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Mar 2014 No name

Andrew Kerklaan

Torch light illuminates the chamber.
The porcelain dungeon...

Lost in darkness.
Room keeps spinning...

Tearing wakeful memories,
I awaken from a restless sleep...

In the dungeon there is still creeping

Like piercing eyes watching...
I feel their gaze

Like wandering spirits voices...
I hear them whispering

Silent like they're listening...
But I am now alone.

#dreams #nightmares #spirits

Mar 2014 No name

insomnia

Mar 2014 No name

izzat haziq

insomnia

i miss the nights when i would feel nothing, see nothing
the nights when i wandered to another astral in the midst of my deep slumber
when i discovered what it is like to be in a realm of dreams, to be devoured by the lucidity of nightmares.

now that is all set and done i have finally grown up
an entity managed to lift the veils of sands that shielded my eyelids
i've lost my yawn, my drowsy eyes
sleep has transcended itself from being an effortless routine to an ardous task
clouds of thoughts lingered in my mind attacking me
a myriad of irrelevant voices resonates in my ear
i am distracted by pathetic regrets
an hour quickly turns into a whole night of arguments with the inner being that dwells inside of me

so i am left with no choice but to fight them
every war leaves casualties
and it seems that my soldiers ought to be treated with large prescription of sleeping pills

Mar 2014 No name

Neverending

Mar 2014 No name

Navarana

Neverending

I see her everyday
and she always gets away
when I try to go
near her.

I don't understand why
Ugh, she makes me cry.
This sensation inside of me
won't go away.

I can't seem to forget her.
What did concur?
Maybe I love her.

Mar 2014 No name

The lady of my dreams

Mar 2014 No name

Navarana

The lady of my dreams

She is an elegant lady.
She lives in a world, oh so shady.
Her eyes are so bright.
She enters this world with dazzling light.
Her moves are so smooth
And she leaves me all so confused.

Mar 2014 No name

I just cannot

Mar 2014 No name

Navarana

I just cannot

I just cannot.

I cannot hold it in my body anymore.
I need to scream it out like a mad
man calling out for his salvation.

I am not immortal nor mortal.

The small voices in my fictional
world tells me what to feel and
what to do.

Someday I will love you and you
will love me.

Mar 2014 No name

Forest

Mar 2014 No name

Navarana

Forest

She went into the forest
The darkness soaked her up
Into the forest she went.

The deer
It has no fear
She went into the forest.

The fox
to thee it talks
Into the forest she went.

The crow
thy anxiety will grow
She went into the forest.

Death shall occur
What will thee prefer?
She went into the forest.
Into the forest she went.

Mar 2014 No name

It is what it is.

Mar 2014 No name

Tahirih Manoo

It is what it is.

You can* falsely call an apple a grape,

           can say the inside is silver and that it’s poisonous,

           can assume that the apple is bitter,

           can paint the apple blue,

           can believe that the apple could make you fly

You can talk about it all you like...

It doesn't change the true nature of the apple now, does it?

                                                                                        - March, 3rd, 2014.  4:29 pm.

self-awareness.

Mar 2014 No name

Queen of hearts

Mar 2014 No name

John Edward Smallshaw

Queen of hearts

She moans in tones I understand and as I moan too we move through floating notes across the scale,
her nails are sharp against my skin,she moans again to let me in and we decide to ride the milky way,
against the night the day sheds tears as we shed wakefulness and any fears we may have entertained.
And it's nothing ventured nothing gained,
I may rule the roost,but over
me
she reigns.