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Nicole Dawn May 2015
Why am I
Still awake?

I should be sound asleep,
Having happy dreams
Not lying here
Awake
Dreading sleep
For fear
Of my nightly visions
Nightmares

After all,
I am still a child
I think
Maybe

Why am I still awake?
I hate nightmares
moss May 2015
Nothing but your words
Float in my head

Nothing but your words
Heavy as lead

Nothing but your words
Hang by a thread

Nothing but your words
Fill me with dread
A poem about overthinking and social anxiety.
I dread this day every year,
and as I search the card isle
I fail to find a card that fits our story.

You see our story isn't one that I am proud of,
as this day is a reminder of what I don't have.
I see the way that you look at me from across the table,
the way you crinkle your brow.
I know I am not who you want me to be.
My life reflects the grace of God that I want you to see,
feel, know, and cherish.

I'm different.
My heart is soft and tears freely flow,
sometimes frustrating me, too.
Apologise, I won't.
The **** is broke,
and all I am left with are memories that haunt my soul.

Today I receive the pain,
the sadness that you bring to me.
I soak it in and choose to feel it,
to breathe it in, and acknowledge it.
Today I will cry,
but I will also hold on to the fact that I'm adopted,
by a God who satisfies my heart.
Though my father and mother forsake me, the LORD will receive me. -Psalm 27:10
Weronika Piela May 2015
The radio is buzzing from time to time
I see only darkness
I feel only warmth
The radio stops singing
Now, Im getting scared

The darkness is eating
Is eating my mind!
The leash is sure broken
But Can it be kind!?


I repeat and repeat:
It's all in my head
But now there's a cage
A cage in my bed
My imaginaton was thought to misbehave
Weronika Piela May 2015
The Shot
The Gun
The Bullet
The Fear

Everything is trembling
The Death is near

The awakening
The shock
The confusion
The dread

The sun shines bright
Are you really dead?

Then the conclusion
Then understanding
Then fear is gone
Then this mad grin

The world wakes up
It was just a Dream
Seán Mac Falls Apr 2015
Once time so youthful
Old age creeps into being
Near as black wings fly
Azura Skye Apr 2015
All morning I lie in my bed

Aware of my  dread for the day ahead

Maybe if I close my eyes and fall asleep

will the day be lead away unsaid
Megan Rue Mar 2015
There are no monsters beneath my bed
I see the monsters outside instead
They peer through the windows in the dark
But inside they never dare to tread.

There are no monsters beneath my bed
All my monsters live in my head
And Those who leave the darkest mark
Are those words that I've said.

There are no monsters beneath my bed
They trap my limbs in heavy lead
And when I upon my path embark
My final hope turns into dread

There are no monsters beneath my bed
I find them here instead
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2015
We beach walked at night
Unseen waves knocking
Driftwood under soles
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2015
We beach walked at night,
Invisible waves knocking,
  .  .  .  Driftwood under soles.
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