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Shain Brown Dec 2020
I saw it
A figure the size of me
filled with the empty black
injecting a pricing screech
that pushed me further in my bed
I can't move
as it is looking at me, and through me

the sounds are getting louder
tickling my eardrum
I close my eyes
and open to see it climb the walls
I close my eyes again
and wake.
Sleep paralysis affects millions of people each day. This was one of my experiences.
kacey layne May 2020
I finally returned home
After a lingering day
I looked into the mirror
my steaming tears snake down my face but I push down my sorrows long enough to forget
The smell of warm sheets right out of the dryer cuddled my body like a tight expecting hug
As I placed my hand upon my heated cheek
I could feel the dampness of my warm skin
I shouldn't worry about a thing right now but I do
Ready to sleep under the glow in the dark stars where my life centered beneath at this time of sorrow
I drift off
--- 6am ---
My eyes abruptly explode open
It's so dark
I can't make out anything
Trying to drift back asleep but my eyes won't close
I try to get up but a force stops me
Moving a muscle is impossible at this point
I opened my mouth to scream in terror but It takes my breath away
I can faintly make out its face
It's me
A perfect copy of my every feature
She doesnt think the same ways as me nevertheless
Taunting me
All my fears spit out her teeth
Just like that she's gone
Now It takes the shape of my loved ones
Surrounding me
They hold me down while I am sleeping and brag how they are perfect
Tangerine May 2020
๐’ฎ๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“Œ๐‘œ๐“€๐‘’ ๐“Š๐“… ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐’น๐’ถ๐“‡๐“€๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“ˆ.
๐ธ๐“Ž๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐“Œ๐’พ๐’น๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐“…๐‘’๐“ƒ,

๐’ฎ๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“Œ๐‘œ๐“€๐‘’ ๐“Š๐“… ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“ˆ๐’พ๐“๐‘’๐“ƒ๐’ธ๐‘’.
๐‘€๐‘œ๐“Š๐“‰๐’ฝ ๐“Œ๐’พ๐’น๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐“…๐‘’๐“ƒ ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐’ถ ๐“ˆ๐’ธ๐“‡๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‚,

๐’ฎ๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‰๐“‡๐‘’๐“‚๐’ท๐“๐‘’๐’น ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“ˆ๐“†๐“Š๐’พ๐“‡๐“‚๐‘’๐’น.
๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐‘’๐’น ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“‚๐‘œ๐“‹๐‘’ ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‡ ๐“Š๐“ƒ๐’ธ๐‘œ๐‘œ๐“…๐‘’๐“‡๐’ถ๐“‰๐’พ๐“‹๐‘’ ๐“๐’พ๐“‚๐’ท๐“ˆ,

๐น๐“‡๐‘œ๐“๐‘’๐“ƒ ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‡ ๐’ป๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‡,
๐’Ÿ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“…๐“ˆ ๐’ถ ๐“ˆ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘”๐“๐‘’ ๐“‰๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‡.
ms reluctance Apr 2020
Canโ€™t move
Three, two, one, go!
Open your eyes. No. No.
Itโ€™s not real. OPEN YOUR EYES NOW!
Eyes, not yours, watching; hands, not yours, reaching.
Whoโ€ฆ what is that at the window?
A dream? But youโ€™re awake,
paralysed, still
canโ€™t move.
NaPoWriMo Day 5
Poetry form: Rictameter
harley jane Dec 2019
The candle that flickers in the distance
The night-light that illuminates the room
Still doesnโ€™t protect me from the monster
That isnโ€™t really there

He lives in the darkest corner of my room
And waits until I am asleep
To lurk into the faint light
And show his faceless face

As I awake from my slumber
He puts a trace on my soul
So that he can safely approach
My defenseless body

I lie their as still as a statue
I try hard to let out a scream
And when nothing comes out
He stands over top of me

He knows he is winning
When he stares into my petrified eyes
But when I look back at him
I wonder if he is trying to make me stronger

He takes his nonexistent hands
And places them onto my chest
And with increasing pressure
He squeezes the breath out of my body

I gather all the strength I have
Trying to force a movement
And just when Iโ€™ve given up
I feel my toes wiggle

Relief rushes through my body like a drug
And finally the movement transfers
From my toes to my legs
From my legs to my entire body

I break free from his despicable clutch
And I let out an ear piercing scream
I spring out from under the covers
In hopes that I catch my terrorist

I hear the stomps of my parents
Coming from the hallway
They enter my room
Before I can tell them โ€œnoโ€

And the hall light produces
Just enough light
To make my demon

I hang my head in defeat
My parents make sure that I am okay
And after they tuck me in I lie in bed
And wait for him to visit again.
Asominate Feb 2020
On the night
At the very early morn
The moon had already risen
Just as a broken gaseous no more sleeps
Somehow, somewhere, a beast trapped, released
No longer is it trapped to the confines of its prison

Eyes that survey
Salivating, wanting,
A prompt to its hunger
Its nostrilโ€™s pleasure: my scents
Under a crack of dim, creaming crescent
The uncensored scene of my slumber

The conditions, possibilities, a setting made right for the empty
A glimmer of hope or just the fangs bared for the bark or biting
Once started, the urge, its selfishness to one else, itโ€™ll never lend
The craving has begun; the questionable realism of this game of pretend
A shadowy figure, upon a pair of feet; yours, no, mine, it lurks in the dark

Countless moments to lose the count of, time is held still
Longer and longer, in continuous moments that shows no signs of breaking
Once I had the warming presence of the body of mine besides me, only to be replaced
โ€œA storyโ€™s not to be finished without the satisfaction it gives,โ€ is all I find
All we have seen, the sweet smell of lovely dreams still dancing feverously like visions of my mind
Darkness lies beside me, wanting you, cannot be unseen: the ****** features being without a face

Whatโ€™s gotten is whatโ€™s to be deserved: deliberations of the disease that festers the fabric of my thoughts, I pay no mind
At this point, my reality sinks in, run-on sentences roles across the virtual plane called your screen.
Unable to break away from the unrecognizable creature that lies before me, I lose contact with the senses, my nerves have no feeling
The beauty of it all is the art, the science, I love the way how it consumes me, growing over me, light glinting off its fangs still bared
I remember now, I know it, weโ€™ve talked about it before, it calls itself Sherman, our sleep paralysis demon, still I feel the need to be scared
My lovely dreams, he feeds off of, the hunger within, in him, is never satisfied, no matter how many times he tried, he didnโ€™t stop, just enough to make me void, light blinds me, my soul is fleeing.

On the morn,
At the surpassed night
My heartbeat pends
Eternally I sleep, at peace
Those who know me weep
For my plotless reality never ends
Was for Halloween, but better late than never?
Rui Rosa Jan 2019
When the clock tick midnight its time to go,
Walking between my realm and the realm of the living
I sense the smell of a young soul,
The sweet salty taste of soul.
I'm the shadow you fear every night
Blending in the dark of night,
To haunt you here I go.
Voodoo chanting I do,
to unleash the fear in you.
Leaving chills down your spine.
So that I can add another soul to my collection.
Sienna Dec 2018
Adrenaline pumping into my heart
False hallucinations in the dark
Dread and haunt fills the air
What is that over there?
Half asleep, I can't stay awake
My eyes should've for my sake
My dreams take me by the hand
And throw me into a horrific land
The fear built on possibilities
And instilled in realities
Sleep paralysis joins in too
I'd rather be sleep deprived completely, wouldn't you?
Emilia B Nov 2018
Ill go to sleep, close my eyes
Dream of broken fireflies
I cant see in this field of black
Ive gone too far now, I cant go back.

Watching where I stand
I cant be still
Or I sink into the sand
My shoes they start to fill.

My feet become heavy,
Its becoming harder to walk
Id shout and scream if I could even talk.

Long grass im grasping
Lifting up my knee
if only the fireflies werenโ€™t broken
id be able to see

without their fire theyre just flies
they are my guidance and my eyes
without my heart im as useless
as Pinocchioโ€™s nose without his lies

I feel the wind brush again my cheek
The whisper of the banshee feels quite weak
But when she screams
I hope to wake up from this dream
as dreams are more real as they seem.

Though I only see black
I picture in my head
The banshees mouth opening wide
Off my fears she fed.

Her scream was as loud
As a close truck horn
The cry from a baby, as soon as its born

My ear drums thumping
My skin feels torn
I was faced with her violence
There I stand, in the deafening silence.
A nightmare you canโ€™t wake from
Rui Rosa Nov 2018
I remember my first sleep paralysis like it was yesterday
I would go to sleep and then I would fall asleep
In a matter of seconds I was floating over my bed
It was weird and scary back on the day
Since time past it kept getting worse and worse
At the point of becoming routine
I didnt nkow why I kept having those lucid dreams
So one day I decided to search on google
And i found that i had sleep paralysis
It didnt help much since I didn't nkow how to stop it
Today I still dont nkow why I have it
Is it normal? or maybe I have an evil spirit inside me
Who nkows?
Since I have the gift
Why not use it to write a good poem.
How I discovered I had sleep paralysis and how it started.
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