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Emilia Apr 23
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Ah, This dream of a land is the most wonderful place to be
and the face of the clock is something I cannot see
and while on that topic there's something that's bothering me
For I don't know if I should hide or flee
Are flowers supposed to go on a killing spree?
But alas I forgot that I am yet in a dream
silly me  
oh silly me

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Damocles Apr 23
Behold this sand of time
As the shores of despair
Roll in to sneak it into the depths
Dark is the abyss of a sleepless dream
Where madness is one name away

Dare you speak it

Cthulhu

Wrap me in your endless tendril maw,
Devour soul from flesh
And discard the pickled husk
Let me fade away in shadow
To see your grace,
O’ Old one

Spread madness in a holy word
Eviscerate this world —
Feed it to the void and all its twilit chaos

And then I wake —
Somewhere between a dream and a distant realm
I will come as a herald,
To ring the end of timelines
To bind my mind to singularity.

My fate is my own,
Under the huntress moon,
Into the valiant sun,
‘Cross the diamond caves of night
And the blue oceans of day
I will not be misled.
Had a wacky dream where I was a silver surfer type character but as a herald to Cthulhu and not Galactus and my goal was to destroy the multiverse and bring it all to a singularity.
Piyush Apr 22
We gave away our wings to fly,
We chose our hands to reach the sky,
And now we are floating way up high,
But the fall is real this time.

Why is it easy to fly in the sky?
Why is it not a crime to die?
The heart is beating so fast up high,
But he just wants to die.

He needs nothing now in his life,
He's content with his own sacrifice.
Why is it easy to die?
Why is it hard to find the sky?

He’s ready to throw away his life,
Just to reach the sky,
A sky without a night,
A killer without a knife.

The world around him isn’t bright,
Yet he tried to make it right.
Why must the side character always die?
Why does no one see his fight?

He needs nothing now in his life,
He's content with his sacrifice.
He gave up his wings to fly—
Now…

The blood is all over him now,
His hands have finally fallen down,
The world begins to fade somehow,
An end that no one wants.
Shiva Chauhan Apr 21
I had a dream, I wonder why,
It was you, yes you,
Though veiled in fog, I knew, it was you,
Felt real, felt warm, felt love, because it was you.

Hmmmm, you were humming, made me sleepy,
Your aroma made me feel at home,
The green jacket suits you, your smile suits you,
You came closer to me, and yes, it was you.

I heard you say my name, the nickname,
You looked me in the eyes, I wonder why I cried,
I wanted to hug you, but I couldn't,
It was a dream, but I'm sure it was you.

It's a song, sung for you.
hmmm....or maybe I was just dreaming. Dreaming about her, to be with her.
Piyush Apr 21
Sometimes,
I wake up to the sound of shattering
Dreams—not anyone's but mine,
And I don't even know why?
It's 3AM now,
And I can't sleep,
Why is it so tough to just breathe?

To breathe for an hour,
And I want that shine,
Even if it isn't mine,
Yet I can't reach.

It's not like I don't want to,
It's more like I can't do,
My skills, capabilities are weak,
Or you could also say that,
I'm weak.

The days feel heavy,
And the process is hard,
To maintain week by week,
Still I want to reach.

But to reach,
I need to breathe,
Not just for an hour,
But for a forever.

And sometimes,
This is the reality,
In which you have to breathe,
Not for a day,
Not for a week,
But for the homies,
Still, I want it to be—
a dream...
A shattering dream.
alina Apr 19
I tried touching you

With my fingertips

(But you melted like a mist)

I tried capturing your features

Through half-closed eyelids

And through a keyhole dark

In the night’s embrace

Through a door gap thin

In the daylight’s face

I tried to see

If you were mad at me

In vain

Not a photograph

But a blurry snap

Poorly painted draft

Of your silhouette

In the dark of room

We talk tête-à-tête

But your lips are mute

And I doubt… what’s that?

Is it a cigarette…

Or it's just a pen?

But before I know

I’ll wake up again
TIRED OF THE UNDERGROUND
THE SOUND YOU CAN’T HERE
AS IT SCREAMS IN YOUR EAR
HAVE TO MAKE THINGS
READY TO CHANGE THINGS
LIKE THE GREATS ALREADY DID
Damocles Apr 17
Minutes, hours,
Reclaim, power
Need your warm touch
Gives me new life.

The heart is beating,
Lungs are seizing
Open mouth breathing
Wheezing, seething
Need your warm touch
Brings me a new glow.

Anger, rising,
Demon, conniving
Inner whispers -
Tenebrous fingers
Gripping my light
Snuffed out, the candle
Need your warm touch
Bring me back home.

Alone I stand,
In a white land,
Nothing drawn in
It’s all forgotten.
Blinding, white light
Darkest, black shroud
Feel the floor shake
Bottomless, free fall
Need your warm touch

Wake me up
Ever have a really bad dream and you couldn't jolt yourself awake? Fees like you're paralyzed and stuck to watch it like a horror film
Heavy Hearted Apr 16
Happy birthday- its what they'll say
With voices which typed words delay
Where on your behalf today, they'll wish
Simply for your happiness

A wish to me, is like the Horizon
An imaginary line of undefined potential,
Forever fading when approached.
With its endless opportunity preceding the powerless thrill of pursuit-
Forever fading,
we approach.

When Happiness is fleeting
as all emotions are,
The golden light of  this April's dawn-
Not silhouetted, scars.
After the soul's darkest night
Drifts into it's deepest blue,
nightmarish, waking dream's reveal
relentlessly, nothing new.
John Apr 15
Days pass, nights pass.
In the silence of the night, where shadows dance,
I find solace in dreams that grow ever stronger.
I wander this world as a prisoner of hope,
And with every dream, my heart finds a home.
I'll make myself a cup of tea and lie down—I won't get up; why should I?
For I, a captive of dreams, need nothing but a dream
in which I believe with all my heart.
Perhaps someday—or even right now—it may come true;
but most likely, I will continue to dream...
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