killer?
Stay away.
Stay. Away.
They turn to stone that crushes their life.
Crooked ladies and shadowed men creep from under my doorViolent screams from my sister's lips Cries for help bleed from my brother All I can do is watch as my f
Night.
A living death.
In my chest and
In my head.
Unconcious,
I lay in wake.
Sifting through my dreams
Until you arrive.
I don't know you.
We have yet to meet.
I am afraid to close my eyes
Hearing the emptiness when I awake
Feeling any heart pounding against my ribs
lungs constricting to leave me breathless.
My head is spinning
as I choke down a shriek
Eyes heavy, body trembling, nightmares vast. She's harassed by the forecast of the past. Demons disguised in the form of lovers Until she discovered their true colors. She was used and abused,
Last night, I could not sleep,All I could see where the things I was sleeping to forget,I woke up, checked my phone: 6:36 AM. I began to weep, My face is pale, I'm breaking out, my cheeks... so wet.
The monsters aren’t under the bed
(They’re in the walls)
Creeping from their quiet crypts
Milky white complexion and cavernous cheekbones
Is this real?
I love sleep.
From daydreams to nightmares, I could live in my dreams forever.
No matter how vivid those other worlds appear to be,
Nor how terrifying the chases are,
It's hard to listen fully
To people when they say,
"You need a little sleep dear;
Your eyes won't be as gray".
For how are they to know
What sleep does to my mind,
How I wake up in a cold sweat,
The sad part is how easy it would be
to just give it all up.
To forget the work
to forget the dream
the sweat
the blood
the tears.
It is a matter of will they say
I've been having nightmares about you after the sun leaves the sky,
Every. Single. Freaking. Night.
Telling myself that the info received is dry,
would be telling myself a lie: I repeat, my nightmares are not lies.
My favourite dream is about a bus.
A bus with a spotless white interior, so clean that I didn't want to move.
I was SURROUNDED by people that I knew, but didn't know.
I'm sleepy.
For all the sleep I
Didn't get last night...
And the night before that,
And the night before that.
Your sleeping is my surviving.
Your snores are my screams.
In one teardrop, you lose your sense of self.
In one teardrop, your heart left me a key.
In one teardrop, you take that picture off the shelf.
It's only in my dreams that I say what I mean,
because I think too much when I feel too much-- or too little,
and I find myself forgetting how to breathe,
while I wander aimlessly inside a prison of dream.
Explosion.
Nuclear warfare ignites the city;
the meltdown happens
far too soon to process.
My eyes flicker open
to hospital lights -
white sanctuary walls
They never talk about this.
They never talk about what happens after.
When the crowds leave.
When the pomp and circumstance has faded.
When there's nothing left but me and him.
In my dream,
My friend knew his time was coming.
This 26 year old young man
He had just visited the hospital for a checkup
And the doctor had diagnosed him with a disease
The ground is cold and dirty
The shackles on your wrists are sturdy
The room is dark, very quiet
You can escape, you have to try it
Wait until the coast is clear
Be still and silent when they're near.
The ground is cold and dirty
The shackles on your wrists are sturdy
The room is dark, very quiet
You can escape, you have to try it
Wait until the coast is clear
Be still and silent when they're near.
The nightmares don't end when I turn on the light,
My thoughts prevent me from my rest in the night,
So harsh and so cruel not a good thing to say,
They leave me so nervous to take on the day,
Teeth rip in
Blood, thick and sweet on my tongue
Salty flesh I spit out
Staring into angry, scared eyes
I smile, their blood thick in my mouth
The Romans would have carved into their gravestones:
non fui, fui, non sum, non curo--
“I was not, I was, I am not,
I don’t care.”
Reflection
The most important of actions
The mirrors have it mastered
Replicated image captured
Their faces face others
Their eyes eyed by their pupils
But behind the glass burns a fire
"Death whispers to me,
saying"honey pretty please"
But even if I ask it to leave,
It still follows me.
I turn down a dark alley,
But no it's just a hall way,
And i'm late for biology.
I saw those cold streets
Glass shards covered over the sidewalk in November
And every time you speak a little of your soul leaves your mouth
Dead bodies and warm blood with the intuition to kill
I use to love dreaming about you
Because it was the one moment I could see you again
So vividly I could feel the butterflys, so realistically your embrace would engulf me
Dreams about our forever, how we could be
I open my eyes to another Hell
As I’m pulled into another restless dream.
I fight the demons though my fears swell
I fight through their torture and schemes.
I’m blinded by an explosion
Drifting away never seemed worse
The thought of what is coming very near
Appears to be much more than just a curse
Like living life in a horror premiere
I am,
Broken
Shattered behind how my education
Deprived me of all hope of a normal life
What is normal though?
Normal for me
Is waking up in the middle of the night
Drenched in sweat,
It's dark again.
I used to pray
I used to say it was all pretend
Then no one was watching.
The lights went out
My body was sucked away
I couldn't go back
I shouldn't go back
Night crawlers on the roof
Walking around going, who who
White faces smiling at you
Tapping the window, who who
Something is scratching the door
Let me in, who who
I had a dream-
Of a bright world,
And a bright smile,
And dreamy eyes.
But that would not be the case today.
Because I ventured away then,
Darker into this place.
Where things deemed scary,
i’m sad
sunshine body
sunlight veins
the sun
it’s a new day
but not a fresh start
and i shouldn’t be sad
Waiting for change, chances aren't worth taking. Waiting for answers, the future is still in the making. Change. A word that requires action. Struggle. Fighting the distractions. Step. Step. One foot in front of the other.
I tried
I cried
I cheated
And lied
But was never satisfied
I sweat
I bleed
The monsters under my bed
Crawled into my head
Characteristics of time change when the clock strikes
midnight; the Moon casts his gaze on clumsily painted dreams.
A flirtatious affair under a silk cloak of stars,
When people ask me why it looks like I play tic-tac-toe on my wrists,
I tell 'em it's because that's where I can feel my body insisting
Over, and over, and over again,
That it's alive.
Going into the dark chambers of your mind
Where the voices whisper
The hands claw
Waking up in a cold sweat
Gasping for breath
Longing for air
No, you won't go back there
Do you ever have that dream that doesn't let you sleep?Leaves red marks in your eyes,And a bad taste on your teeth?But, for some reason, no one understands
My dreams are most vivid when I bolt
Awake staring at the ceiling where the stucco shoots
Constellations to my brain, just a telescope that won’t retract
Or react to the basic instincts meant to drive
Mountain valley's rise.
to quakes of dissonance,
Curving in the gears beneath each watch face,
“Pretty as a princess”
That’s what they all say
Tuck you into bed with story time.
“Wish upon a star”
It was just a childhood dream
As you stare out the window at night
My demons
Have your face now.
Haunting my existence.
Creeping into my dreams.
My nightmares.
Keeping me awake
Keeping me on edge.
Keeping me your prisoner…
You're FEELING too much
You're way OVERsensitive
This isn't JEN from the Block
This is ME my own critic
Nothing's set in STONE
Till the day AFTER you deaded
My will is stronger than EVER
In darkness they arise
the shadows of the night
a darker shade of black
their movements silent
unpredictable
faces of evil appear
in the corners of where the light flickers
Panic. Terror. Staccato breaths. It is strong. Merciless, yet intangible. Clouding all rationality, engraved with anger. All too well, it is the essence of an inner demon - lurking inside of us. Consuming our minds.
Close your eyes,
Go to sleep,
Dream of us-
As deep drums
Mark the beginning.
Ravenous human shadows
Singing brutal blood-stained
Close your eyes,
Go to sleep,
Dream of us-
As deep drums
Mark the beginning.
Ravenous human shadows
Singing brutal blood-stained
I took a journey,
Through time and space,
Didn’t know what I was looking for,
But amazed by what I found…
I ended up in a familiar place.
Never can I forget,
What pain scars my heart.
As the days slug by, neverending
Haunting my mind.
The day of gray
Painted black all around.
Humming in the distance,
Playing my heart
When I woke up this morning I dreamt I could not moveI dreamt that I was a broken machine with a shard stuck in the grooveI dreamt that I could not believe that other things could breathe
When room lights are out, everything blurs together.
Shadows start to take form and grab squirming bodies tight.
Always dyed black, they’re never anything fun—
Like fuchsia pink blossoms,
I breathe better through a blanket
Let it circulate the air I take in
Let it suffocate me if in the end I’m pure
I rub its softness against my cheek
Black atmosphere, purple park on fire
my flesh desired
Black spiked hair with a bruised face
stepping, grass crunching, heart race
Your panting, screaming, something’s coming, but you cannot tell what,
You run into a new room, and make sure the door is shut.
You think of what could be chasing, hidden from afar,
Sometimes I wish I hadn’t
Been so desperate on that Monday afternoon
Searching for relief just a little too soon
Red round songs
Calling from the back of the cabinet
Loose tethered ties
In the night, you scream with fright
you hold your breath all too tight,
for in the night, lurk shadows of the past,
you remember of those gruesome nights,
you try to fight those scary dreams,
Hell is a place where the mind can goNightmares exist before eyes are closed
Fear has a home inside my soul
Memories hold me captive and won’t let go
Love is a place where I feel warm
I think I saw a robbery today.A man just fiddling with the door.He looked at me watching,I know he saw.
He looked me in the eyesI just stood there frozenI knew what he was thinking.I was going to die.
Our minds are such powerful things.
They are also very devious.
My surroundings are unrealistic,
Yet I am completely oblivous.
Wanting to be heard and wanting to be saved,
It's such a struggle.
Im surrounded by familiar faces,
The choice has been made I will meet my demise,
Torture is realized, life flashing before my eyes,
I place the gun to my head as I begin to die.
The bright neon lights glistened and gleamed
Dancing and twirling across the black night sky
Before they were distorted by the blur
As the car went whizzing by
The warm summer night is teeming with magic
It is stagnant.The dark intimidates me.My subconscious is cruel.There is a suspension of time that I am profoundly aware of.He's here! He speaks to me. The words are incoherent and stumble though my mind.
Release
Sweet God I think I've got it.
Remorse
Where's my mind I think I've lost it.
Relief
All my dreams mix well with drinks.
Regret
All my screams are making make me sink.
Repeat
I remember the storm outside. Its raging winds beat up against the house. The family was due back hours ago. So I will wait a little longer.
Go to bed at nine on the dot,
just to lie awake for five hours.
Awake.
Tired,
but awake.
Going through the what-ifs.
The mistakes.
The bad memories.
Everthing that delivers shame
Like a caterpillar, I snuggle
Into three warm layers. I’ve
Built my cocoon, shield from
The elements for a few sweet hours;
In my simple sarcophagus,
Only nightmares can catch me now.
(poems go here) The moonlight is so bright, so peaceful, so simple.
A heavy cloak of black attacks and quickly engulfs the powerful gem of Silver, reminding her that pure bliss can be shattered at a moment’s notice.
I went to school with no pants
My skin crawled alongside the ants
Laid down and drifted through a river of halls
And answered a myriad of empty calls
With no phone in my hand
No ground to stand
On.
The wind shook the house on that cold, cold night
You were yelling at me, I didn't want to fight.
You stumbled down the stairs,
You stumbled into my room,
You grabbed me by the hair, and you blamed me.
Untamable
This space is cold
The name I chose
became the main chain-reaction to maintain with a brain too strange for the average face to smile at
so brace and don't
hate just cope
I came to hold
Nightfall comes with subtle fantasy that grips and pulls and awakens me
from any form of peaceful slumber. Then I’m forced to be dragged under
into nightmares of warped reality; a mirror of what’s never to become of me.
Its blinking button eyes
Lashes Plucked
Clean conscience lies
Demons of possess
Its ragged red dress
Hides in the shadows; tireless
Awakened by the silver moon
Loom through loom
Broken like the keys of an old piano,
Fake like all the lies that you've told her,
Tattered like the curtains of an old abandoned house,
Abused like a stray dog...
Broken like a rusty 1969 Chevelle,
One drink to wash away the pain,
Just one more,
One sip to cleanse the sorrow,
Just one more,
One drink to ease the suffering,
Just one more,
That will come tomorrow.
When morning light cracks, my skull rattles to ear-piercing bebop saxophone
Prize-fighter in the corner, crave the bell, you pitbull,
crushed ankles will likely give out, useless things
"I've lost all hope of you ever doing anything right!"
"You will never amount to anything!"
These phrases and more echoing through my head
"Just end it now!" I think as I collapse behind the door
Bed Dreams
Ah bed so soft and warm
I love to jump and play
In a feathery swarm
Every night and day
For a bed is a place that’s fun
Now if only
I actually had one.
The nightmares come throughout the night.
They wake me with the fearful sight,
of the cars as they hit,
my best friend's face no longer lit.
I wake up with a cry,
hoping my friend did not really die.
Do you not see your hurting her from the inside out
That soon tears that wish to rain become a sullen drought
Misery from the mornings start
Till night when the sun departs
No wounds visible for the eye to see
Sleeping deeply, always lightly
Never sweetly but always nightly.
Nightmares haunt me taunting softly
Leaking deeply into my reality.
Was it a dream or was it real?
These wicked thoughts are out to drown me,
Afraid it will come back
Up like a shadow
Up like his smoke
Rolling in with the tide
Even when I hide
I'm afraid it will find me
I'm afraid I'm still to week to fight
Because I remember how
I had a dream that forced me wake
It shook my bones and made me quake
To wake to such an empty room
Mistake my dead love there did loom
So real was life before my eyes
Till thick with love and lavish lies
