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Ananya May 20
Dazzling moonlight all bright
Mocking my blearing fears,
Exfoliating my peaceful daydream
Haunting,
Evocating,
Nagging,
It burns down my walls all in,
Leaving me dreading for the next night
With eyes filled with poignant memories.
A May 16
He said "sweet dreams"
"Goodnight beautiful I love you like you love me"
I smiled, sheepishly
Went to sleep, peacefully
First time in years, I think
No nightmares or jump scares
I used to fear finding happiness
Cause it meant facing my demons
Reliving traumatic experiences
Coping with pain I never wanna feel again
The drugs I used were for numbing effects
To temporarily avoid thoughts haunting my head
Then I met you and finally felt level
Pulled me up from down low
Made me feel comfort and real love
Warm hugs and tight holds
You gave me clear skies
When I was stuck in a storm
The way you look at me with those blue eyes
Is something I adore
We've both made mistakes
And We'll make some more
Far from perfect
But we'll make it work
v Apr 26
I used to have this night terror...
a man or multiple chasing me
trying to kidnap me
I watched him kidnap so many others

he reached out to me
this scary man with a disguise of female features...
I never understood
where and what created this fear of abuse
at such a young age I ran from more men in my dreams than I did in real life...
I never thought of being abused...
I have no memories.
Was i??? did something happen to me?
did something happen to my mother???
am i seeing a ghosts story???
am I hearing the tales of these kids??
is this a past life??

these are all the questions I would ask...
as time goes on...
the night terrors turn to day dreams
i witness myself being choked...
i can feel someone watching me
i lose track of time
watching some take their time on me...
i cause myself tears...

i create all these fears in my head
i can see them so clear
these fears i could never control
and i never once understood

never the memories of someone i knew
all strangers
created
from a memory
i almost knew
fears nightmares abuse
Carlo C Gomez Apr 23
Welcome to Misadventure, you're drawn to it in some berserk way, maybe due to it's atomic habits or technological urges,

sometimes there are cool, but irrational gun-totting robots who speak in foam, their presence detected by iron filings or teeth fillings or both or neither,

I just know there are tire tracks on your wife's new dress, the smell of gasoline coming from the guest bedroom, and a half-eaten Stouffers lasagna rotating on the record turntable,

and here a replicated version of your wife dances to the Italian Song, her ******* like lodestones, upturned and pressed together,

drawing you to them in some berserk way,
and they give such life and merriment to your brain's parcel of needles, that they prance and sway as if the devil were in them.
An absolutely drug-free inspired/written poem...Lol!
Ryan Apr 19
my demons work
the graveyard shift
i live my day
weightless and free
but when night comes
my demons wait
with chains for me
ready and glad
to drag me and
my dreams away
people always ask why i can't sleep at night. written at 2:58 am.
The darker my dreams get
the less I look for the light.

I can only see the duality
between my perceived reality
and the one you present.

I wake from gravity slipping
from the rot surrounding me
where everything is meaningless
unless there's someone to tell you that it isn't.

where everything is meaningless
once someone tells you that you are
and it turns out to be true
because they’ve shown you the nature of man.
Kirsty Taylor Apr 17
My life feels like an empty coffee cup

The buzz has past and only the specs

That will be washed away remain

My eyes stare vacantly as I turn

Page on, page on, page




My mind wandering away from the dictionary definition of the words on the page

Searching for an answer

Some motivation, a surge of energy

Just one urge to move




My sheets are not just where I sleep

They are where I suffer

A place where dreams come true

But nightmares too









Are people running to go someplace?
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