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Pretty girl Jun 2016
When you wake up on the wrong side of the bed
Nothing much is going through your head
Except maybe the end of August
Cause that month was the worst you've ever gotten the shakes
Shackles on fire clung to your wrists
Watch as they burn your skin
The shackles were made of feathers from the pillow you tore up in your sleep
You were having a bad dream
An idea really
Your bones have gotten thinner
Your face feels so far away
But the people disagree
And they say what you're feeling is cold on a warm day
Soon it will go away
But I've had the shakes for too long
Like months with a never ending song
It's too late now I'm gonna go to sleep
Tonight my bed looks so much more comfy
Like a booth in a corner at the comedy club
When I wake up...
If I wake up
It'll be early
Always too early
And on the wrong side of the bed
Because when I sleep I bend over and backwards
Trying to get to the other side
Which ever one is right
JR Falk Jun 2016
I dreamt that you said you're sorry.
You felt bad for being so indecisive,
you decided to be serious.
You flew in from Babylon.
The second you saw me,
you held me tight.
They say you never experience emotions
you've never felt in reality
in a dream,
but I'm trying to figure out when in my life
I felt so much love.
I'm trying to remember someone in my life
that I never wanted to let go of that badly.
I feel as though your arms around me
protected me from everything that ever could have happened.
There was an overflow of emotions as you kissed me,
and I swear on it,
I've never been kissed like that to know
who would have done it in reality.
The rest was a montage of us being in love.
The rest was all I've ever wanted.
But just as every dream ends,
I woke up.
I woke up smiling,
but I woke up alone.
I woke up emptier
than I've been in weeks.
I woke up without you
lying next to me.
9:25am
6/12/2016

About the same guy as last night.
****, just when I think I need to get over him,
I have these dreams.
****.****.****.
Cyrus Gold Jun 2016
She fell for wonderland
Now that her mind's taking over
she takes a gander and wonders
if she could understand

Minimal hand holding,
she felt a sense of control
beyond her natural limits
and met her inner soul

And it was smiling back;
they had a conversation,
praising the gift and the curse
that come with ruling nations

Corrupt insinuation,
standing ovation to a leader's malfeasance
like a "crowd-pleasing" situation

It told her to breathe
She saw her love and her fire
Her wants were thrown to the flames,
and burning with desire

The air around her was pleasant,
and compared to the toxic and suffocating reality,
a refreshing present

The water's effervescence
felt like diminishing truths,
and every second was shackled
with fear of evanescence

This dream is liberating,
lucid enough to abuse it,
and yet the fear of awaking is very irritating

Is she falling in peace,
or falling to pieces?
She's now feeling the sheets,
but refusing to leave this!

"I am nothing without this,
I'm begging you to wait up!"
(You're terrified without us,
we're getting you to WAKE UP!)

"I'm with the love of my life"
(...but it's only a dream)
"Immune to cuts from my knife"
(...but it's only a dream)

"Dining with those that I've lost"
(...but it's only a dream)
"Willing to pay any cost!"
(...but it's only a dream)

"Heavenly taste of this world"
(...but it's only a dream)
"I'll buy more time with these pearls...!"
(...but it's only a dream)

"I'm satisfied with my looks!"
but it's only a dream!
You're so lonely, it seems!
THE WORST WE'VE EVER SEEN!
THE WORST WE'VE EVER SEEN!


...

If she could understand,
she'd take a gander and wonder
whether her mind should take over
and fall for wonderland,

but the love of her life
and her family members
surround her hospital bed;
they pray that she remembers...

...that people love her,
and life is gray,
but we give it color.
Expergefaciphobia is defined as the fear of waking up.
Jade Jun 2016
I've known you for many days
I've watched your many ways
If I could I would
Kiss the side of your face
Every single day
I've missed you a million ways
I've hugged you till we parted ways
Still it's not enough
To smell your scent I'd bury my face
Into the crook of your arm
Into the side of your face
I'd crawl and curl up beside you to sleep
So I'd wake to see a new day
So I'd wake to see your face
So you'd make my day
So I can love you a thousand ways
Over and over again
Sir Loin Jun 2016
I want to be everything that represented love to you
I want to be the little plastic at the end of your shoe laces
I want to be hot stream that infiltrated your sensuality at 11 AM on a Tuesday morning
I want to count every step and measure your voice speaks to me
I want to ease my mind
But I've become nothing than a chore
"But to you I was faceless, I was fawning, I saw boring"
Rustle McBride Jan 2017
I woke up late at night
and I went into the room
I made the sacred gesture
as I entered in the tomb  
Well, it gets colder everyday
Perhaps I'll be there soon to stay

I woke up late at night
and I hadn't put it down
I knew somehow I'd fallen
but, I hadn't hit the ground
Well, it gets darker every night
The next may never bow to light

I woke up late in life
much maturer then I cared
I've known the answers and the problems
but the truth for once was dared.
Well, it gets easier every year.
You have to lean to live with fear
Nigel Finn May 2016
This is not a poem,
                  Nor a song,
        Or even a piece of writing.
                                    
These are not
                         Even words
           That I am
Using.

For you to think otherwise implies a degree of madness
That I, the rational part of your mind,

                                                          ­      Cannot
                                                 Possibly
                                                        ­Comprehend.


                           I          am          only        here       to      say;

                                                  C­OME BACK!!!

                                                 We're missing you
                                                       My friend.
Wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up

                                            We miss you.


Yeah, OK- I'm just messin' with you :-)
Yusof Asnan May 2016
She is one of those dreams,
Where you're half awake,
And you're not sure if you're dreaming;
Or if it's real.

Even if it's just a dream,
I wouldn't even try to wake up,
Because this version of reality is much better;
Than what we've actually been.

Scary as I might get fully awake,
I would prefer falling even further.
I couldn't help myself;
But to chase this paralytic state.


-HIY
I zone out
Staring at the light
Everything becomes
A big bright blur
When suddenly
I wake up
And wonder
*What just happened?
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