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Cyrus Gold Jun 2016
She fell for wonderland
Now that her mind's taking over
she takes a gander and wonders
if she could understand

Minimal hand holding,
she felt a sense of control
beyond her natural limits
and met her inner soul

And it was smiling back;
they had a conversation,
praising the gift and the curse
that come with ruling nations

Corrupt insinuation,
standing ovation to a leader's malfeasance
like a "crowd-pleasing" situation

It told her to breathe
She saw her love and her fire
Her wants were thrown to the flames,
and burning with desire

The air around her was pleasant,
and compared to the toxic and suffocating reality,
a refreshing present

The water's effervescence
felt like diminishing truths,
and every second was shackled
with fear of evanescence

This dream is liberating,
lucid enough to abuse it,
and yet the fear of awaking is very irritating

Is she falling in peace,
or falling to pieces?
She's now feeling the sheets,
but refusing to leave this!

"I am nothing without this,
I'm begging you to wait up!"
(You're terrified without us,
we're getting you to WAKE UP!)

"I'm with the love of my life"
(...but it's only a dream)
"Immune to cuts from my knife"
(...but it's only a dream)

"Dining with those that I've lost"
(...but it's only a dream)
"Willing to pay any cost!"
(...but it's only a dream)

"Heavenly taste of this world"
(...but it's only a dream)
"I'll buy more time with these pearls...!"
(...but it's only a dream)

"I'm satisfied with my looks!"
but it's only a dream!
You're so lonely, it seems!
THE WORST WE'VE EVER SEEN!
THE WORST WE'VE EVER SEEN!


...

If she could understand,
she'd take a gander and wonder
whether her mind should take over
and fall for wonderland,

but the love of her life
and her family members
surround her hospital bed;
they pray that she remembers...

...that people love her,
and life is gray,
but we give it color.
Expergefaciphobia is defined as the fear of waking up.
xmxrgxncy May 2016
Shouldn't nine hours of sleep
Be enough?

Someone's gotta tell me
Why my life's so rough

I used to be able
To play my own games

But now I'm so tired
I've forgotten my own name...
Ambika Jois Nov 2015
Where is the rain
When my tears wanna flow away?
What good is sunshine
When my heart is full of grey?

Tell me why
Tell me how
Tell me when
Will the clouds form?

Tell me where to go
Where I can just hide my face

Where are my feathers?
I need them to show him
What lies beneath – every bit of –
Skin that’s trapping me

My eyes, his glare
My fingers through his hair
He wants more and more
But he can’t feel what I can feel

Tell me why
Tell me how
Tell me when
Will the clouds form?

Tell me where to go
Where I can just hide my face

Tell me now
Through tears of smiles
I just want this to be real

‘Coz I really do not want to hide my face...
Every woman has the right to fall in love. No matter what her profession is. It is human to love. It is human to work. It is human, to feel trapped and it is human to want out. Sadly, it is also human to judge, cheat and betray. This poem is for those who have been judged and trapped in isolation, deprivation and privation from the blessing of love.
belbere Sep 2015
The Sandman has gone out of business,
he says that he’s closing up shop.
Yeah, the Sandman is leaving us hanging,
he’s givin’ his clients the drop.

But the black market promises quality,
claims it’s made just the right stuff.
Got some back-alley dreams for the takin’,
well, if you can pay enough.

Now Grandma’s returned to the sixties,
she still rolls the best jays in town,
and I’ve entered the family business,
soon she’ll have to give up that crown.

Yeah, they call me the Sandman round these parts,
and I still haven’t slept worth a ****.
But if you need some dreams, for a reasonable fee
satisfaction is guaranteed.
had to write a backbone poem for performance class

the spine is 'sleepdeprivation'

it's a pretty curved spine admittedly but oh well
Jellyfish Aug 2015
It looks like we're gonna see the sun rise again this morning I can't help but wonder if you noticed as well that we will see the colors within the sky swell. The last time I saw it I was reminded of The Lion King it's so interesting the way the little things can get to me I wanted to watch it rise for a longer amount of time than I really had in fact; it makes me kind of sad that I didn't. And now my sleeping schedule is all out of wack wow, Rebecca. Why'd you do that? I just couldn't help it, don't you want to see the ocean of colors in the sky as well? I can't stop myself from picturing diving into the sky, I never learnt how to swim but I trust I'd only cause splashing to emerge from the happiness that these colors fill me with- I'd like to believe they'd hold me. **I won't drown.
Jellyfish Jul 2015
Sleep deprived
and high on caffiene

Too many things
keep me from laughing
ArominizedM Jun 2015
I'd lie to stay awake,
I would choose the waking notion:
I'd try to speak it straight
for most of a dense impartial resolution.

I'd stay to wake a lie,
by a flaccid disrepair of state of mind,
contorting to sudden sigh
from mostly a yawn time seemed to find.

I'd wake to say a lie,
to whom you found a missing twentieth.
I'd stay to get by
an amusing theme of prose that is not done yet.
bergljot Jun 2015
A day, a day, past.

How strongly one’s emotions can affect mentality.
The constant reassurance of stability is about as crippling as the entity of emotion itself.
How long can one suffer in the ocean of sentiment before they eventually drown?
The aspect of progression through the soul is subtle, faint and bleak.
Nostalgia disturbs through inducing wistful affection;
Upon recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.

Resurrected from the salty chuck.
I awoke with the absence of instinctive regret;
To think a shadow burdened my day,
Until I no longer wished for another.
Freddie Rogers May 2015
Brothers front with endless affection
Reveal true colors from deep within
Ocean blue eyes now chaotic infection

The ***** within stabbed by your own
Once was full but now is drained
Drought in trust left him alone

Bottled up sealed with sorrow
Eyes strapped ready for launch
Hopefully all is better tomorrow

Smiling face embracing his flaws
Perfection the effect
Betrayal the cause
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