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I wake up every morning
and the sun is shining
yet my head's heavy
from dreaming,
Groggy from
sleeping;
But this
fades.
Like everything
it gives way,
Left 'wake.
George Krokos Apr 2015
Dreaming - input data:
unfamiliar territory,
space-time distortion;
half light - neither dawn nor dusk,
vague impressions and images.
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It had happened only a few times before
that while dreaming I would became lost
and in whatever direction I turned to go
it seemed that there was no familiar place
which I could recognize or associate with
and it would also be found to be a dead end.

Not really a nightmare in the general sense
or meaning of the word but coming close
and it felt good to be able to wake up from.
Indeed waking seemed to be the only way out of
the predicament and dilemma of going back and forth
as like that hopeless feeling of being lost in a dream.
___________
Written in 2013.
Mike Essig Apr 2015
Thunder storms,
crazed lightening,
downpours,
nightmares,
intermittent sleep.

How different
the world appears
after such
a tortured night.

Grey, dripping,
bleak and dismal.

God must be
in Portugal
working
on his tan.

I feel like
a minor player
in some cheap
film noir movie
trying to remember
my lines.

Shooting starts
any minute now.

****,
who am I?
- mce
MV Blake Feb 2015
Sunlit rays slant through
Like traces in the dark,
Incandescent beams
Flinging dust motes and dreams
Into sharp relief.

Eyelids crawl open
To a dim shelter
Of duvae red, faded.

A peek over the edge
Sets the stomach a'quiver,
An urge to leap fought off
By fatigue; you stay in camp
And slowly stretch your muscles.

An electronic foghorn
Signals your doom.
An avalanche of cotton,
And your back protests
At the sudden weight.

The tether snaps
And you fall
Into the dark of the day.
Austin Heath Feb 2015
Stepping out of bed listening to
Sun Araw yelp like a cat on marijuana
and wondering if we're all the spawn
of some great singular being.

Lying in your work clothes,
lying to yourself about showing up late
working towards that infinite nothing,
wondering why people expect dreams
out of people, instead of just
give some mercy to the suffering.

Talking about age makes me want to die young.

It's pink and orange and soon it's blue,
but it's still the loveliest most childish
painting the sun has ever spread out
for your eyes to see.

Put on work boots for a job that'd
be just fine with sneakers.
Get your ducks in a row,
and let the cute girls with
big eyes and colored hair
shoot them down
one by one
by one.
Lalala Jan 2015
I knew you were already mine
But still
I have this feeling
Of not being complete

No, don’t blame yourself
Because it wasn’t you
And neither was I

It’s just that
Something was missing
That can never be found

I don’t want to
Stay like this forever
Maybe it’s about time
To release these hallucination
And wake up

Not from this dream
But from this nightmare
That you aren’t totally real

You may be in my every poem
That was yet to be written
But that’s all
Nothing more and nothing less
David Jan 2015
Over sleep
Undercook
Picking Scabs
Laying myself out for the day
Pulling my feet down to the carpet
Sombro Jan 2015
I wake up late
Because I don't like competing with the midday sun
I prefer dreams
Because I know nothing can be more real

I rise late
And keep myself hungry
Because you're a better meal
Than bread or water.

I don't appreciate your knocking
On the door when I'm dreaming,
But I find it easy to offer you an ultimatum
It's either me, or the dying sun

For the rest of our time.
Forget the midday, for that is passed
It's just I, black eyed I,
And the rest of the grey dying day.
AE Jan 2015
When your dream is being ripped from you,
When you feel reality push into your skin,
When your darkest secrets replay in your head,
It's been one more night through,
opening your eyes
To the sound of the waves in the beauty
Of invigorating sunshine
And to be welcomed by the sunrise
It's like a waking up to another dream.
Waking up!
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