It was only a dream.
The monsters aren't real.
You're still in your bed,
the bed you normally sleep so comfortably in.
There's nothing hiding beneath it.
It was only a dream.
No one is screaming.
You're breathing fine.
Your sister is safe.
She's sleeping peacefully.
It was only a dream.
Your father is feeling fine.
He's not sick at all.
Your mother is not worried.
The neighborhood is safe.
It was only a dream.
You didn't plummet to your death.
Nothing is bleeding.
The dog isn't dead.
No one is out to murder you.
It was only a dream.
The sky isn't falling
The house isn't on fire.
The world isn't dying.
The demons are fake.
It was only a dream.
Your family is proud of you.
You're going to be okay.
There's nothing wrong with you.
You're not a loser.
The nightmares aren't real.
But neither are your dreams.

Kyle D.
Dovey Aug 7

Little girl don't understand
why in Brother's room apple juice bottles
and sweet tarts litter the floor

Or why Sissy always locks herself away
having play dates behind closed doors

The child can't comprehend
her Mamma tries
Only thing she knows is
Mamma won't be home tonight

"Mommy? Are you gonna be home
in time to kiss me before I sleep?
... I don't think I can handle the nightmares by myself

Brother's always dreaming
Sissy's always sleeping
You're gone
and I don't wanna be with anybody else."

Just a little story telling.

She was there.

7:25pm

I'm out with some friends., we find a spot on a hill, I know some of the people, I don't know some of the people.

I'm there having a good time. Trying to make conversation, not seeming like a complete loner loser.

I make due with what social skills I have left.

10:45pm

The fireworks have started, sparks of colour fill the sky and loud exploding noises fill my ears.

It's so dark out.
I watched the sunset not too long ago...

The sounds, the exploding bursts of shimmer and shine.

The fireworks are so vibrant, so alive...
I don't feel scared to die right now...

Maybe I should, but I don't.

11:30pm

I found my car and the parking lot is filled with people trying to get out. I grab a map and sit on the trunk of my car as I wait for an opening.

The night is calm if you don't pay mind to the drivers.
And I don't, I just stare at the map, searching for a way home.

12:30am

I made it home about 10 minutes ago and I'm not tired yet.
I make myself a cup of hot chocolate and sit at my computer watching episodes of an old sitcom from a time I didn't live in.

2:00am

I'm here.
Lying in my bed, next to nothing and no one.
It was only hours ago that I didn't feel so scared.
And now I'm here.

She wasn't there was she?
She couldn't have been...
If she was, I couldn't possibly have...

She was there.

She was.

Our paths just missed each other.
Never crossing.

Just hours ago, I was watching fireworks.

And now I'm here.

Watching the darkness.

Celebrate the sky, light it up.

Staying up late again.

And you know I can feel your eyes reading these words, looking for something.

But these late hours don't leave much to be desired in poetry.

Sorry to disappoint.

But if you have a late night memoir, I'm not opposed to some reading of my own.

But you should sleep soon.

And so should I.

I know your reading this. What else do you want me to say?

Me

From where we are
Or where we're going
We could be anything
Anything at all

Her

Not shaking

It's just my brilliance
Trying to get out

During one late night poetry show, I got carried away with a blue pen. I wrote on my arm, and then hers.
Rianna Quarequio Aug 2016

Late nights
Shattered glass,
Car brights,
A family with brown grass.

Lori Aug 2016

buried in the comforts of pillows
smooth between rough palms
cheeks pressed ears hear ruffles
crackles sanding away sleep
or what is it i seek?
one toe forward foot after foot
around the room step over chairs
the air is thick with my sealed lips
hear it in the hairbrush combing
harshly through my roots repeated
again and again for soft holds no
split ends but hear the frizz in the
fizz sizzling tension to shoulders
being stretched forehead massages
try not to pop pimples or crack
knuckles, truly, what is it i'm feeling?
in the emptiness, the dark is my shrink
illuminating the messed up thinking
about how i'm thinking like this
i'll trace the little bits of light managing
to reach into my little box
caressing my walls like your voice
sweeping through the hair falls and dust
settling on my rigid bed the fuzziness
of awaited rest never seems to lie

Broadsky May 2016

Under the bridge is your favorite red hot chili peppers song.
You hurt your head skating the other day.
You kissed a girl and she didn't call you back.
You smoke Marlboro reds like they're good for you.
You drink beer like it's water.
You drink water like it's liquor.
Your cigarette burns will go unnoticed by the new girl you're talking to.
You flash a smile and my stomach drops.

You broke me in two and it seems I've still not had enough.
Holly Mar 2016

It's not fair you know.
Leaving a girl alone so late.
The lights are dimmed and music plays.

You could be here, where I lay.

You're temptation.
Poison to me.
But your lips pierce deeper than any spear.

Your skin is electric beneath my finger tips.
My skin melts like butter under yours.

Your eyes are simple.
Full of confidence and determination.
Unlike mine...
Timid and shy.

But the way you make me feel inside...

When your hands run down my body,
The air escapes my mouth.
When my hands are in your hair...
I want nothing else.

Your looks, they kill me.
Your smile alone.

I hope one day I look at you and feel nothing at all.

Brandon Harmon Mar 2016

Every night is another session of inception
My mind distorts and alters my perception
What-if scenarios now a trained intercession
Is it me? Is it my views or my skin complexion?
Took a long time to reply, that's fine
It's all good, it's all good Mrs. Fine wine
Girl, I'm back for a few more rounds
No complications; this a "stress free" sound
Everything rides the windy coasters
While I try to cross life into a beautiful floater
I've thought about my golden childhood
"Why can't the world be like your childhood?"
No pain, no drama, no confrontations
Such a chilling sensation down my spine
Now all people wanna do is smoke and drink
I didn't think illusions would make us sink

This is just a few thoughts that my mind electrifies here and there. Have you ever wondered why you waste so much time and potential on people who don't deserve it? Part of me believes that it's because deep down inside, you want to prove yourself wrong (more than anybody else). I'd be lying if I said I was never one of those people.
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