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Snotty VX Mar 2017
My roadkilled cat friend occassionally comes back to me in my sleep complaining about being sick after ingesting gasoline from the guts of the car that beheaded him. You ain't seen **** until you've waded through a marsh of blood in escape of the suburb that just blew up 11 miles away from the woods THEY kidnapped you in, New Orleans Jazz songs on repeat during the storm drain drug deal. Don't forget throwing up all over that expensive platter of rotting meat, while getting bent over and ****** in both your holes by some tall intersex sociopath. Maybe I shouldn't have let those harpies follow me through the maze, all the way home. I'm a waste of human flesh.
Nicole Normile Dec 2016
certain things I try so hard not to believe
but I must be sad if I’m even crying in my sleep
because I have these ****** up dreams
so many of which take place at sea
and in the book of dreams
feeling the waves of the ocean
represents your waves of emotion

I guess I just don’t want to see
because it’s so hard to know that it isn’t me
so I try so much not to believe
but it’s only myself that I deceive
and about this I would not speak

so I look away
and it’s not thought about during the day
but at night
these dreams bring me fright
of horrible sickness at sea
and this dreadful feeling fills me

on a ship not quite afloat
and this dreadful feeling that I got to go
as the wave movements get more and more
there’s a strong fear of sinking before the shore

and these are the dreams
that keep telling me
how I feel subconsciously
that I might be sinking out at sea
Tasman Suitor Oct 2016
My subconscious keeps me honest
It knows just who I am.
It knows my darkest secrets,
It knows my whole life plan.

Sometimes in dreams it tells me
The things that I forget
The things I have left behind,
The things I wait for yet.

I guess at times I've divorced myself
From the person that's inside.
From the flaws now hidden,
From the dreams I hide.

But my subconscious wants me happy
And so I'll listen now
And so I'll feed subconscious
And so I'll make me proud
Sam Lylin Sep 2016
There is a place
At the back of my mind
It always looks different
But never confined

A forest in autumn
With stars in the sky
Or the last place
That I said goodbye

It's always calm
With music playing
"But it's time to wake up"
I hear someone saying
SøułSurvivør Sep 2016
",,  :  '
,  ° .. '' , °..
. ;   . ." ,, ° '',, .  - ,,
because dust motes appear
in the light
means they are also
in

darkness


SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/24/2016
an observation about
light, consciousness
and the
subconscious

°
Mark Wanless Sep 2016
I charge to apprehend

          the journey of a wheel

                    for the exhilarating chemicals

                              of crushed toes
Leila Valencia Sep 2016
Quiet quiet....

Tingle, oh granted, a dream!

Silence.   It's burden.

Toiling hands, emptied veins, to give a dream beneath space? Time?

Quiet, the flickers dissolve to the present of thought.

Ambition? A dream conceived from particles space can not deny.
Restless hands dig for reasons...

Found space beneath.

A pit below - hollowed.

The abyss  of flickers snipped away- beneath.

Subconscious dream sleeping lowly,
Dark. Shrouded pitfalls creep your thoughts.

Uncover such dirt. deafeningly  uncovered. Brighter than light upon ones dream.

All the time - below
When your dreams and ideas are locked in your subconscious. The potential to live and grow.
Breeze-Mist Aug 2016
I had another dream
(Which is rare for me at night)
I had a bruised arm
Like I'd gotten in a fight
And when people asked about it
I didn't know what to say
Wether to tell others I made them
Or if I should brush questions away
I don't normally have dreams, but given the two I've had recently, I wonder if they're trying to tell me something...
SøułSurvivør Jun 2016
subconscious thoughts ~ dark and deep
as a quarry pond at midnight ~~~~~~~~
~~~~~moon eclipsed ~ stars burnt out ~
supernovas that were an event horizon
eons ago ~~~~~ trepidatious footsteps ~~
they echo dankly as pebbles fall into
oblivion ~~~ no ripples ~~~~
~~~ water like molasses ~~~
consuming them utterly
far far far far under
the surface lie
the entities
which
need
no

light*

this

way

there

be
-

MONSTERS


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/7/2016


~~~


have

you

ever

had

a

dream

that

haunted

you

?
K Balachandran Apr 2016
When I have a yen to sin , I do it with my unbounded pen.

Thick black ink turns blood, spills in a mysterious patterns,

And it simultaneously writes my own redemption.

My spirit undergoes a transformation,sings freedom song.

In this unreal plane of my action, I become  superhuman.

Every word that swims in the deluge of emotions quickly,

Sends SOSs, incessant, demanding sublimation.It's done.

I pay heed and then find,  I am in the word's possession.

That decides, what would be my next course of action.

I stay firmly put between agitating emotions and imagination.
Writing could be  divine, or on the contrary sin by proxy..
It liberates, redeems, makes it possible to sin with impunity..
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