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Nyx Velora Jul 22
Are you even real?
Or just a product of my dreams?
Losing you is something I fear.
Maybe I should come with you my dear.

Burning down my throat,
these pills they made me swallow.
As I lay in bed to wallow.
I don't want to wake up dear.
Losing you is something I fear.

Please they want me to stay awake.
In my dreams your presence follows me in my wake.
Hold me tight, I don't wanna ever leave.
If you're not here I don't wanna ever live.

Tears sting the corner of my eyes.
As they force water in my mouth.
I count the minutes before I'm finally out.
Now you're no longer here when I close my eyes.

Are you even real?
Or just a product of my dreams?
Losing you is something I fear.
I should have come with you my dear.

- N.V. 🥀
CE Uptain Jul 22
Mamaw said there’s no one like family
She said just live and let live
Mamaw said you can’t be who you are not
She said just give it all you got

Papa said that a train goes over the mountain
He said the stars ain’t made for counting
Papa said you got to know what burns inside of you
He said you got to know what makes your sky blue

I’ve seen life and the stars burning bright
I’ve seen the cold of a dark and lonely night
I’ve held a memory until I was fast asleep
I’ve said a prayer; hope my soul to keep

Mamaw said there was life in the ever after
She said this life should be full of laughter
Mamaw said hard times make you stronger
She said be tough; you’ll live a little longer

Papa said you cannot be forsaken
He said your dreams are for the taking
Papa said you got to give everything your all
He said you got to listen to hear the call

I’ve seen troubles and dreams so hard to reach
I’ve seen the lessons a hard life can teach
I’ve seen the faith, the glory and the power
I will see it again in my moments of the final hour
In my computer room I have a lot of old family photos and mementos. This one is on the wall with some pictures. Enjoy.
Labhrás Jul 21
Dreaming reality
Is a hard pill to swallow
Days start to blur
And longer nights follow

Is life waking nightmare
Are dreams the true life

Wake up, into sleep
Slumber, into life

Comprehending the truth
When dreams are so real
It becomes a sore subject
For the dreamer to feel

What does one do
Where can one go

Wake up, into sleep
Slumber, into life

Walk in fantastic nightmare
Explore the horrible dream
Live life and don’t trust
All to be as it seems.

Is the world just a trick
Is the dreamer a lie

Wake up, into sleep
Slumber, into life
I’ve struggled with sleep
When things get rough my dreams and nightmares mimic reality. I wake and am confused where and who I am, what is going on in reality and what is real. The title is a description I gave to a friend as to what it feels coming between reality and dreaming when neither are preferred.
Home is a roof
like a hat under heaven
as a shelter for dreams
that drift in the night

Home is belonging,
tune in and becoming
is to land on your feet
and stand in the light

Home is the heartbeat
that echoes the silence
home is the soft wind
caressing your face

Home is the love that
you give one another
turning your shed into
the world’s dearest place
CE Uptain Jul 18
We were flying like Hell down a one-track line
Pressing our luck and holding back time
Like a naked freight train running all downhill
We rode with our Hearts that we couldn’t keep still
Uncle Charlie said don’t worry son, I’ve got your back
There ain’t but one train from Hell and its right on track
He gave me a wink and let that whistle blow
He said when we get there we’ll be on the go
We roared and we rumbled on a dead man’s run
I was so scared of it all I was having fun
All through the night we rolled, and we rolled
Hoping to God that those rails would hold
I said Uncle Charlie you’re quite the engineer
You make it look easy, you don’t even steer
He smiled and said you just follow the tracks
And read the burn from those old smokestacks
You shovel the coal like you’re feeding Hell’s fire
You follow your dreams with passion, heart and desire
I had a wild dream about my grandfather one time. He worked for the railroad all his life, it was his only job he ever had. He wasn't an engineer but hey this is poetry.
Robii Jul 17
Emerging talent, up and coming
You are not stagnant anyways
I see the way you strike
Keep the flow and shine
The potential within you is limitless
You are a rising star
Oops a star already?
Do what you love and keep the consistency going
Through clouds I travel, through the firmament,
comfortable in my seat,
in the sky.
In the air,
for a few hours,
from one point to another.
While I sleep a while,
and soon in another magical place.
From one world to another,
among suitcases,
and finally,
the destination,
yet another place.
Through turbulence,
across distant borders,
in another world,
to the destination.

July 16, 2025
CE Uptain Jul 16
10,000 miles I can hear you calling
10,000 times I am still falling
Next to you that’s where I belong
Next to you that’s where I feel strong

10,000 days every day is still the same
10,000 nights every night you call my name
In your arms there is nowhere else to be
In your arms I am you and you are me

10,000 beats our hearts work together
10,000 steps we will walk in to forever
In your heart I know light shines for me
In your heart I know that’s where I need to be

10,000 kisses each like I’ve never felt
10,000 arms around me I think I’m going to melt
In your eyes I can see the light
In your eyes I know this is right

10,000 miles we have traveled up and down
10,000 times we’ll be coming back around
In your dreams just keep on loving me
In your dreams that’s where I will be
Please enjoy. 10,000 is a lot.
Labhrás Jul 15
Wake sleeper
From dreaming comfort
Stay the knife
From turning in your heart.

Lift your legs
Move off your plinth
Feel the rust
Lift off your weary bones

Pained dreamer
Move along with effort
Feel the strife
But rejoin the world in part
Some days the body does not wish to move from bed. The dreaming world feels preferable to the real one.
mae Jul 15
i slept in the arms of cities
with no names,
listened to taxis like lullabies
while the moon
pushed its hips against my window.
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