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Caitlin 4d
With a sigh of relief
the numbness is back.
I wake up in the morning
waiting for when I can take my medicine
and go back to sleep.
I'm not abusing it.
I take it when I'm supposed to.
But sleep is my favorite past time
because nothing hurts when I sleep.
What of the young Donna
Reclining with book in hand
A sigh circling her lips
A glaze greeting her gaze
Her thoughts bored of days
Endless days
Depthless days
Where every voice and all actions
Are slowly stewed
In rich stock of routine
And people arrive, bowls in hand
Forming long, bending lines
Like the Depressions of old
Where defeat, distrust, damage
Linger and lay
Within the sleepless eyes of many
Inspired by the painting A Decadent Girl by
Ramon Casas
Celeste Briefs Sep 2018
some goddess
sleeps
inside my body
breathing
slowly
dreamless
innocent
sometimes
she whispers
things I don't
understand
things that echo
in the darkness
of unconsciousness
sometimes
her eyelids
flutter
when and earthquake
shakes
my soul
but she
has not
awakened
yet
I don't think
she knows
how
Payden B Kell Sep 2016
I lied awake without a dream.
All night long with no one to speak.
Night one passed without a beat.
But by night two I realized insomnia was
killing
me.
I tossed and turned missing my
dreams.
The ones that ended
happily.
And the ones that woke me with loud
screams.
Or even the ones where I couldn't
breath,
and died at
sea.
I longed for the night to take my mind.
So that I might awaken
peacefully.
But the night had other plans for me.
So by one hour, I'll pass onto
night
three.
By me (Payden B Kell)
KL Taguiam Dec 2015
We sat under a star-filled sky,
talking,
thinking,
gazing
at each other.

We sat under a cloudless sky,
holding hands as you lean on my shoulder,
wondering
where we are heading.

We stood under the pouring rain,
shouting,
denying,
hurting,
losing what we have,
what could have been,
and what should have been.

I sat under a starless sky,
blank,
reaching out
to the void,
hoping it would consume,
this unending pain;
hoping it would consume,
this utter dreamless life.
This poem is dedicated to those who have experienced loss. May the hollowness never defeat you.
Sydney Marie Jun 2015
I wanna punch walls
And throw glass
And curse all the curse words

Yet I stay still and quiet.
Chloe Sep 2014
Every night is an abyss,
Of which I struggle to survive,
Pitch-black voids of nothingness,
Keeping myself alive.

Do you see meadows of green,
Upon forests of daisies,
Or do you see a dear one,
So close yet so far?

I see none, hear none,
All that surrounds me is dark,
Every night a ****** battle,
To keep myself sane.

But I fear that one day,
I will lose the battle,
Never to wake again,
For I am, dreamless.
I have to apologize for this one, not sure what was going through my brain.
Emily Von Shultz Jan 2013
The dawn has rendered me dreamless yet again,
Or at least of the only dream that mattered.

Surrendering myself to my subconscious has never been easy for me,
but dreams were the last place I knew you to exist,
and I would gladly brave all the nightmares that came along with them,
if it meant that I could just hold you again.


Lost- Your name has become synonymous with "Lost."
It breaks my heart every time I hear it,
and yours was a very common name,
but I'll say it all the same,
because I still enjoy the sound.
"Lost" is an unfortunate word, yes, but it implies that there is a possibility of being found.



Alive- They say you are "Alive."
I disagree.
Your meaningless words and vacant stare
scream to me that you are not in there.

Your obnoxiously noisy heart beats blindly,
it knows not of how it teases me and fills me with desire.
Your soul was the sacrifice and your body was the pyre.

— The End —