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Comfortable rectangle
Stranger sleeping
Feeling, breathing
Mostly dreaming

Self exploration
Starlit sobbing
Skin cells
Sweat beads
Strands of hair

Morning whispers
Morning breath
Laughing, touching
Alarm clocks
Jay May 10
Cold Diet Coke
Administered intravenously
Injected into my veins
And fueling my anxiety.
First, it was only a few
Drops to keep me ready,
But now it's full gallons
And even that's not quenching.

People always ask me,
"Why push milligrams and ounces
Of cold Diet Coke?
It'll make you choke.
After time, you'll croak.
You're such a stupid bloke,
Pushing Diet Coke."

To this I have to say that you
Are quite mistaken, sir.
I only do it because I am
Addicted to the tiny bubbles
In my fizzy bloodstream.
I know it's very dangerous,
But I haven't died quite yet.
I might just try some other kind
To fix my upset stomach.

"Zero calorie soda,
Amazing as it is,
Though it tastes delicious to you,
Isn't healthy food.
It's gonna cause an issue.
You're still depressed and blue.
Your face is green in hue."

Again I must say you lie
To steal my fleeting happiness.
I need the drip, drip, dropping through
My swiftly closing arteries.
I don't have much time left,
And I'm at Death's bright doorstep.
I'm taking my final breaths,
And I'm on my deathbed.

I just want to tell you
You made me do this.
It's your fault.
You're to blame.
Yours is the shame.

You outlive yet another son.
You could've saved this one.
My chances are slim to none.
I approach the glistening sun
As the fungus and rot outrun
The weight of death o'er a ton.
Dark Dream May 1
Am I on repeat?
Offending the offenders?
Racing to wait
Or waiting to race?
Did I see another redo?
Perhaps a pitiful protest
Was it a cry for confidence?
Or a confident cry?

No help for the helpers
And dreams for dreaming
Hopeless haunting
Keep on screaming
Finding out nothing
You did not read
As you lay in bed
Of your own making
Man Apr 27
down falls the old growth
to be cut to pieces

dropped into the ropes draped
towering, it is now laid to rest

the forest floor becomes a new bed
dread before, what comes next
Mike Apr 20
what good is a
square jaw
and bright eyes if
you can't get out of bed?
LC Apr 14
at the end of the afterlife,
when the dust finally settles,
she climbs into a warm bed
made of soft, wispy clouds,
listening to lilting melodies,
from her childhood memories,
falling into a peaceful slumber.
#escapril day 13!
Make my bed the mantle and crown
My women studded gems on the eider and down

I'll make rubys and jets and opals my pets
A sticker the slipper that wicker wets
AbdullaJabr Apr 9
To be so free,
yet feel confined
With no distractions
To **** my mind –
Alone in thoughts
That steal my sleep.
A mind that echoes
With deathly shrieks.
And from my bed,
The sun ascends –
As I fear the night again.
Raven Feels Apr 7
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, my lover is my bed;=]

chest to the bed

laying on my head

arches for the dead

they talk I know but in the air not said

maria Apr 3
Lay in bed with me
You said
And I
can do this
all day
March, 2021
© ,Maria
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