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Amanda Kay Burke Jun 2021
I go to bed
I can't sleep
The same thing night after night
I stare at the ceiling while shadows creep
Ghosts dance in the moonlight
I must be trippin
Brett Jun 2021
Asleep at the pen
The world outside is a chorus of muffled voices
Throwing pebbles at my window
Unconscious mind swerving in and out of lines
Awake dream detective scribbles drunken ink confessions
Sleep deprived glutton for depression
A caution tape commotion for,
My broken heart bravado
Pill, Water,
Swish, Swallow
Simple sorrows warp me back to all my past tomorrows
Humans replaced by hollowed husks
Staring and sipping emptiness from a chalice
Delusional desperado, mounted on malice
His six-gun guitar strums,
Self-inflicted bullet wounds
Thoughts of a wandering mind
lua May 2021
Crashing waves against the crunch of sand
Touches my feet
Sinking into the softness beneath me
As the water stains my toes blue
And paints goosebumps
Paints chills
Across my legs
Up to my stomach
Full of the same crashing waves
Those which curl
And spin in whirlpools
Up to my chest
Into my lungs full of seasalt
And the bitterness of the morning sun
Down every branching vein
That reminds me of mangrove roots
Yet pale and blue
So small and delicate
It reaches my own shaking fingers
And to the rosiness of my cheeks
All I hear is the soft ringing of windchimes in my ears
And the splash that dissipates into nothing but tiny droplets
Maybe that’s what keeps me awake at night.
Dark Dream May 2021
All the things I would tell you,
if you were awake
Things I would do
The things I would confess
I would tell you of my heart
and how it aches
I would share my mind and ask of yours
I would take a trip into your complex arena
I would ask how it functions
And dwell in its sanctuary
The things I would dream in watching you
Showing my desire
If you were aware, I would give you myself
I yearn for your embrace
The touch of your soul into my care
If you were awake,
I would tell this all
Rachel Rae May 2021
I saw a balloon circling overhead when I awoke
Where am I?
What is this?
Where are my hands?
I gasped in a breath, deep flow
That mixed into my belly
And melted to my soul
Tight and tense
It battled with the shadows
In my heart that had settled
Till I doubled over in agony
with a deep, steam scream
Out like a kettle
And I felt for once
In such a while
The pain begin to *****
Down my spine,
Up my neck
And into my fingertips
Alex Braun Aug 2021
my eyes
are tired of being awake
tired of seeing
of knowing

if i close them
i don't know if they'll awaken again
this poem used to always play in my head on bad days, i havent had one in a while and decided to publish it as a funeral to the bad days
Waking up from a good dream
is a terrible way to  start the day,
imagine having a good time
and then being carried away.

And as soon as I realized
I was back to real life
I tried desperately to fall back asleep
but there was no going back.
Elle May 2021
In the night,
Churned metal and motors
Give way to the corn -
Flies hum in the gloam,
- Their glowing bodies float high.
Thoughts swim through dark pools.
Eyes, wide at the unseen.
My fight, doused in doxepine,
Rides waves to dancing shores.
Fight or flight
Jennifer DeLong Apr 2021
Dreaming
Awoke to a different reality
Strange feelings
flowing on my body
Strange sensations
got me shivering
Do , I stand up
no I will just sit here
maybe , I will awake
might still be asleep
Hope , I am just dreaming
This would be a
a messed up reality
Dripping walls
Colors twisted
Sensations crawling &
tapping
So , I am just gonna sit here
till , I awake back to
reality

© Jennifer L DeLong 🦏
4/11/2021
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