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Sometimes I still wake up at night.
To my mid-day terrors.
And my room always feels empty.
My eyes fall off back into time.

I'd always hear you say
That we'd be better off
But who are you to say so
When you're not here anymore.

And I wake up in the after glow
Of the sun from my midnight terrors
This place is just too much for me.
I'd rather not stop to look and see.

And I remember that you'd always say
Nothing would last that long
But how could you tell me that
When you've been gone for far too long.

When I dive back to the sea of dreams
I close my eyes and can't help but think
You were right all along
But I can't tell you that anymore.

And yet as I drift off into the evening sky
Your voice is still as clear as it was that time.
And I wish that I could have this back
Your kind words and the hope you'd bring.

And all the parts I lost that you took from me.

-Persephone
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BEK Apr 13
deep in a stargazing trance
i stumble through the night
in the darkest hour
a star-crossed lover's stupor
bewitched by constellation filled eyes

tangled in star studded netting
and silently screaming
- i am not a frightful nightmare
- nor a heavenly dream
- merely flesh, bones, lungs, heart...

the closing of night
still woven in intricate webbing
the rising sun's warmth
'tis but the scorch of fate's kiss
i shall smoulder and disappear

with perspiring flesh
shivering bones
panting lungs
pounding heart...
jolted awake

'twas but a dream?
NoctOwl Mar 31
Dream catcher
For my haunting dreams
The gift I received
On Christmas Eve

At last, it is love!
I giggle and laugh
Until I fell asleep
With a little smirk

Still sleepy, stretching my arms
Why cannot I touch a hand?
Looking for you but cannot find
My recent nightmare, you become.
my mother hoisted my hospital bed
to the top of the tower
she said i could use some sunlight
little did she know
the sun would burn
and i wouldn’t be able to scream
i felt like writing about my dreams. i’ve always been a vivid dreamer and often have nightmares and can wake up affected by them. this piece is about a dream i had recently where i had a cardiovascular attack and what happened after. i woke up in tears.
I was woken up by a nightmare.
I woke up in the middle of the night
when I had fallen asleep
and a poem was finished.
The silence makes the painting 
in the air I breathe,
feel heavy, feel suffocating.
My throat is dry.
And on such a thirsty night,
a poem ordered an inkbox
and a piece of paper,
and I ordered a bottle of beer
and a cigarette and also a lighter,
and night ordered

itself for me.
Indonesia, 29th December 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
There is still hope
to escape from
    the nightmare
             and
anxiety
that haunts the wild nights,
I had been spending all night by writing those feelings
on the cold
       and damp walls,
and I think that we are one of those who need
warmth in love and life.

And here I think
that the poems let me speak
for those who have no voice.
Indonesia, 21st December 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Zack Ripley Dec 2021
In dreams, I've lived. In life, I'll die.
In dreams, I get to say "hello" again.
In life, I have to say goodbye.
In dreams, I'm not afraid.
But in life, I'm terrified.
Terrified of what I don't know. What I can't see.
Terrified I won't be who I'm meant to be.
But what if that's by design?
What if dreams are visions of heaven
and nightmares visions of hell?
I could sit here forever hypothesizing,
so I'll leave you with one final thought.
We tell each other to follow our dreams.
If dreams are visions of heaven,
maybe all of our failures, our efforts,
are not for naught.
Talon Robinson Dec 2021
What is this?
Why would you do this?
It's just a dream,
But it just,
No it isn't real.
It all lines up,
No I'm going insane.
I need answers,
No I want answers.
Insanity will drive you mad,
Don't think to hard,
You know it was a dream,
It was just people close to you.
Maybe with a secret,
But why not just tell me,
I could care less,
I want your happiness.
So what if he's my best friend,
So what if she was my crush.
I do just believe it was just,
Betrayal of a dream.
My own betrayal,
My own dream.
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