#dreamless
i slept a dreamless sleep
for i knew i would awaken
to a dream in front of me
starry black curtains
that swayed in the morning breeze
i fear i have mistaken them
for the galaxy
and the dream i searched for that day
appeared before my eyes
but was as close and far as the milky way
a nightmare drenched in lies
and in my dreamless slumber
i guess i had hoped for too much
because the vibrant fireworks i had expected
were dull sparks
that i visioned were a flame
but were from a pile of ash
Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 12:27 PM UTC
I’m haunted by the demons that lurk in my mind, they scream foul words my way. From the pits of hell they’ve clawed their way out, I’m left alone to fend myself, yet I grow weary of the hell I’m in, and endless loop, overcome with grief I sink into my own rot. An endless cycle with no hope in sight, distraught is such a pretty word to describe this vicious cycle of self hatred and hurt.
How little light do I see, flickering in and out of existence. I am nothing but a speck of dust on this earthly plane, I grow tired, I am becoming undone.
Jan 17, 2024
Jan 17, 2024 at 7:04 PM UTC
mind races at night as of
late, eyes ache and i am
uncomfortably warm;
covers on and off,
hourly trips to the bathroom
just to break up my night
of turning and tossing,
thinking and dozing
but never sleeping.
aching with starvation and
frustration it’s
hard not to groan into
my pillow
and i squint at a
screen for a few minutes
yearning for a distraction but
no one is there.
too late: 1, 2, 3,
4 o’clock and the sun’s already
shining through my sheer
cream curtains.
feels like a trap, like a room with
no doors or windows
but it’s ever so bright.
my hair is tousled and damp with
sweat, dreams are black and
last no longer
than blinking.
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 7:42 AM UTC
There were rainbow colors in the skies
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She had clouds in her eyes
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She saw things with colors no ones ever seen before
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She had keys to every door.
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All of them except for his heart
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And it slowly tore her apart
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It tore her to pieces
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And now she is dreamless
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And all of her colors are gone
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 9:30 AM UTC
With a sigh of relief
the numbness is back.
I wake up in the morning
waiting for when I can take my medicine
and go back to sleep.
I'm not abusing it.
I take it when I'm supposed to.
But sleep is my favorite past time
because nothing hurts when I sleep.
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 1:44 AM UTC
What of the young Donna
Reclining with book in hand
A sigh circling her lips
A glaze greeting her gaze
Her thoughts bored of days
Endless days
Depthless days
Where every voice and all actions
Are slowly stewed
In rich stock of routine
And people arrive, bowls in hand
Forming long, bending lines
Like the Depressions of old
Where defeat, distrust, damage
Linger and lay
Within the sleepless eyes of many
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 6:06 PM UTC
We sat under a star-filled sky,
talking,
thinking,
gazing
at each other.
We sat under a cloudless sky,
holding hands as you lean on my shoulder,
wondering
where we are heading.
We stood under the pouring rain,
shouting,
denying,
hurting,
losing what we have,
what could have been,
and what should have been.
I sat under a starless sky,
blank,
reaching out
to the void,
hoping it would consume,
this unending pain;
hoping it would consume,
this utter dreamless life.
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 1:25 AM UTC
I wanna punch walls
And throw glass
And curse all the curse words
Yet I stay still and quiet.
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 6:58 PM UTC
Every night is an abyss,
Of which I struggle to survive,
Pitch-black voids of nothingness,
Keeping myself alive.
Do you see meadows of green,
Upon forests of daisies,
Or do you see a dear one,
So close yet so far?
I see none, hear none,
All that surrounds me is dark,
Every night a ****** battle,
To keep myself sane.
But I fear that one day,
I will lose the battle,
Never to wake again,
For I am, dreamless.
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 3:42 AM UTC
The dawn has rendered me dreamless yet again,
Or at least of the only dream that mattered.
Surrendering myself to my subconscious has never been easy for me,
but dreams were the last place I knew you to exist,
and I would gladly brave all the nightmares that came along with them,
if it meant that I could just hold you again.
Lost- Your name has become synonymous with "Lost."
It breaks my heart every time I hear it,
and yours was a very common name,
but I'll say it all the same,
because I still enjoy the sound.
"Lost" is an unfortunate word, yes, but it implies that there is a possibility of being found.
Alive- They say you are "Alive."
I disagree.
Your meaningless words and vacant stare
scream to me that you are not in there.
Your obnoxiously noisy heart beats blindly,
it knows not of how it teases me and fills me with desire.
Your soul was the sacrifice and your body was the pyre.
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 4:24 AM UTC